Watching the magic happen was always a little startling. Emma hadn't seen that much magic in the few months that the curse had been broken, and everything here so far had been a completely different type of magic (wands and books and potions) so much so that Emma was still learning instinctively and she wasn't sure how that was going to help anyone.
The snow was pretty though. Strange in a place like this that anything could really count for pretty. Emma found that nothing she'd seen so far, not from Regina or Gold or Cora had appeared like that, which made her wonder again about the magic. Although, it seemed like Anna and Elsa were from a realm similar or close to the Enchanted Forest.
"Oh, okay." Trying to gather the magic, picturing the build near the tips of her fingers, Emma's hands started their warm tingle, the glow starting at her palms as the magic built up. Of course when she tried to release it it just shot a beam of light upwards. Her hands went cold almost instantly afterwards, chilling along her fingers and...
"I think I gathered the ice in my hands rather than the magic itself..."