Congratulations emmaswan for becoming a member of the Staff!
You are now able to block or ban Trolls, or Users who break the law, after all,
who better to be a Mod then the Sherif of Storybrooke herself?
"You tell me," Elsa replied. "I'm not the one using the magic." A feeling of dread suddenly overcame her, and she looked around. "Although, if we are to leave, I suggest you open the portal now."
"Ready," Elsa said, happy to leave this dark forsaken place. Suddenly, though, the Dark One appeared, behind them. Elsa shot some ice shards in his eyes to blind him temporarily and jumped through. As she landed, she rolled a bit, realizing her ankle was starting to throb a bit. Pushing past the pain, she looked back toward the portal, hoping Emma would make it through.
"GO!" Emma yelled at Killian as she was grabbed by the dark one, taking a sharp breath she turned around "you have to let me go!!" Rumplestiltskin asked more questions about his son and emma blurted out "HE DIES!" Sadness fell over the old man's face as he felt his heart breaking, slowly he released his grip and emma jumped into the portal, groaning as she landed on the ground.
"I think so," Elsa said, attempting to stand up. She was able to put a little bit of weight on it, but not much before pain shot up her leg. "It's probably sprained," she said, putting most of her weight on her other leg.