Henry stormed out from the bed & breakfast silently, his face seemingly frozen into a single expression: anger. The cold breeze swept against him, as if attempting to push him away from his task, but he pressed on through. 

The pawn shop was a short walk away from the inn, the sign dimmed and the sign in front of the door labeled [i]"closed"[/i] to signify the shop was empty...or was it? 

Henry snuck around the side of the building, trying to duck under any window in his way to avoid being caught in case Mr. Gold was still inside. He reflexively clenched his fist in anticipation. He knew never to underestimate or challenge Rumpelstiltskin: but this was Mr. Gold. He was sure he could take the pawnbroker in a fight; a kick to that bad leg could take him down with relative ease. 

The back door of the building came into view as Henry turned a corner, feeling a small smile curl at the edge of his lips; now was his chance. 

He stepped up to the door, trying the knob to check if the door was locked or not. He backed away about 6 feet from the door before jutting his shoulder out and attempting to ram the door in. The first attempt elicited a loud [b]*clang*[/b] and a wounded shoulder. 

Henry couldn't mask a wince as the precognitive tingling transformed into a sharp ache in his shoulder. He swallowed the pain for the time being and backed away slightly further before charging again. 

The door burst open with a [b]*crack*[/b], revealing what was hidden behind the austere curtain behind the counter. 

Henry slowly tried to close the door, but it hung ajar; unable to close properly again from the damage. He shook his head and continued on with his search. 

He remembered hearing the rumors of the Snow Queen, Elsa, and that she was somehow associated with Rumpelstiltskin. It was said she became so powerful that even [i]He[/i] feared her wrath. So he trapped her inside a snowglobe where she would pose no threat to him anymore. 

Henry figured that, if he could free Elsa, he could also bring back magic. For surely someone as powerful-sounding as her would bring some form of magic back with her. He scuttled throughout the back of the shop, looking through shelf after shelf for any sign of a snowglobe and finding none. 

He let his eyes roam to the upper shelves of the shop, stopping abruptly as he could of sworn he saw a refulgent, if not somewhat dim light. He pulled out a box from some random corner of the room and stood upon it, just able to let his fingers brush lightly against the glass orb of the snowglobe. 

Pushing himself up on the tips of his toes he was able to get enough of a grasp to pull the snowglobe off the shelf, where it rested gently in the palm of his hand. He looked about to make sure no one had followed him and hastily rushed out the door. 

He continued running under cover of darkness until he found himself entering the woodsy region of Storybrooke, the sound of grass crunching underneath his feet until he couldn't run anymore. 

Panting, he sat down atop a tree stump, looking closely at the snowglobe. Standing, he let his eyes shut and hoped beyond hope that this would work. He lifted his arm up above his head and threw it down with as much force as he could muster, the snowglobe shattering upon he ground; jagged shards of glass spread about the area. 

Henry stared at the destroyed remains, chest heaving as he continued to regain a hold of his breath from his mini-marathon before. Seconds turned to minutes, and it had been over 10 minutes before Henry finally realized that Elsa would *not* be coming through. 

He let himself sink down to his knees, fresh tears falling down his cheeks as he could only stare at the remains of the snowglobe: shattered apart like the little hope he had held onto. 

Too tired to cry anymore, he stood silently and walked away...