Driving down the solitary road into what she could only deem as no man's land for there was not a light, a car, or another soul in sight, the blonde woman expressed her frustration momentarily through her gold glowing eyes before the familiar sparkle of hazel returned. All her life her eyes flashed exposing a quick golden color when she was angry, or an ice blue when she was happy and excited, sometimes the color lingered and other times with a blink of an eye it disappeared. People found it frightening but for Emma Swan, it was normal. Although, when she was angry, it felt as if there was some big dark spectrum deep within her that wanted to release its fury into the world.