This is a collection of my OUAT oneshots, and please let me know if I should make a whole story out of any of these :)
Emma's back in the enchanted forest with her parents and the rest of former Storybrooke residents, and she's not taking very well to the whole "princess" thing.
"Emma, you need to go to the meeting. You're the heir to two kingdoms. It's important!" Snow nagged
"I doubt you or David will bite it any significant amount of time before I will, so it's not like I'll ever have to rule a kingdom!" Emma countered.
Emma was impossible. She refused to wear dresses except when she wanted to, she refused to go to balls. She volunteered to be a stable girl when told she needed to take on responsibility. If this was adult Emma, maybe it was a good thing they hadn't been together during her teen years.
"Emma!" Snow just couldn't take it anymore. She would be putting Emma through a princess crash course, if you will. Princess 101.
"I'm going to go hang out with Henry by the stables. It should be him you're bringing to meetings!" He would be the one to have to take over at least two kingdoms.
Emma grabbed a jacket and walked out the door. It wasn't the red one, that one was stuck in New York. Emma looked down at her clothes. Just about as un-princessy they could get. Slightly distressed pants, a button up shirt, boots, and her jacket. It looked like she had raided David's closet, as they were all slightly too big for her. Actually that was exactly what she did. She liked her father's closet more than she liked her own, or even her mother's.
Emma walked briskly to the stables, trying to avoid being stopped. She got stopped anyways.
"Princess Emma?" A small voice asked in awe.
A little girl. She looked down. She couldn't pretend she didn't hear a little girl. Emma crouched down to her level and rested her hand on her knee.
"Emma's fine. What's up, buttercup?" She really didn't like being called "princess". She was no more than anyone else in this kingdom.
The little girl giggled. She didn't say anything but surrounded Emma in a hug that almost knocked both of them to the ground. She picked the both of and dusted the dirt off of the little girl's knees.
"Lily, don't bother the princess. Come along," a woman Emma presumed to be the little girl's mother called.
Fearing the sweet little girl may get in trouble she said "Don't worry about it! She was lovely!"
The woman nodded and said thank you. They walked away hand in hand and Emma could just overhear a conversation. "Mommy, I wanna be just like princess Emma when I grow up! She's..."
They walked to far away for Emma to listen in, but that was all she needed. Little girls were looking up to her. Maybe she did need to take on some responsibility and stop being so afraid of accepting the whole princess thing. It still was crazy to her. Being a princess. She went from orphan to mother to princess.
She diverted her path back to her parents' palace. Walking through the door she found her mother sitting on a padded chair in one of the many excessive rooms.
"Mary M- Snow- Mom, whatever. I'm sorry for being so irresponsible. The fact of the matter is that how weird this situation still is to me, I need to get used to it. I need to be ready to take over for you if I need to. To be honest, I hope I don't have to, but in case I do. Can we have a bit of a do-over?"
Emma's mother smiled at her and nodded. Snow pulled Emma into a hug. Emma sat in the chair across from the raven haired woman and looked down at her hands. They were coated in a thin layer of dirt and there was who knows what under her nails. She missed the Land Without Magic sometimes.
"Well, that meeting is coming shortly, you could sit in?" Snow suggested.
Emma agreed, although she was hesitant. She wouldn't have much to say. She knew her mother would try her best to include her, but she would rather just listen.
When the meeting starts she attempts to stand near the door and observe, but Snow insists she sit between her and Grumpy. Grumpy kept offering her mead from his flask, which she would've gladly accepted under any under circumstances. She wanted to prove herself responsible. Of course she'd talked to nearly all of them in Storybrooke, even friends with them. But she was just Emma in Storybrooke. Emma, the savior, on a good day. Here, she was Princess Emma, heir to not one, but two kingdoms.
She tried to follow the conversations, but she was lost. Every other topic she found herself thinking I'll have to ask Mary Margaret- Snow about that or I'm sure David would be willing to clue me in on that. Maybe that was good. She would have more to talk about with her parents.
The meeting felt like it droned on for hours. However, fortunately, her parents only required her opinion a few times. She didn't know nearly enough about politics in the Enchanted Forest to input any of her opinions. She could name every president back home, if you could call it that. She would take up Snow's offer. She needed to educate herself on the workings of her own kingdom. She would actually attend balls her parents threw for one reason or another. Henry enjoyed the balls; maybe she could learn to like them.
Emma found herself going to Mary Margaret and David.
She gestured towards her mother, "Teach me to be a princess," Emma kind of asked.
Snow looked at her husband and smiled. She'd been waiting for this moment forever. She'd wanted to make Emma into a princess since they all remembered. But today was the day that she would. Or tomorrow. It was getting late.
She practically tackled her daughter in a hug. She was on the verge of jumping up and down, but a few of the members of the counsel still lingered. Instead, she grabbed hold of her daughter's hands and shook them up and down.
"Princess 101. Tomorrow, bright and early."