Hello,

So technically this is a prequel to the same curse, another way, showing Regina's life from childhood to the point she became the evil queen and what drove her. And is evil really born?

Disclaimer: I don't own Regina, but I am the first one to write Regina as a child and giving her a fuller background.

Mirror mirror

The story of a future queen

Chapter 1: An unlikely princess

Once upon a time, there was a very unlikely princess. Her mother dreamed someday she would be a queen and everything the little girl wanted was just to be happy.

This girl's name was princess Regina.

She was a young 4 year old child, charming to her grandfather, who surprisingly seemed to care very little for the child. Born in to royalty and nice to everyone in the staff. She had long wavy brown hair, brown eyes and a skin that was somewhere between tan and pale. She didn't have anything that was really common about here, only her kindness to everyone. Regina knew that she inherited the tan of her father, since her mother didn't really have a skin. She had the same hair as her mother, brown. Long wavy brown hair. Sometimes she would have wished to be like someone else. Maybe to be prettier, to be smarter . She wanted that her mother would like her more, but every time she tried, she seemed to feel less and less.
"Mommy, what will I be when I grow up?" was answered by a simple thing. 'Queen'.
Every time Regina heard that answer, she thought about how she would become a queen. There had to be an epidemic if she wanted to be queen. Her uncles and there family all had to die. If she wanted to be queen, her father needed to die.
"But mom, how can I be queen?" She would stare at her with those big brown eyes. Cora never melted by her eyes, she had no idea why her mother didn't stare at her in love. It felt like there was something wrong with her.
"you will be queen." Cora repeated standing up and leaving her. Then Regina would stay there with wide opened eyes, thinking about why she had to be queen. She had her own dreams, her own aspirations. Even if she was only a 4 year old, she dreamed like every princess to find that prince on his white horse and drive off in the sunset. Love, that was all she wanted. All she needed and and she would ask for. In the end she just needed happiness.

"Daddy…" little Regina ran over to her father Henry, he was standing near the balcony and stared down to her. "Daddy…"
"Regina, what is it?" He turned to her. "Sweet heart."
"Daddy, what do I need to be when I grow up?" He opened his eyes farther, was his four year old asking after what she needed to be. He pulled her up in his arms, placing the kid firmly on his knee. The child stared at him.
"You can do anything you want to do, pop-tart." He smiled at her. "Like ride a horse, fight a dragon or travel the country. You can do anything you set your mind too…"
"Really?" Her eyes opened wider. "Can I have my own horse?"
"Off course, pop-tart." He smiled at her.
"Can I call it, Amy?" She smiled at her father. An endearing smile appeared on his face as he rubbed his hand over her head.
"Off course you can call your horse, Amy." He rubbed her hair.
"Mommy says I need to be a queen." She shook her head. "But I don't want to a queen, I just want to be happy. I want to be loved…"
"And you will be, pop-tart."

That was the last time she ever asked her mother what she wanted her to be, when she grew up. She noticed that her mother was different from anyone else, she was magical. Regina loved to see what the powers could do, but she didn't love what her mother was doing with it. Even at a young age, she was sure that there was no love between her father and her mother. Her mother loved only power and it seemed that she didn't even love her.
"I love you, mommy." She would whisper, not getting a single response. h

When Regina was five years old, she would hear her father and mother's fights. They were about her, she was sure of it. They couldn't be about anyone else.
"You told her she could be anything." She heard her mother scream. "She needs to marry a good man and become a queen!"
"A queen?" He reacted to her. "She doesn't need to be a queen, she needs to be happy. Why do.."
That was when she didn't hear anything anymore, just a scream. What was happening in the room she had no idea. That was when she stepped to the bedroom of her parents, her father was hanging from the ceiling, there were ropes wrapped around him, so he couldn't move. There was her mother, wielding her hands at him.
"Mom…"
'"Regina…"
"Got to sleep, pop-tart." Her father said, but the girl stared at him with her wide eyes open. She knew that her mother used her magic for bad things, but she never had seen it. Right then her mother moved her hand levitating her in the air. It was the first time she had used magic on her in a bad way.

"You're going to listen to me, Regina." She pulled her hand closer, making ropes appear around her body. "Are you going to be a good girl?"
"I will…"

That night Regina barely slept, she was only 4, yet she understood that her mother wasn't normal. She was supposed to be a princess, but her mother was the evil stepmother. How could this have happened? How did she get a mother like that? She thought a mother should love her child, with pain in her heart, she believed that hers didn't. Regina pulled her arms around her body, she fell asleep, wishing for the horse. Wishing to become anything she wanted.

One thing was sure, she would never be a queen.