Summary: Roland convinces his 'Gina' to go outside and play in the snow.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Once Upon A Time does not belong to me.

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Regina's heavy dress weighed her down as she bent over to look under the bed.

"I wonder if he is..." She reached for the sheet, and hastily grabbing it she pulled it up, "under here!"

A giggling Roland shrieked and scrambled from under the bed, running from his 'Gina' as she chased after him.

Regina let out a silky laugh, finally catching up with him and wrapping her arms around his waist. He shrieked but quickly melted in her arms in a fit of giggles. He reminded her so much of Henry, her dear Henry.

"Gina look it's snowing, can we go and play?!" He disentangled himself from her arms and pressed his little nose against the windowpane.

"I don't think so Roland, I doubt your father would appreciate you coming back with a cold."

"He won't mind, we spended lots of time in the snow before!" He ran onto her balcony, giggling as he tried to catch them on his tongue.

Regina, who had sat down, sprang up and went to his side. She herself had almost died falling from this balcony, she wasn't planning on the thief's son to be subjected to the same fate.

"Roland, does your father know where you are when you come see me?"

"Nope." Roland replied rather proudly, giving her a dimpled grin. "It's okay though! He said I was old enough to go outs by myself. I tell him when I gets back though!"

"I think he needs to know where you go Roland, especially if I'm going to take you outside."

He squealed in delight.

"We're going outside!"

"No Roland, listen." She sighed in defeat, chuckling at the same time. "Yes, we can go outside."

"Yay! We can go and build a snowman, and throw snowballs at each other."

"Sure honey, come help me pick a cloak, then we'll get yours."

Her and Snow had done this every morning when she was a child. Snow would always choose her outfits, and her and Henry did a similar thing back when he was Roland's age. It became second nature to her now.

"Okay..." He paddled himself over to her closet. "You should wear this one!" He pointed to a vibrant green cloak with a white fur trim, Regina hadn't worn it in years.

"Alright." She said hesitantly, pulling it from it's place and pulling it around her shoulders. "How come this one?"

"It's green, I like green. It reminds me of the trees, and the trees are pretty, and so I thought you'd look pretty in it." She smiled at his reasoning.

"Come on, we'll get your cloak."

"Then we can go outside?"

She nodded and he took off towards his rooms, calling at the last minute a race to his rooms. She jogged after him, touching the wall beside the door a minute after him.

His face lit up in a satisfied grin, his curls falling around his face.

"I'll wait out here Roland, you go get your cloak and ask if you can go outside."

"Papa says I should never leaves a lady outside. He says I should always invite her in."

"I'll be fine out here." Regina did not want to go inside the thief's bedchambers, much less if he was there.

"Okay, I'll be really quick then!" Roland exclaimed, already excited. He knew his Papa would let him go outside, before they met Gina they'd lived in the forest!

He slipped into his room and Regina sat on the steps waiting for him.

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"Papa! It's snowing!" Robin looked up, he sat the arrow he was repairing down to acknowledge the bundle of curls that was making it's way onto his lap.

"Is it now my boy?" He smiled and tapped Roland's nose.

"Yeah! Gina said she'd take me outside to play! I helped her pick out a cloak, then she said I needed mine."

"Roland, what have I told you about making up stories. And we must call her 'Your Majesty,' she a queen you know."

"I'm not making up stories! She's outside waiting!"

"Roland, no more stories. Get your cloak you can go outside but stay inside the garden. I don't want you outside there without a grown up."

"Gina's gonna be there with me!"

Roland chuckled and ruffled his son's hair. "What ever you say my boy."

Roland harrumphed, frustrated that his Papa didn't believe him. He got his cloak and opened the door to leave, determined to convince him.

"Gina can you help me with my cloak?"

Robin shook his head, going back to his work.

"Sure honey, come here. Did your father say it was okay for me to take you out?" A silky voice replied, the amount of tenderness in it nearly threw him off but he knew that voice anywhere.

Robin's head snapped up, and he was quite sure his eyes looked like those of an owl. The door swung shut, and he was half-debating whether to open it and see for himself if the Queen really was there.

"Yup, but he said I was making up stories."

"What about?" She reached to take his hand, but retracted at the last moment, he was not her son to hold.

"He always says that I never sees you in real life. He says I have to call you 'Majesty' too."

"Well you know you don't."

The little boy nodded and raced ahead of her, seeing the big doors to get into the gardens. He ushered her towards the door, impatiently jumping.

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"Again again!" Roland cried as the two sped to a stop. He rushed back to the top of the snow mound Regina had conjured for them. Laughing, Regina followed him with the sled in tow behind her.

"Want to try by yourself?" She asked, lifting him and placing him onto the small sled.

"I don't know..." Roland replied incredulously. "I guess I will, one time."

"Alright. One, two," Regina pushed the back of the sleigh forward, "three!"

Roland squealed in delight mixed with fear as he rushed down the snow mound. He pulled the sled back up the mound, which he was quite proud of.

"That was fun!"

"That's right, do you want to go again?"

"Sure! After you."

Regina gave him a confused stare. "What do you mean Roland?"

"It's your turn." He said this in such a 'obviously' tone she had to smile.

"That's okay, why don't you just go again?"

"It's okay Gina, you don't have to be scared. It's fun! I'll ride behind you."

"Okay... you hold onto my waist really tight."

"Okay!" The two slid onto the sled, and pushed off. Roland clung to her, laughing in delight.

"Let's go again!"

"Alright my little knight."

"I'm your knight?" Roland asked, wonder in his voice.

"You just made sure I wasn't scared. That's what knights do."

"Okay, I'm your knight!"

Smiling Regina nodded and took hold of the sled, surprised to find a little hand slip into her free hand.

"I'm not afraid, but can we go together again?" Roland asked innocently, Regina smiled and nodded.

A.N: I'm a sucker for DimplesQueen. I wrote a one-shot a bit back and rather enjoyed it. Review please! Good, or constructive-criticism, doesn't matter but your feedback is absolutely precious to me. Prompts are also accepted, as later in I will probably seriously need some inspiration.