"Regina is five years older than me." Snow whispers one day.
"Hmm?" David looked at her, "What did you say?"
Snow shook her head. "Nothing…" She stood up, disheveled as she walked to the coatrack to retrieve her jacket. "I have to go." She said. And with that she left.
The queen held her heart in the palm of her hand, the corners of her lips bend upwards in a cruel smirk as she snarled: "You will never understand." And spit: "Insipid child." Her eyes lit up as she squeezed the heart, hard enough to hurt but not to kill.
The last time they were civil, a time David dubs as when she was sane, they sat across one another, drinking tea. Both cloth in black. "He's gone." Snow'd mumbled, her voice breaking with a sadness she'd only felt once before. Regina nodded and smiled sadly. "He's gone." She copied, her voice broken too. But her words were laced with a relieved breath and a feeling of freedom Snow would never understand.
Snow'd twirled, twirled at least a dozen times that day. Her dress white, covered with little pink and purple flowers one would have to stand close to notice. A basket in her hands with flowers in the very same colors. She twirled again. "Oh I do so love my dress!" Snow smiled, "It doesn't come close to yours though, Regina, you are truly beautiful in that dress!" Regina'd smiled and thanked her, as she always did. As Snow skipped towards the doors, Regina'd turned around and looked at herself once more. And then she'd tried to twirl. Her ankles had gotten caught in the back of her dress and she'd fallen to the floor. Relieved nobody had seen her, she'd hurried to get back on her feet and then she'd understood; her childhood was over.
Snow knocked on her door, tree sharp taps. A few seconds passed but then the formed evil queen opened her door with a broad smile on her face. Snow heard the soft sounds of child and father, enjoying themselves in the background. "Hi Snow," Regina said, her smile not faltering, a realization that would almost bring a smile to Snow's face as well. "What can I do for you?"
There was a small pauze. "You're five years older than me." She whispered. "And I'm sorry."
And without a word Regina leaped forward and engulfed Snow in a tight hug.