Regina walked along the icy paved roads of storybrook. She was looking all over for Henry, despite being blazing mad at him. For him to embarrass her like that in front of all those people was outstandingly terrible. What if they never vote for her for next term? Now that time was moving because of Emma, who knows? What if Emma Swan got in office? Then her life really would've been ruined. No. That was not going to happen. This was her happy ending. This was how her father would not die in vein. Her father. Daddy. She missed him more than anything in the world. You could even say that Henry was supposed to be some kind of replacement for him. She wanted to love Henry the way she did her father, but she couldn't find it in her to love the boy. Maybe it was because he was that blasted Emma Swan's birth child? Nonetheless, she deserved him. Just because Emma carried him around in her stomach, which she probably considered him nothing but a mistake at the time, for nine months doesn't make her his mother. Regina changed every diaper, handled every fever. Henry resented the way she did everything. She would stick him in the freezer until it was gone. For the diaper, okay, maybe she had a maid do it, but it certainly wasn't Emma. Regina wanted Henry for her own, and the more she tried, the more she failed. All Emma had to do was exist, and Henry would always love her. She seemed to be taking quite a liking of him too, which was expected since she did give birth to him. There's something about Emma that made Regina just want to kill somebody, and Mr. Gold refused to tell her what that was.

She came across a small store where the former The little Red Riding Hood worked.

"Ruby?" she asked.

Ruby turned around. "Miss Mayor, um… what can I do for you?" It was unusual for Regina to ever get cocoa of any kind. She found no liking in it.

"You can tell me where my son is." She said flatly.

"I don't know where he is. I've been working all night."

"Surely you've seen him. If I find out you've been lying to me, I will have your job."

"My grandmother owns it." Ruby said defiantly.

"I own this town. Now where is he? If you don't tell me, I'll run you and your grandmother out of business and make sure that the only thing you've got to live for is that stupid little dog charm you're obsessed with."

There was a moment of silence and Ruby sighed. "I haven't seen him since he got his usual in here."

"His usual? He's in here a lot? And you serve him?" Regina couldn't believe this. This was an outrage, treason even.

"You could be a cold blooded murderer on the run from the po-po and I'd totally serve you. You're son is no exception."

Ruby's grandmother walked out. "Ruby? Is there a problem? Oh Madame Mayor, Merry Christmas. What can we do for you?"

Regina rolled her eyes. "It hasn't been so merry. I'm looking for my son and you're harlet of a grand daughter won't tell me where he is."

"Grandma, I don't know where he went!" she said.

"I hope you don't, because I think this shop, and you're hotel would make a nice hardware store." She said as she stormed out.

Regina sighed as she let out fumes of anger. Where would Henry go? Then it came to her. How could she be so foolish? Henry would go where he would have the best time, at his mother's abode. Why did she just call her his mother? She's his mother. Unfortunately for him, Emma Swan had a miserable upbringing and knew not the slightest bit about having a "Merry Christmas". He would've been better off talking to Archie, who was a cricket his entire childhood.

Regina smiled. "Oh Miss Swan, you are in so much trouble."