Chapter 3
Mummy Dearest.
"Lady Morgana, you best explain yourself." Charming said as he and Mary Margaret shielded Prince Neal from the cold. Emma had her hands on Henry's shoulders, Hook beside her. Granny had hold of her crossbow and was pointing it at the door. Morgana doubled over, her hand rushing to her heart as it twisted inside. Rumple turned to her and wrapped an arm around shoulders,supporting her.
"Morgana?" He asked concern flooding his voice.
"She's back, Rumple. The Bitch is back." She gasped as her chest grew tighter. She was struggling to breathe and her breath was appearing in front of her face in the relatively warm diner. Rumple took his hand from Belle's and lowered Morgana to the ground. He place a hand on top of hers at her heart and gave her a weak smile.
"Bound by blood remember." He said calmly.
"Don't you dare." She gasped.
"Family, Morgana. That's what we are. Let me, please." He urged and didn't wait to hear her reply and pushed a flow of light through her chest to warm her heart which had begun to freeze from t he inside out. She gasped and scowled at him as he removed his hand. "Better?"
"Yes. I hate you."
"No you don't."
"You're right, I don't hate you. Robin, come with me." Morgana agreed as Robin and Rumple helped her to her feet. She made for the door.
"I'm coming too." Rumple added and hastened after her accompanied by Belle, Emma, Hook, Henry and the Charming's. Robin grabbed his bow and joined Morgana by the door. She pushed it open and made her way out, tentatively, onto the frozen ground of the Main Street in Storybrooke. Stood in the middle of the road was a blonde woman with pale skin and a pale blue dress which fell to the ground.
"Hello, mother." Morgana growled.
"Morgana, darling." The woman smiled. But it was forced, Morgana could tell. This woman loved her no more than she had when she had dumped her child on Peter Pan's doorstep leaving her with note saying 'you can raise your daughter. I want nothing to do with her. E.' Morgana had been 3 days old.
"And Rumplestiltskin too. Hello." Rumple growled and pushed Belle behind him whilst he stood his ground beside Morgana.
"Where's my daughter you bitch?" Morgana asked angrily Rumple's hand in her own.
"Safe. I can promise you that." The woman replied and she clasped her hands together in front of her.
"Where is she?!" Morgana shouted and doubled over as her mother raised her hand.
"How dare you talk to your mother like that, Morgana. She is safe, and better off without you." She lowered her hand and Morgana gasped as Rumple's protective magic flowed through her, restoring her.
"Who are you?" Charming demanded, moving forward to stand beside Rumple.
"Your Majesty, meet my mother. The frozen queen Elsa, whose heart is just like her magic and personality. Frozen and incapable of love." Morgana said sternly, becoming irritable.
"Hello, Prince Charming." Elsa said and curtseyed, a jet of ice shooting out of her lowered hand, creating a path towards Rumple and Morgana. The pair flashed backwards to avoid it.
"Where's Merlin? Arthur and Guinevere?" Morgana asked as her mother stood up again and moved away.
"You'll see them soon enough. Perhaps your daughter too if you let me do what I came to do. Goodbye, Morgana." With that her mother was gone in a flash of crystallised ice. Morgana clutched Rumple's hand.
"Goodbye, mummy dearest." Morgana muttered her voice full of malice. "I hate her."
"So do I, little sister. So do I." Rumple agreed, pulling her into a hug and passing a calming spell between them to soothe his half sister's temper.
