She had to take four deep steadying breaths before working up the nerve to meeting her mother. Emma had phoned her up at Hook's request and asked if they could meet up for lunch. Emma hadn't wanted to tell Snow about Ingrid or their shared past but after Hook had convinced her, she saw that she had no other choice. Even so, she was nervous. Snow was ecstatic as usual at the idea of a mother-daughter bonding session where they ate junk food and discussed boys or whatever mothers and daughters did together. Emma hadn't the vaguest idea. Snow had vetoed lunch at Grannies and insisted on them having lunch in the apartment together where they could have privacy. So here Emma was, standing outside the door to the apartment she shared with her parents, son and Ice Queen. Elsa had gone to search the library with Belle and Henry was spending time with David and baby Neal so it really was just Emma and her mother. She knocked on the door with her free hand, the other hand was full of the documents they had found in the ice cream truck. All of Emma's drawings and essays were there along with the birthday card to Ingrid among other mementos of her time in Ingrid's care. She imagined Snow would not be best pleased at the thought of someone like the Snow Queen filling in as mother in Emma's life when Snow could not.

"Emma! Come on in, I put the enchilada's in the oven." Snow beamed at her only daughter, giving her a hug. It was rare that Emma would return the hugs on Snow's level of affection so she was happily surprised when Emma hugged her back tightly and said, "Good to see you mom".

"You said you had something to show me?" Snow asked while pouring them both a strong cup of coffee from the percolator. Emma pushed the file over the counter to Snow who looked at it in confusion. She saw a painting poking out from the side and pulled at it. She stared at it for a moment, wondering why Emma was showing her art work when she finally saw the name. This wasn't just any art work, it was Emma's.

"You did this? It's beautiful Emma. But I don't understand…" Snow drifted off, confused, as she opened the folder and fingered through the documents inside, cooing at some of the essays or opening her mouth in awe at some of the artwork.

"It's mine. I did those paintings and I wrote those essays when I was in care. She had them. Mom, they were in her ice cream van." Emma managed to choke out even though it felt like someone had tied an elastic band around her oesophagus. She gauged the level of hurt in her mother's face to be about an eight.

"You mean I never got to be a mother to my daughter but this evil witch got her for, " Snow read the documents before finishing, "six months?" She was enraged.

"I didn't know. I obviously remember none of it. But I must have cared for her or I would never have written the card." Emma found the birthday card in the pile and handed it to Snow who read it out loud and put her hand over her mouth when she was done. Emma felt utterly destroyed for making her mother feel this way.

"Don't feel too bad Snow. At least one of us got to be a mother to her for a while." An icy voice from behind them spoke. They both swivelled around to see none other than the Snow Queen standing smack bang in the middle of their living room. She looked so out of place there amongst the modernisms in the room in her lace frock. She looked like a queen from Victorian England.

"How did you get in here?" Emma asked, shocked. The Snow Queen gave a light shrug of her shoulders and laughed mirthlessly.

"Magic darling, how else?" She laughed. Snow put a protective hand on Emma's arm and while Emma appreciated the gesture, she didn't see how Snow would be of any use against a Queen with ice powers.

"What do you want?" Snow asked, her voice ridden with so much anger that Emma barely registered that it was her mother that had spoken the words.

"What I have always wanted. A family. And that family includes Emma." Ingrid held her hand out toward Emma and beckoned her forwards. Snow dug her fingers harder into Emma but Emma had no intentions of going with the crazy queen. Eventually the Snow Queen's smile faded and she dropped her hand to her side.

"I shan't say I expected to do this the easy way." She sighed and waved her hand in the air. A cold gust entered the room and suddenly Snow's hands felt very cold. She watched as a pair of handcuffs grew from nothing but ice particles and encircled her wrists, closing tightly and pinching her skin painfully.

"Mom!" Emma yelled as Snow just looked surprised that these ice cuffs had appeared out of nowhere.

"Big mistake Lady." Emma growled angrily, raised her palms up the Ingrid and summoned all of the magic she had stored up inside of her.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you Emma dear." Ingrid said flatly. She didn't even wave her hand this time. Emma felt the ice particles forming around her fingers, fusing them together and making her magic fizzle out. Two round blocks of ice had formed around her hands making it impossible to summon her magic. The ice blocks were so heavy that Emma's hands fell to her side uselessly. The Snow Queen summoned a gust of wind to knock Snow back off her feet. The gust knocked Snow into the cabinets behind her where she hit her head against the handle with a sickening crack.

"No! Please, stop. I'll do whatever you want. Just leave her alone." Emma said, defeated. The Snow Queen could do anything to Emma and she wouldn't give her what she wanted but once she threatened Emma's family, Emma would move heaven and earth to give her everything she wanted.

"I want you to come with me." Ingrid simpered, gesturing to her side where Emma went to stand.

"No don't do it Emma. Don't give in!" Snow was struggling to stand due to the ice cuffs and the severity of her head wound. She was seeing two of everything.

"Goodbye mom." Emma managed to say finally before the Snow Queen whisked them away in a gust of wind. The paper's that Snow had been looking through before the Snow Queen's arrival were blown everywhere and one picture in particular landed in front of Snow. It was a quick pencil sketch of the Snow Queen but she looked very different. Her hair was down and rested over one shoulder. Her expression was different too, more open and a clearer expression of love on it. Emma had signed it with her name and a message to the Snow Queen, whom she had called Sarah.

Sarah, I drew this one for you. Happy mother's day. Love, Emma.

The ice cuffs had melted but Snow still felt chained. Her worst nightmare had come true. Emma had had a mother and she had loved her once. Snow finally let herself cry.