"So what are you gonna do about King Siegfried?" Henry asked with a pensive lick of his ice cream cone.

"Siegfried?" Anna asked as she dipped to deliver Emma's sundae off a silver tray. After the initial return to Arendelle, she had decided to rent a flat in Storybrooke and take over her late aunt's ice cream parlour, take some time to reconnect with Kristoff after the whole Snow Queen-on-top-of-Everything-Else ordeal. "That new guy in town? Ye high? Very dreamy? No? Just me? Very dreamy. Don't tell Kristoff that. He won't get jealous, but, he won't get the reference because he hasn't watched all twelve seasons of Grey's Anatomy like the rest of us—also just me? Okay. Anyways. He's been coming in here every afternoon for a pistachio cone with sprinkles. The rainbow kind. Siegfried, not Kristoff. What about him?"

Emma couldn't help raising a bemused eyebrow, but she'd long since adjusted to just rolling with the torrent that was conversation with Anna.

"He's trying to date my mother." Henry said, sliding her a can you believe it look.

"Oh. Well. That's not going to work out." Anna's brows knit in concern. "Not that you couldn't make it work, y'know, if that's what you wanted Emma, but. Yikes."

"'Yikes' is right." Emma agreed, stabbing her spoon into her ice cream.

"Well, good luck. If you find yourself needing a pick-me-up or someone versed in hand-to-hand combat, I'm here for you." The thing was, Anna was entirely capable of showing up for both parts of the offer. And with that sweet smile, she meant it.

"Thanks, Anna."

"So?" Henry asked as Anna swept away.

"I don't know, kid. Honestly. All I know is I'm not a fan of all the ruckus he's making."

"'Ruckus?' You really have been spending more time with Granny."

"Hey." She poked a warning spoon in his direction. Then she took mercy on him and spooned herself another bite of banana-and-neopolitan. "So what d'you think?" She asked around the mouthful.

"I think you need to give him a chance."

She looked at him to continue.

"Obviously just because he's your True Love in some other reality doesn't mean you owe him being his True Love in this one. I mean, you don't owe him anything, point blank. I think you need to talk to him, though. Help him find his happy ending."

"And what do you figure that is?"

Henry shrugged. "I don't know. Closure, maybe?"

Emma appraised him over laced fingers. Ever since meeting him-really meeting him-she'd known her boy was something else, but somewhere between Neverland and Camelot he'd really come into focus.

"Maybe. He's hardly harmless, though."

"We can take him."

She smiled. "I appreciate the vote of confidence. Hopefully it won't come to that, though."

"So if you're the Swan Queen over there—what exactly does that make me?" He shifted gears flawlessly.

She faltered. "Neal wasn't really in the picture over there, Henry."

"I wasn't born, you mean." She watched for the inevitable fall in his expression, but he just straightened his shoulders and polished off his ice cream cone. "Okay. No offense, but I'm kinda glad this is the reality that's our reality."

"Me too, kid."

Emma dropped Henry off at Regina's for dinner, pulling him into a tight hug before hopping back into her yellow Bug. She'd known what she'd have to do since they left the parlour.

Given that Siegfried was still too fresh to be in the yellow pages, she was going to have to force a date with destiny.