Lice
Ryla asked for a oneshot of Snow French braiding adult Emma's hair.
"Sit still." Snow told her daughter. Emma tried, but she couldn't help but fidget. She could practically feel them crawling through her hair.
"It's itchy." Emma complained.
"You used the special shampoo. You combed them all out, and their eggs. I've checked as well. Although I did warn you that Neal had them. I told you not to get so close to him."
"Yeah yeah yeah." Emma grumbled, sitting on her hands to try and stop herself from scratching at the imaginary beasties. There had been a headlice outbreak in Neal's preschool class. Neal had spent the day with the family whilst Neal was still being treated for them. Snow had warned Emma not to sit so close, that they were good little jumpers, but Emma didn't listen. She insisted she was far enough away that she would be safe. She wasn't. Now here she was, having been treated for the little blighters herself. She wasn't very good at doing much with her hair, but knew her mom was better having had to deal with her hair during her bandit days. She asked her mom if she would do something to keep her hair up properly after she used the shampoo treatment. Snow was absolutely delighted. She revelled in any chance she got to play with her daughter's hair. Today, she decided was call for a simple French braid. Elegant, but basic. It took Snow longer than it might have, but eventually, she finished Emma's hair and looked down at the finished product.
"There." She said, smiling. "What do you think?"
"Perfect." Emma said happily. She tried to sneak a finger in to itch another imaginary itch, Snow batted it away.
"Hey!" Emma complained. "It's my head!"
"I just spent half an hour fixing this, Emma Swan, I'm not letting you and your imagination ruin it. This is the most princess-y I've been able to get you and I'm keeping it looking nice as long as possible." Snow told her. Emma pouted, slumping down on the stool. Maybe she would have been better giving herself a ponytail.
