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"Show me Queen Regina…"

The little girl stared at her mirror as the glass became blurry and morphed into an image. Emma gasped when she saw the image of a dark castle—quite the opposite of her own actually. The castle had black, marble floors and walls of obsidian. It was beautiful, really…built for a queen. She recognized it as the Dark Castle from her storybook and felt herself growing more and more excited to see Regina. Just when she was about to question Regina's whereabouts, a beautiful woman appeared in the mirror. She wore a red dress which hugged her curves and her long, dark tresses were half up, half down. Emma wanted to reach out and touch them, but she knew she couldn't.

Regina didn't look to be any older than about 18, which Emma found strange. Her mother had a couple grey hairs while her father had wrinkles around his eyes. She made a note to ask Regina about that someday if she ever got the chance to.

The woman was pacing around what Emma guessed were her bed chambers, obviously deep in thought. She looked pained, as if something was on plaguing her mind. All Emma wanted to do was wipe it all away. "What's wrong, Queen Regina?" Emma softly asked. She would've never prepared herself for what was going to happen next.

Alert, Regina swiftly turned to where she'd heard a voice. If anyone was watching her through a mirror, she couldn't initially see them, but she could in fact hear them. "Mirror, show me whoever dares watch their queen." She grinned evilly and her voice dripped with malice. It seemed today was a bad day to cross the queen.

Emma sat frightfully behind the mirror, trying to conjure up ways to avoid being discovered. She hadn't meant to make the Queen angry, she just wanted to be friends. It seemed like these days the only friend she had was herself. She just wanted someone to confide in, laugh with, and have fun with. Was that so hard to ask for? Caught up in her own thoughts, she failed to notice that Regina could now see her face.

Regina waved her hand so that she could be heard through the other girl's mirror. This little girl looked intriguing to say the least and she was not going to pass up the opportunity to find out more about her. "Hello dear, may I ask why you have been spying on me?"

Emma's insides felt like they were somersaulting within her. Her face went pale at the sound of the woman's voice. How could someone sound so cruel, but look so beautiful? The girl gulped, clearly too nervous to answer. She was afraid she might say something stupid, and the truthful story was far too long to explain to a stranger without telling her life story.

Regina's nose scrunched in annoyance. "Little girl!" She harshly whispered, effectively pulling Emma out of her trance. When she saw she had Emma's full attention she asked, "Why have you been spying on me?"

Emma felt like she was going to melt. She just wanted someone to talk to that wasn't a royal guard or her parents. She felt herself begin to tear up, this was not how she wanted this to go.

"Hush child," Regina's voice softened—there was a clear difference between how she initially regarded Emma and now. All she wanted was for Emma to stop crying. She couldn't explain it, but when Emma hurt, she hurt as well. "Tell me who you are at once." She said it a little more firmly than intended, but well, she was a Queen after all.

Emma knew that she shouldn't tell Regina who she is. However, she couldn't explain it but there was this pull within her that told her it would be okay if she did. Wiping her tears, she mumbled "Princess Emma of the White Kingdom."

If Regina hadn't been listening for her title, she never would've heard the young girl. She was sure her eyebrows had reached her forehead. At first, she was curious as to why this little girl would contact her when they were sworn enemies, but now she suspected she was a part of a scheme that her parents had convinced her to participate in. Anger ran through her blood, and she got the urge to kill the entire Charming family at once. She was pulled from her thoughts at the sound of the small voice.

"I know what you're thinking. It's not a trick, I'm not a trick."

Regina didn't know why she believed the little girl, but she did. Something inside her told her to believe everything this little girl had to say. "And why should I believe you?" A queen can't appear to agree with everything, she must ask questions.

Emma seemed to think about her response for a few seconds and decide on one she liked. "Because I want to be your friend," She added but then quickly amended the statement, "I want you to be my friend and I'll be yours."

Regina's heart warmed at the sound of the girl's voice. She cursed herself as she felt old insecurities come out to play. Why would anyone want to befriend the Evil Queen? "Very well then, I suppose we are "friends" now." The word didn't taste as bitter in her mouth as she expected, but sweet and full of love and warmth. Although her first friend was an eight year old girl, she could feel herself start to smile.

Emma beamed at the Queen. "I am such a good friend, your majesty. I won't let you down!"

Regina had to do a double take at this girl's zeal. Smiling inside, she found herself quite excited to get to know her. Maybe befriending the daughter of her sworn enemies could be a good thing and wouldn't come back to bite her. "I'm assured you won't, my dear" She smoothed out the invisible wrinkles on her dress and fixed her hair. "I must be going now Princess, my apologies. A kingdom cannot run itself, you know."

Emma pouted and Regina fought the urge to cry from seeing her new friend so sad. "Will you come back?" She hoped with everything within her that Regina would come back and talk to her. She had a lot of questions she wanted to ask the woman and she was literally itching the ask them.

Regina chuckled at how eager the girl was to talk to her. With a nod of her head, she assuaged the girl's fears. "Of course dear. I'll tell you what—whenever you come in your bed chambers and know you'll be alone for a significant amount of time you can talk to me. I'm not sure what it is you did to contact me this time, but do it again and be sure to say something, otherwise I will not know of your presence."

Taking this in, Emma nodded emphatically. "I will, your majesty."

Regina seemed to think for a little while and against her better judgment she said, "Call me Regina."

Emma almost squealed. She'd never been able to call a royal by their first name. "Call me Emma," she whispered back.

Nodding, Regina said her goodbyes. "Get some sleep, little one. I will speak to you tomorrow."

Smiling back at the queen, Emma nodded and watched as her mirror morphed back into just that—a mirror. The little girl sighed in contentment and placed the book someone safe in her closet. She padded back to her bed, peeled back the covers and slid in. Wishing that Regina have a good night's sleep, she closed her eyes and fell into a peaceful slumber herself.