A long time ago...
A woman screams harshly, convulsing in the pain of child birth.
David leans closely against Snow as her screams grow hoarser and louder.
The Queen is approaching the castle, her black armoured soldier's riding viciously on horseback before and after her carriage, where she smiles to herself, pleased at the disaster she will cause.
Doc leans over Snow and wipes the sweat from her forehead as she frets;
"I can't... have this baby now!" she cries, labour pains coursing through her entirety.
David rocks her worriedly, his own sweat mingling with hers.
"It's gonna be okay..." he speaks quickly, fear showing in his face, "the wardrobe's almost finished... Just... Just hold on..."
The Queen draws nearer and nearer, her wheels smashing against wood and rocks, rumbling through the woods and over the bridge to the castle, followed by a deathly purple fog. Snow's cries become stronger and stronger as she fights against the unbearable agony, as Geppetto runs into the room, hammer in hand; "It's ready!" he beams, waving for Snow and David to follow him.
"It's ready" David whispers, sheer happiness shining through his eyes. He turned to Snow, pushing his hands beneath her agonised body "It's ready" he tells her. He begins lifting her from the bed;
"It's too late..." Doc shakes his head "... we can't move her"
The Queen bursts through the front doors of the palace, her presence resounding through the empty hall. Her men run in from behind her, rushing up the stairs and around into nearby rooms to search for whoever might be hiding. Regina watches as they disperse, grinning wide and breathing her victory breaths. A baby's cry echoes from the upper floors, she turns her head to the sound; "Perfect." she purrs, gliding towards the tempting noise.
Snow and David held their child close, so happy for a few moments. Although they could hear the inevitable pound of The Queen's soldier's footsteps, their swords crashing down against the innocent servants on the floors below, Snow engulfed the moment, kissing her baby on the head.
A look of realisation appeared on her face; "The wardrobe..." she slowly turned to connect eyes with David, "... It only takes one..." She continued.
They both turned as the sounds of crashing and shouting grew louder, closer.
"Then our plan has failed." David admitted, desperately trying to think of something to hope for.
"at least we're together." he confounded, rubbing Snow's back as she stared down at her child.
"No." She said sternly, "You have to take her. Take the baby to the wardrobe." she demanded.
"Are you out of your mind?" David replied distastefully,
"No. It's the only way. We have to believe that she will be safe." Snow cried; "We have to give her - her best chance."
At this, David understood. He looked at Snow, then at their baby, placing a kiss on its head.
Snow smiled tearfully;
"Good bye Emma."
She kissed her baby, smelling the hair on its new born head for the first and final time.
Her and David shared a look. He gently picked up Emma, and sternly walked towards the door, sliding his sword out from its case, he took one last look back at Snow, as she lay helplessly on their bed, her face curled in sorrow and regret. He left, closing the door behind himself.
Snow heard swords connecting, David shouting intelligible words at the guards as they roared past the room she was in. She heard what could only have been the sound of furniture being pushed over, what she assumed would be David blocking their passage for him to get to the wardrobe. She pushed herself out of the bed, falling hard onto her knees she grasped her baby bump and let out a groan of pain. She crawled desperately towards the door, trying to listen harder to the happenings of outside.
So much chaos, so much noise, and then...
Nothing...
Silence filled the air...
All Snow could hear was the sound of her own breathing as she pressed herself against the door.
and then suddenly,
"What have you done!"
The Queen's voice vibrated through the walls, sending Snow falling backwards in a heap.
"You idiots! I told you that I wanted the baby alive!"
Snow collapsed then, her mind unable to comprehend the words that were just spoken.
Her head impacted against the floor violently, sending a jolt through her ears and muffling all the surrounding noise.
Her expression stayed blank, empty, frozen.
Her eyes wide and staring outside the window, dead set on nothing in particular.
A purple fog emerged through the window and rolled along the floor towards her,
engulfing her in its magic.