Regina walked down the stairs in her house, dressed and ready for the day when she noticed it. There was a box sitting in her kitchen, it was purple, with a white ribbon wrapped around it. It certainly looked harmless but she could never be too trust worthy, not with her past. She made sure she was ready to conjure a fireball if anyone were to appear and slowly approached the mysterious box on the counter top. She used her magic to sense who had touched the box and if it were magically trapped or cursed, it was not and the only person she could sense was Emma. That was strange, their relationship was still relatively new but she thought that if Emma had snuck in to leave a present she would have at least stated around to make herself known. Then she remembered that the police station had been unusually busy this week, something about the holiday season made people break the law more often than usual.

Regina slowly untied the ribbon and lifted the lid off of the box, inside was a lump of red fabric. She lifted it out of the box and it appeared to be a sweater of sorts, with a design over it that she could not quite make out but it was white. She put it down and checked inside the box, there was a letter folded up at the bottom of the box.

Regina,

So after racking my brain for weeks on end of what to get you as a present, my mother suggested that a handmade gift is better than any expensive thing. (We also didn't know what to get you, I mean you were once a queen, I'm sure that you've already owned everything ever made.) Anyway, I then realised that I am not a crafty person in the slightest, but I am a quick learner. So I tried to teach myself to knit a sweater, for you. And I'm ashamed to say that I am not good at knitting. That's why I left, I'm embarrassed about that dreadful mess of wool that I dare to call a sweater, and also it's still really busy at the station.

But, my mother did convince me to still give it to you, so I did. She kept rambling on about how if it's true love then you won't mind how well crafted the gift is. However, I know you, and if you don't ever wear it, I won't take it personally.

Oh. And it's supposed to be a swan, wearing a crown. Because my last name is swan and you were a queen so I made you a sweater with the queen of swans on it, I know it's not the best idea but it's the only one I had.

I'll see you tonight,

Emma, xxx

Regina smiled as she folded the letter back up and looked down at the sweater again, Emma was too cute sometimes.

Emma could not believe her eyes. She had to be dreaming, there was no way this was actually happening. She closed her eyes and opened them again but no, it was still happening. Regina was walking towards her, in the middle of Granny's Christmas party, wearing the horrible jumper she had made her.

"What? Why are you wearing it? It's horrible." Emma asked her as soon as Regina was near enough.

"It's not the best craftsmanship yes, you wouldn't be able to sell it to anyone that's for sure. But you made it for me, so of course I'm going to wear it." Regina smiled at her.

"But it's so bad, and falling apart."

Regina tucked a piece of Emma's hair behind her as she spoke. "It's not actually, it's rather comfortable. I'll take it off it if you really want me to, I don't need to wear it, not for what it symbolises anyway."

"It's not up to me, it's your choice. Wait, what do you mean by what it symbolises?"

Regina leaned in and kissed her forehead, "I don't need the sweater because I already have my swan queen."