Title: Happy Ending
Rating: T for language, might be bumped later for language and/or sexiness
Disclaimer: I have no rights to any persons real or imagined, no television shows, no books, basically nothing. You want to sue me the best thing I have is a bed, but try to take that and I'll cut a bitch, it's super comfy.
Summary: AU Remma, Regina/Emma, Swan Queen, whatever you want to call it. The Evil Queen will have her happy ending. And she will have her revenge.
Word Count: This chapter: 847; Total: 3522
Notes: I can't get the idea of Remma out of my head; you will all be subjected to more of it. And frequently.
Stubborn as her parents, Emma could not be cajoled or ordered or begged into apologizing to Alexandra. This childish grudge tested her parents' patience to the limit, but before they could bundle the princess into a carriage and make her apologize a great storm blew into the kingdom.
No storm like this had been seen even in Jiminy's magically extended life. The last of the harvest's fruits and vegetables froze on vine or tree or stem. Stores of food or goods were buried beneath mountains of snow; those that attempted to access the caches were lost to the elements. Even the great lake serving as a moat around the palace froze solid.
It was a hard winter for the common folk, but even the Royal family tightened their belts and went without. A great deal of the usual winter balls and feasts were canceled to provide for those whose lives were most uprooted by the storms.
Against the cold winter it was no simple task for Emma to keep up the heat of her anger towards the other young princess. And without that anger to keep her warm, Emma was cold and lonely.
And a winter without companions or cause to hope made only one thing grow: the mounting doubts which came up again every time that Emma read the book. For she had not seen her secret friend for a long time, and hope could become a misremembered thing in the dead of winter with only the barest memories of springtime left to you.
But when spring finally melted winter's icy grip, talk of apologies to Alexandra came up again. And with them, Emma's refusal to go. The princess' protests went unheeded and, as promised, the young blonde was sent off to her friend, will she or won't she.
Angry at the whole world (at seven the world isn't a large place), Emma pouted the whole trip. She didn't even react when her coach froze along the route.
"It is rude to keep people waiting, little princess," called the familiar voice of her secret companion. "Won't you come out, my dear?"
"No," huffed Emma, her stubborn streak asserting itself.
"No? Then I shall have to come to you." But as soon as the carriage door opened, Emma bolted through it and into the trees lining the trail. She made it maybe a dozen paces when something tripped her, sending the blonde pin-wheeling to the ground. Looking down and finding vines wrapping slowly around her body caused Emma to frantically fight the flora's hold on her.
"Running from me is foolish." Emma looked up, for the first time genuinely afraid of Regina, who stood with her arms outstretched with magic cascading from her fingertips. The magically summoned vines stood Emma upright, the leafy grip was the only thing keeping her standing. "Foolish, but also brave," Regina repeated before banishing the vines.
This confused the princess. "You are letting me go?" she asked as the vines slid away.
One sculpted eyebrow arched at this. "My intention was not to harm you dear, or were the flowers telling you otherwise?" One of the banished vines snaked its way into Regina's hand and shook a flower-shaped head. But when the petals of the flower flapped no sound came out. "We shall have to work on that," mused the sorceress, more to her flower than the girl before her.
Finally finding a vent for her anger, Emma shouted at the woman who seemed to forget her presence. "You lied to me! You are the Evil Queen and you attacked my parents!"
"Oh? And who told you that?" Regina asked.
"Is it true?" pressed the princess, ignoring the question.
"Yes. But you were given half the story, the other half has your mother ruining my life and stealing my happy ending." Here Emma gasped, she knew the power of happy endings but couldn't believe her mother would have done that. "Someday I will tell you that part, but for now there is something that should make you trust me."
When a boom like thunder and a small cloud of smoke enveloped the two, Emma averted her eyes. But when she looked up again, Regina held a mirror. "What is it?" asked the princess, her fingers itching to touch the gilt frame and perfect glass.
"This is a magic mirror, all you have to do is ask for me and I will appear in the glass," explained the woman, handing the mirror to the blonde. "But, it is now time and past for you to be going." And without another word Regina was gone and Emma's guards were frantic at her absence.
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"Are you sure about this, my queen?" asked the green face bobbing in the mirror. "It seems questionable to spy on the young princess."
With a haughty flip of her wrist, the accusation was dismissed. "We are not spying, we are opening the lines of communication. You will only watch her when she summons you, or when I tell you to. Am I clear?"
"As glass, my queen."