I can't leave my kingdom. Not with you.
This is my kingdom. And I will fight for it.
The smoke engulfs her – the swirl of the violet fog is always quick, just a glimpse for a normal person, but time expands and her thoughts slow down, letting her focus on her destination.
This time, Snow's words are – as usual – an annoying, painful refrain, my kingdom, and she thinks of when she was Wilma and Snow saved her and people were ready to burn a mannequin, calling it with her name…
She has no heart.
But they love that girl, instead.