When the snow starts falling, she feels.
It's just a moment, but it's like a wave of – light, she doesn't know how else she could describe it. Light, pouring in her soul. The corset is suddenly too tight, her sword drops to the floor, and she laughs.
It's pure relief – because she hasn't killed anyone, the Evil Queen theatricals have given Emma and Elsa enough time to break the spell before she could hurt Snow – or, the gods forbid, baby Neal.
It's relief, and she laughs, but the panic comes back – Henry, and Emma, and Robin, she runs to them.