Crazy
fanficfan asked for a oneshot of Emma showing her parents the folder of her school work and telling them about the Snow Queen wanting Emma to be her sister.
Snow held the picture in her hands like it was the most precious painting in the world. Charming was doing the same with another of Emma's art pieces.
"They're not that good." Emma mumbled. "Barely passed art…"
"Hush." Charming interjected, not looking up from the painting. He wanted to take in every inch of it. "These are the best paintings in the world as far as we're concerned. Emma rolled her eyes.
"Well wait until you see the creative writing…"
"You wrote stories?" Snow asked, having heard Emma's muttering. Emma mentally kicked herself, she didn't want her parents to see them. Snow put the painting down and went back through the box. "No!" Emma called out, pulling the box back. "Really, you don't want to see the story…"
"Of course we do Emma." Charming said, putting down his own painting and coming over and putting an arm around his wife. "We want to see everything, good grade or bad." Emma looked down nervously.
"We had to do our own take on a fairy tale." Emma told them. "I did Snow White…and I wasn't expecting that they'd turn out to be my parents and want to see the story twenty years later."
"Ah…" Charming said, squeezing his wife's shoulder. "Well that's alright. This is your work after all. You don't have to show us anything you'd rather we didn't see. Is there something else we could see instead?" He asked. Emma could see her parents' eyes were shimmering with longing. She couldn't deny them everything. Emma went back through the box, pulling everything out to find something good to show them. Something caught Snow's eye.
"Emma, what language is that written in?" She asked. Emma looked up, confused. She didn't think she had any foreign language work left. She followed Snow's gaze and found the scroll.
"Oh." Emma said, feeling stupid for leaving it with everything else. "That." Emma's parents caught her worry and knew this wasn't some schoolwork.
"What is it Emma?" Charming asked. Emma shrugged, keeping looking through the box. "Emma." He prompted, knowing this was serious.
"Look, I just don't want you guys to worry." Emma sighed.
"We'll decide if we should worry." Snow said, picking up on the seriousness. Emma could see they weren't going to give up on this.
"It's the Snow Queen's. It's written in some ancient stuff that Elsa can read. Apparently it says something about me being the saviour and that I shall become her sister. She's just a crazy woman. She won't be able to do anything."
"Of course she won't. She won't get close enough." Charming interjected. Snow nodded, tight lipped. That witch wouldn't be within fifty feet of Emma if they had to give her a permanent bodyguard.
"I can look after myself, don't worry. I'm sister to only one person and that's Neal." Snow and Charming felt their hearts warm at that. It was good to know that Emma was accepting of the situation. But that didn't make them feel any more at ease about the Snow Queen. Charming squeezed Snow's shoulder and she knew what that meant. They wouldn't let anyone hurt their daughter. And Heaven help the person who tried.