A never ending cycle
A guest asked for a oneshot of how Emma ended up with the Snow Queen.
Emma sat in stony silence in the back of her social worker's car. She would run away the next chance she got- only this time she wouldn't be stupid enough to make friends.
"You can't keep doing this Emma." Her social worker sighed. Emma just shrugged in reply. It's not like she really cared, she was more worried about the paperwork that followed. "Listen Emma…Emily thinks this isn't working out. We're moving you." Oh big surprise, Emma thought. Emily was her current foster mother. To be honest, she was a right cow. She was only fostering to find the perfect little angel to adopt. Emma was not that perfect little angel so she was getting shifted so as to not waste Emily's time. "Maybe this place will be the one, you never know." Helen- her social worker- tried to reassure her. Emma was not so convinced. The longest she'd ever stayed anywhere was three months.
It was a long drive to the new place. It was in one of the posh neighbourhoods. Emma tried to look on the bright side. At least normally they had some good food to steal. It's not like they normally cared whether Emma ate or not so she had to look after herself.
"Ok, we're here." Helen said, pulling up. Emma didn't say anything, just got out of the car and pulled her little suitcase out of the trunk. Emma continued to stay silent as they walked up to the door and Helen rang the bell. There was a lot of noise coming from the house. Emma rolled her eyes. Great, another group home. Foster parents getting as many kids as possible to get as much money as they could. Not that they cared about the kids. Eventually, the door was unlocked and a woman answered. She smiled down at Emma. That was unusual, normally they ignored her and looked straight at Helen. "Emma, I'd like you to meet your new foster mother, Ingrid."
"It's very nice to meet you, Emma."