Wet
Amy asked for a oneshot of Emma having an accident during the ogre attack and trying to hide it from Snow because she's embarrassed.
She'd been attacked by an ogre- an actual ogre. And they weren't secretly warm and fuzzy like Shrek- they were massive, terrifying and willing to crush you to a pulp before gobbling up your mushy remains. Seeing as she had never seen any of the creatures in the Enchanted Forest before (nor did she believe they actually existed) it was fair to say Emma had been given the fright of her life. Unfortunately- the creatures of the Enchanted Forest weren't the only things Emma was getting used to. Emma was also having trouble adapting to the sanitary situation of the outdoors. As a result Emma was "holding it in" for as long as humanly possible in the hope of finding some sort of toilet before giving in before her kidneys exploded and skulking off to a hideout somewhere to do her business. This meant when the ogre attacked her, her bladder was relatively full. After the ogre attacked her…not so full. Fortunately the urine hadn't spread out behind or in front of her- it was all down the inside of her legs. As it was dark and her jeans were a dark blue denim she was getting away with it. However walking was horrendously uncomfortable as her thighs rubbed together with every step unless she walked like a cowboy (or cowgirl in Emma's case) and that might draw suspicion. She couldn't tell any of the group. Imagine their reactions if they found out the so called saviour had wet herself? No, she'd rough it out. Emma wasn't aware that her mother had noticed. Ever since the attack Snow had been determined to stick as close to Emma as possible in case something else sprung up. Snow noticed the smell early on and her heart broke for her daughter. She knew Emma was struggling with the lack of modern plumbing and was holding things in, so it wasn't a massive shock to her that she'd had an accident. She didn't say anything though, she now Emma must be embarrassed enough as was. No, she'd wait till they were at the castle and could be alone, Snow had a plan.
When they arrived at the ruins of what had been Snow's home, Snow requested to be alone with Emma to show her around where she should have spent her childhood. Naturally Mulan and Aurora understood and stood guard at the entrance. Emma was confused, what was there to show? Most rooms were a crumbling heap of rubble. Shouldn't they just head for the wardrobe and get straight back out? But Snow knew were she was going, even whilst navigating through the chunks of stone that had collapsed when the curse hit. She led Emma through to where her and Charming's chambers used to be- the room Emma was born in. It was the perfect distance away from Emma's nursery. Far enough away to discourage her as a toddler from wandering through in the pitch black in case she hurt herself but close enough that her parents would always hear her. Snow went to her own wardrobe and started rummaging through.
"I don't understand." Emma said. "I thought it was my wardrobe that was magical, not yours?"
"We're not here for magic." Snow said, as she found what she was looking for- her riding trousers. "We're here for these." Snow turned and tossed the trousers to Emma. "Those should fit you just fine. You can tell the others while we were walking through the castle you slipped in a puddle of something. They need never know." Snow didn't mention anything, she didn't feel she had to. She stayed facing the wardrobe to give Emma some privacy to change. Emma's face turned beetroot red, but she didn't respond. She was feeling a mix of sheer embarrassment and feeling touched. Snow had noticed that she'd peed herself. She hadn't made a fuss, hadn't even mentioned it now. She simply cared enough to make sure Emma wasn't uncomfortable for the remainder of their stay in the Enchanted Forest. Emma still saw her as her best friend Mary Margaret. But now there was a glimmer of a mother coming through.