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Regina Mills - Curses (A?F?)

"I don't understand why it didn't work," the Queen snarled, spitting as much venom into the words as possible, pacing anxiously. She hated dealings with crocodiles. "I sacrificed a I loved, as you said." Suddenly, she rounded on him, "you gave me a broken spell, you-"

"Tu-tu-tu," he interrupted her, grinning from ear to ear at his entertainment. It wasn't often he was visited behind these rusted bars. "Now even you know that's a bit far. You just don't want to admit you got it wrong." He giggled, though it was a chilling sound, not scary, just creepy.

"I did everything correctly-"

"Who do you love most, dearie?" He cut her off again. This just made her more furious.

She looked him dead in the eye; something she wouldn't have done if he weren't behind those bars. He grinned again. She turned facing the tunnel, contemplating his words.

"No."

"No?" He mimicked, surprised. "What do you mean, 'No'. Has the Evil Queen lost her nerve?"

He was laughing at her. She wasn't there to entertain him, she was there for answers, and she had got it.

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"I have to cut out the heart of the thing I love most," Regina's heart was heavy with this admission. She couldn't look her father in the eye. She could see in her peripheral vision how his face contorted in fear. She turned to face him "I don't know what to do."

"My dear... You don't have to do this." He opened his hands, he was always there for her. He never thought he would have to plead for his lift to his own daughter.

"I have to do something." She began pacing to try and calm her nerves.

"Then move past this. I know this might sound self-serving, but you don't need to enact this curse," he pleaded with her, he wasn't sure how she would react.

"But I can't keep living like this," she turned to him in disbelief. "What snow did to me, what she took from me... It's eating me alive," the pain on her face made her father shudder. "Her very existence mocks me. She must be punished," he could see the anger, the hatred.

Her father went quiet. He never thought he might be in the middle of Regina and her revenge.

"Mirror," she shouted, anger spiking. "Show me Snow White."

"As you wish," the mirror rippled from blue smoke to a scene depicting her worst mistake.

"What do I do," she said to herself quietly, anger and sadness resounding in her voice.

Regina marched out of her chambers, leaving her father and the mirror. She could feel his surprise as he released a breath of air. Did he really think she was going to kill him? She found herself entering the library, too in her own head to realise how long she had been walking.

She sat heavily at one of the tables and put her head in her hands. She assumed it was back to the drawing board with this whole curse business. She wasn't about to sacrifice her father for all this. He was the one ray of light left in her life.

The Queen spent the rest of the afternoon and evening in that library, looking for answers and solutions. She was slowly giving up. Grasping at straws, she walked around the library again, picking books off the shelves, ones which even as she took them thought it was ridiculous. She sat down with them and started reading through, or at least skimming the ones she thought were less useful.