Beautiful Lily

Blizzard blunder

Present Day...Granny's Diner...

"...You did this?..." Regina said, confounded and absolutely devastated.

"I just wanted to save her life," said Emma making a poor attempt at explaining herself.

"You're just like your mother, never thinking of consequences!" said Regina, her devastation turning into fury.

"I didn't know."

"Of course you didn't. Well, you just better hope to hell you didn't bring anything else back." Regina took a few moments doing her best to regain her composure. She looked around the diner, "I'm taking Henry home with me tonight," she stated toward Emma. "Where's Henry? Henry!" Regina called out in the diner.

Henry was sitting at a neighboring booth with his grandparents and saw Mary-Margret and David look up at the interaction, which prompted him to turn around in his booth to do the same. "I'm right here Mom," said Henry as he exited the booth.

"Henry," Regina pleaded. She held on to both of Henry's shoulders looking straight into his eyes. It was her most loving way of being honest with him. Holding on to his shoulders was also a distraction for her hands, preventing them from performing dark magic, "I need you to come home with me tonight. I can't be alone right now. I'm afraid if I stay any longer I'll do something I know I'll regret." She looked up to give Emma a vicious glance. It was taking every ounce of her strength to resist the temptation of lighting a fireball and hurling it towards Emma's face.

"What's wrong? What happened?" implored Henry. He wanted to remedy whatever ailed his mother and was causing her this much pain. He could see the distress on her face and her eyes on the verge of tears.

"I'll tell you when we get home honey, but for now, I need you with me to remind me that I'm... I'm..." Regina stuttered, struggling against a violent reflex, "...still good."

"Ok, Mom. Ok. We'll go," Henry replied, sympathetic to her confliction. He looked over at Emma, "I'll call you later, ok Mom?" Emma nodded obligingly. Henry took Regina's hand and he led her out the door before another fight could break out. Things were going so well tonight, the last thing he wanted was his two moms to feud again.

... ...

Somewhere in the dark distance lies the remains of Zelena's shattered residence. In her deserted barn house, Elsa awakens discovering this new land. Seeing the damned urn that Rumplestiltskin used to trap her she pulled off one of her gloves and used her magic to freeze the object, shattering it to a million pieces. She strutted out of the barn house to gain her bearings. Rumplestiltskin must be close by, she thought. She looked left and right, ready to freeze anybody or anything that moved. Ask questions later. Nobody. No castle. Just a forest that surrounded the outskirts of this humble property. Nothing looked familiar. Nothing looked exotic either. She was determined to make things look familiar if she had to create it herself. Although a fire fueled burned within her, she still managed to manipulate ice and snow. She felt a pull to the forest. At least the trees in this land were familiar to those in her land. She looked for the highest vantage point in this new land to rebuild her ice domain. She wanted to get a better look over whatever kingdom her urn had traveled her to.

It was nightfall, so she used the moonlight to guide her up the advantageous hill. She glided to the hillside's plateau, practically floating as she gracefully came to a halt. Not much space, but it will do. She couldn't build her ice castle like she did before, but she could certainly build one that would look down upon the village that twinkled like fireflies in the night. She went to work that night. She created ice crystals and positioned them accordingly to harvest the moon's light. Her ice mansion illuminated, giving off an iridescent glow. She reached the second floor balcony of her mansion and looked down at the Firefly Village, pondering her next move. Elsa stared down at the little town. She couldn't sleep.