◤ regina ◢

                    ◤ {        ♔        } ◢ 

she remembers the chaos.   having just  started
to   use her magic,   the dark   one teaching  her
every  spell   and curse  imaginable.   she’d lost
control more than once,    set fire to   the  forest
and to  her bedroom   walls   —   easily  fixed, or
replaced, but no  less terrifying.   she’d been so
young there, her heart still bright red —   broken,
but red. shadows  lingering, waiting to consume
the purity of her heart and she remembers what
                             it was like.

                 there’s   a lot on   her plate.   regina has  far too
                 much to  hand and she really,  really   shouldn’t
                 be   taking on anymore but   the girl needs help.
                 and who bette  r to offer it than   the evil queen?

    she   says nothing   about  the   tear,   draws no
    attention   to it  though that   doesn’t   mean she
    hasn’t seen it, taken it under account and — she
    hadn’t   truly had   someone   to  help   her.   oh,
    rumplestiltskin has  taught her but at what cost?
    no.   regina’d never truly had   someone by   her
    side. the least she   could do is offer that to elsa.
    a small   smile   curves her lips,   a   half-hearted
    shrug       and       a     shake   of       her      head.

              “If you were going to be a bother,
                       I wouldn’t have offered.”

✕ ✕ ┊she of ice & snow ;;

More tears streamed down her face and she could not wipe them
away fast enough. Where was the girl woman who was able to be
as cold as Winter? Where was the woman who could hold back her
tears and not show even the tiniest hint of weakness? Oh if her 
mother could see her now ; dearest Queen Mother would probably 
shake her head, disappointed ( once more ) at her imperfect daughter.

           ❝Regina I                           ❞

                                                               ❝Thank you, truly.❞

Once more, that urge to hug someone that wasn’t her
sister filled her. Instead, she wrapped her arms around
her waist. It was something she used to do as a child
when the urge settled in her heart. It could not compare
to an actual hug of course, but it was truly better than
nothing.

                    ❝Although, m-may I ask a question?❞