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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
SHATTERED SIGHT, PT. 1
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AFTER A MOMENT, THE GLASS STOPPED FALLING. Teresa got up as soon as Henry removed his arm, her cheeks a little flustered from their closeness and his urge to protect her and baby Neal.

Teresa stared at Henry as the teenage boy slowly got to his feet with furrowed eyebrows. "Well? How do you feel?" she asked.

"I feel..." Henry's eyes met hers after a moment. "I feel perfectly fine."

Teresa's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "You don't feel anger? This is supposed to bring out your worst side."

Henry shrugged. "I don't feet angry at all, even though I know I should."

"Well, I can honestly say that's a relief. I was worried I would have to tie you up to a chair so you wouldn't try and kill me."

Teresa moved around the furniture and sat herself down onto one of the sofas. She then placed baby Neal beside her and began to check him over. She smiled softly as her friends baby made small noises and went to clutch her finger.

"Neal appears to be fine," she informed him as she allowed the infant to wrap his tiny fist around her finger.

Henry nodded as he made his way over to the sofa across from her. He was then consumed by his thoughts as he tried to figure out why he wasn't feeling very affected by the shattered sight spell.

"Maybe I don't have a reason to feel anger," Henry said after a moment.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean...besides losing my dad I'm perfectly happy with my life. Therefore, I have no reason for this other side of me to be unleashed during this spell."

Teresa pursed her lips. "Makes sense."

"And I have no reason to be angry at you."

Teresa smirked at his confession. "Why Henry Mills, are you saying that you like me?"

Henry blushed and began stumbling for words to say. "I-I — of course I like you." Teresa raised a brow, teasingly. "I m-mean you're nice...a-a-and you're really pretty." His eyes widened at his confession and his embarassment furthered; Teresa's cheeks turned a soft pink. "I meant — I-I like you...as a friend."

"Don't get so nervous, Mills." Teresa smirked, despite being slightly flustered by his confessions. "I don't hate you either."

➳

Emma couldn't stand to hear her parents throw such vile words back and fourth, thus forcing her to remain in her office where their words were only faint.

She sat with her head in her hands until Elsa walked in. She glanced up at the ice-wielder with a sigh. "My parents...that's not who they are."

"They're their worst selves. It's like when Anna put me in that urn. She didn't mean what she said either...I hope."

"I didn't," Anna said as she walked into Emma's office. "That doesn't make any of this less horrible."

The newly reunited sisters pulled each other into a comforting embrace; Anna had been hearing a few heart piercing words from her fiancé and could no longer take them.

When they pulled apart, Elsa kept her hands wrapped around Anna'a. "We have each other it's okay. You're immune. We all are. And we're together."

"It's gonna be all right. Remember, I'm the Saviour."

"Is that like, a real job here?" Anna asked.

Emma couldn't help bit agree. It seemed she was also up against something and only she could save everyone. "Apparently, it is. I promised all these people I'd get them their happy endings. And I will. I'm just not sure how at this moment."

After a moment, Anna's face brightened as a brilliant idea formed in her mind. "I think I might have an idea. Do you know how the Snow Queen got the idea for the curse? It's from a legend called the Trolden Glass."

"Never heard of it," Emma said.

"Its origin isn't important. What matters is how they broke the curse."

"What was done?" Elsa asked.

Anna thought for a moment, her face soon falling as she remembered. "Uh, to break the spell...they had to kill the King. So in this case, that would mean Ingrid."

"I don't believe killing is ever the answer. Are you sure we can't reason with her?" Elsa said.

Emma shook her head. "She's beyond that. We all want another way, but if it comes down to her or the town, I'm gonna do what has to be done."

"Emma," Elsa said in disbelief. "I promised Teresa that I would try and get her mother back for her."

"I know...but sometimes promises are made to be broken." Elsa frowned. "We should get going."

Elsa nodded and turned to her sister, "I'll be back soon."

"Wait," Anna looked at her with pleading eyes. "The Snow Queen is my aunt, too. If this is what has to happen, I wanna be by your side."

"Anna, sorry, but someone has to stay here with everyone else," Emma said.

"Emma's right. Stay with Kristoff."

Anna frowned. "But this was my plan."

"I know it was," Elsa said. Emma moved past them to give them a moment. "You're the smartest person I know, and you're my sister, which means you need to stay safe. Ingrid is a problem that Emma and I have to solve."

Anna sighed and glanced at Emma. "Do you trust Emma?"

"I do," Elsa nodded. "She's my friend."

"Then go."

➳

The streets were so silent that as Elsa and Emma waited for Ingrid to walk out of her ice cream shop, they could hear shouting as people fought.

After a moment, the door opened and Ingrid stepped out in her sparkly white dress. They held their hands up at her and said threatening, "Stop!"

Ingrid did just that.

"This must end, Ingrid."

"Our magic is a part of us now. We control it, and we control it really well."

Ingrid had a soft look on her face as she glanced between them. "I'm so proud of you both. You've finally embraced who you truly are."

With a quick look at each other, Emma and Elsa then thrust their hands forward, but no magic hit Ingrid whatsoever.

"Emma?"

"Again," Emma said. They threw their hands out once more, but still no magic hit Ingrid. They both looked at their ribbons as they began to glow.

"The love that flows through our ribbons is without equal. Its strength protects the life-force that we all now share."

"She's made it impossible for us to hurt her," Elsa realized.

"We gotta get these things off." The both of them began to pull on the ribbons, but it was no use, the ribbons wouldn't come off.

Ingrid smiled at their attempt to remove them and hurt her. "There's no need. Soon, you won't want to hurt me. Soon, you will love me. For real."

➳

Emma pulled open the door to Gold's shop and strode in; Elsa closed the door behind them with a ring of the bell above it.

"Gold? Belle? You in here?" Emma looked around before sighing. They weren't here. She turned to Elsa, "They're gone."

"Then what do we do?" Elsa asked.

"We do it ourselves." Emma moved to the back of the counter and grabbed a knife. She placed it underneath the ribbon and against her wrist.

After using many, many, many things to try and get the ribbon off of her wrist, Emma sighed in defeat. "I give up. It's useless. The magic protecting this ribbon is just too powerful."

"I guess the Snow Queen meant what she said about her love."

"I'm sorry. I was too busy thinking of ways to punch her to retain that."

"She's said," Elsa reached for Emma's hand and pointed at the ribbon. "The love flowing through our ribbons was without equal."

"Maybe without equal, but not without an opposite that's equally strong."

Elsa's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What?"

"If her amplified love put these ribbons on our wrists, then maybe what we need is someone's equally amplified hatred to get them off."

"Emma you're a bit prickly, but you're certainly not hateable."

"Tell that to Regina," Emma said, then furrowed her eyebrows. "I'm prickly?"

"If you let Regina out while she's under the influence of the Snow Queen's curse, she'll kill you," Elsa reminded her.

"She'll try. But right now, it's..." Emma motioned to her ribbon.

"A theory."

"The best chance we have," Emma corrected. "If Storybrooke wants to survive, Regina needs to hate me like she's never hated me before."

➳

"Just for the record, I'm not entirely on board with this plan," Elsa muttered as they walked across the open grass toward Regina's vault.

"Neither am I, but it's the best chance we have at defeating the Snow Queen." When they stopped infront of the vault Emma picked up a rock. "Okay, stand back."

The rock bounced off the vault by a barrier spell Regina placed on the vault. "Containment spell. Okay. Here goes."

Emma moved forward and put her hands out infront of her. She concentrated, yet nothing happened.

"You can do it," Elsa told her, encouragingly.

"Okay." Emma thrust her hands forwsrd once again and this time both the barrier and her palms twinkled with light. "Well, I'm still getting the hang of the controlling the magic thing. But lucky for us, the next part should be easy for me."

"What's that?"

"Be prickly."

Together the magically bound blondes walked into the vault. As soon as they got to the bottom of the stairs, they found Regina clad in her Evil Queen wardrobe.

"Whoa. Little late for Halloween," Emma muttered, eyeing her choice of clothing.

"You."

"How do you walk in that thing?"

"With the poise and composure of a Queen. Perfect timing, Miss Swan." Regina gave her a sickly sweet grin. "I was just reading up on how to turn you into a garden topiary." She then looked at Elsa in confusion. "What's she doing here?"

"I wanted to see your face when you learned the truth," Elsa told her.

"The truth about what?"

"I lied to you, Regina, about Marian. I knew all along. I brought her here on purpose."

"Tell me something I don't know," Regina growled, staring at Emma with menacing glare.

"What you don't know is why. Not only did I wanna break your heart, I wanted to see me and Hook together, see the happiness you could never have, and ruin it again, just like my mother did."

Regina was practially shaking in anger. "I've been waiting a long time for this." She conjured up a fireball and threw it at the two blondes in satisfaction and vengeance.

Before it could hit them, Emma lifted both her and Elsa's wrists and ducked down. The fireball hit their wrists, destroying the ribbons.

Emma let out a relieved breath, for her plan had actually worked. She then remembered the evil Regina before her and thrust her hands out, throwing Regina back into the wall with a grunt.

"Let's go."

➳

"This is boring," Teresa groaned from where she laid upside down on the sofa, her feet crossed in the air. Henry sat at his mother's desk with a sleeping baby Neal resting in his arms, legs propped up on the desk as he leaned back in the chair.

Henry couldn't help but agree, though before he announced it, he decided to tease the sarcastic archer. "Are you saying I'm boring?"

Teresa glanced at his upside down figure with a smirk pulling onto her lips. "Very."

"Thanks for that."

"You're welcome." Teresa threw herseld up into a correct sitting position and stared over at Henry. "What do you do for fun in this town anyway? Or are you always this bored?"

"There's lots of things to do here."

Teresa crossed her legs and placed her elbows on her knees. "Like what?"

"Lots of things. Why don't we play a game if you're so bored?" Henry suggested.

"Yes! God yes, please!"

Henry laughed at her widened eyes. "How about twenty questions?"

"What?"

"It's a game. So first you choose anything from a person, to an animal, to an object. Since you don't know movies, well drop that."

"Alright, how do you play?"

"So first you choose something without the other knowing. Your opponent then as to try and figure out what you chose with only asking a limit of twenty questions."

Teresa shrugged. "Sounds easy enough."

"Ladies first," Henry said, motioing with his head toward her.

"Okay." Teresa thought for a moment before coming up with the obvious choice: an arrow. "Alright, I'm ready."

Henry began with his first question. "Is it a person?"

The doorknob suddenly began to twist; Teresa and Henry's heads snapped over to look at the door as a figure could be seen standing on the other side of it.

"Henry." It was Hook. "I know you're in there, mate. I need you to come with me now."

Henry's entire demeanor changed, causing Teresa to raise a brow and remove baby Neal from his arms.

"There's no way I'm going anywhere with a dirty pirate!" Henry shouted, a glare on his face as he stared at the door.

"So much for not being affected by the curse," Teresa muttered, moving away from Henry with Neal in her arms in case Henry lashed out.

"Dirty?" Hook sounded offended. "I bathe quite frequently, thank you very much."

"I never liked you, and I like you even less now that you and my mom are together."

"Emma used that word?" Teresa could practially hear Hook's smile. "Together"?

"Go!"

"Okay. Henry, I need to bring you somewhere safe. All right." Hook sighed, before they watched him reach into his coat and pull something out.

"Henry," Teresa whispered. "Get the bag." She moved toward the door with baby Neal in her arms as Henry grabbed the diaper bag.

Hook then threw something at the door, making it shimmer a red color. Teresa moved away from the door.

"I'm coming in!" Hook walked in and immediatly hit the floor with a groan of pain as he slipped on the marbles Teresa and Henry placed on the floor as a trap for this very situation.

"Ugh, of course the archer is with you!" Hook groaned.

Teresa smirked down at the pirate before rushing out of the office with baby Neal, Henry following close behind with the diaper bag.

"Henry! I'm just trying to do what's best for you!

They passed Will Scarlet on the way out the door, and as soon as they got outside they found the town in chaos, fights literally in the middle of the street.

"This way!" Henry shouted as he bolted left. Teresa ran after him, being careful of Neal who was still in her arms.