Henry’s voice is not one she’s heard before. A voice without hope, with grudging defeat. Even now, she knows her son is a believer, always optimistic in the face of darkness. Not this. Perhaps it’s that that truly conveys the severity to her, for she slowly turns, concern finally making its way onto her face. Not just concern that she may be here longer than she would like, but that they’ve trapped her son, here, alone, all this time.

This Regina may be closer to the Evil Queen she was once, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love her son - in fact, it makes that love all the more volatile, quicker to anger when someone dares to hurt him.

“You’ve been here all this time.. without me?” she frowns, eyes studying his face, for a moment, her thirst for revenge held back. But then, the darkness rolls in like a thunderstorm, clouding over her face, and she turns to look back at her reflection with a glare that threatens retribution.