The more I think about the Evil Queen casting the curse, the less I think she was the architect of its results.
Regina didn’t cost Snow and Charming their daughter. She cost them their privilege.
Snow and Charming cost Emma a secure childhood when they burdened their newborn with the task of restoring it.
Blue cost Snow a chance at motherhood when she lied about the wardrobe’s attributes.
Emma cost herself a chance at motherhood when she doubted the strength of love.
The curse didn’t take the White family’s happiness; it took their privilege, and revealed the weaknesses that privilege hid. Without their castles and soldiers and servants, they were so much less than most.
But Regina, in that moment, was glorious. She was Boudicca defying Rome in her chariot. She was Elizabeth defying mighty Spain. She was like Hathor making men quake.
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