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Go ahead and try. It won't work. No matter what you do, Snow White will have her happy ending. She and Prince Charming will be together. The curse will end. Good will win!
Henry Mills, “The Stranger” (S1.20)
In the end, Emma succeeds.
She waves her magic sword and the skies darken, the distant sound of thunder crashes and the bite of lightning chars the ground before her. The surety of the moment builds like a runaway train and Regina loses all color in her face. Her hands come up and twist in the jerky twitch of the already-dead and she attempts to stop a train with only her hands. But this is the end, Regina must feel it, she must know, because she stops.
She stops.
And Regina’s eyes turn away and they look at Henry who is so, so silent behind Emma and now Emma wants to STOP, but the magic refuses to let her go, its tendrils have Regina now and they’re greedy, capricious things and magic always has a price.
The sword goes ‘round and ‘round and the moment sputters and slows down, and it’s between mother and son (and it’s not her, oh god, what is she doing, what has she done) and there’s madness and hate and jesus fucking christ grief in Regina’s eyes and oh no lovelovelove and regret and then she’s gone and poof, magic, real honest-to-goddamn magic.
Emma wins.
And her feet are rooted, are stuck, are like cement. She can’t turn around.
She can’t turn to look at Henry’s face, to see the look on her little boy’s face as his mom disappears from Storybrooke and his words of childish justice come true. It's a fairytale ending; good triumphs.
And the Evil Queen is dead.
