A/N- This is the final installment in this fic. I hope all of you have enjoyed the ride...and the premier of the new season tonight. In spite of the hooded man with a bow that can never miss and a dashing pirate with a hook instead of a hand, I will continue to SwanQueen.

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"So...before he knew you, Sydney was the Troll's genie?" Henry said incredulously as his mothers filled him in on the story the convalescing man had spun for them.

"One in the same." The blonde took a pull on her beer.

"And he killed the Purple Fairy?"

"Well, it seemed that the Purple Fairy, much like her sister, had a penchant for getting blasted by her own blocked spells. Foolish moth; challenging a genie." Regina scoffed. "At any rate, Sydney came into the possession of the wand and hid it effectively for quite sometime. In fact, even the Troll never knew of its existence."

"Right and when the Troll had used all his wishes, he chucked him away because he didn't want anyone using the genie's power against him." Emma plugged.

"Makes sense." Henry shrugged diplomatically.

"Right." The blonde gave the boy a searching look. "So anyway, while he was there, Sydney was kept on the Troll's belt or in his chambers; Elsa never saw him."

"But he knew of her. He was jealous of the freedom she had to move about the castle and to practice and foster her magic. He was a genie and only allowed to use his magic to do the bidding of others."

"Jealousy." Henry repeated nodding. "The motivation for most crimes."

"That and vengeance." Emma added, cutting her eyes to Regina.

"So what will happen to him?"

"There will be a trial."

The boy nodded again and then looked at his mothers. "This was cool. Figuring out the mystery and all."

"Cool?" Emma laughed. "Tell that to Elsa."

"Ok, the fact that she was cursed stinks, but other than that...it was a Storybrook adventure."

"I think I've reached my lifetime quota of adventures." Emma said putting an arm around the boy.

"I quite agree." Regina concurred with a twinkle in her eyes that spoke otherwise.

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Emma followed the brunette into her study. "Well, Watson, we solved the mystery."

"Watson? I think you would be Watson. "

"No way!" Emma flopped down in the chair. "I'm taller."

"If your best argument is based on a height difference, you need to reconsider this debate." Regina laughed.

Emma grinned at her. "But we did it."

"We always have before."

They were quiet a moment. "I wonder how Elsa and Alice worked it out…" The blonde smiled slyly and glanced at the Fairy Box where she knew the magic mirror was. "Sure wish we had some way to see…"

Regina rolled her eyes. "Alright, but if they don't answer, we don't push it."

Before she could finish the sentence, the blonde was across the room and trying to pry the lid open. "Damn! Open the box, please!"

"No need to beg." The brunette said with a sultry voice as she strode over and lifted the lid to draw out the mirror. "Show me Alice." She commanded.

The glass fogged and then the scene began to materialize. Both women squinted. "It's dark." Emma murmured and cocked her head to one side. "And the mirror is..tilted."

They both strained forward as their eyes adjusted to the darkness and two shapes were visible as they moved in the moonlight. Regina said, "There they are…"

But before either woman could make a move to call to their friends, a low breathless moan met their ears. "Listen." Emma cautioned.

Another moan cut the air and both women gaped as they realized what they were seeing. Elsa was bent over the bed and Alice was kneeling behind her; pillaging her folds wither her mouth and tongue. The Snow Queen reached out and twisted her hands in the sheets as Alice placed one hand on either cheek and spread the woman further to plunder her totally.

Emma was the first to snap out of it. She waved a hand over the mirror and it went dark. All she could see was Regina's stricken face reflected in the glass. "Umm….oops." The blonde said and set the mirror aside.

"That was...unexpected." The brunette said and then smiled wickedly. "But good to know."

"Yeah, go Alice." Emma smirked.

"She seemed to be doing a fine job." Regina laughed. "Although, you would think she would have turned the mirror over."

"You would think." The blonde agreed. "I mean, that's a compromising position to be discovered in."

"True." The brunette looked at the blonde. "Well, my love," Green eyes met hers. "back to our boring lives in Storybrook."

Emma laughed. "Life with you could never be boring; you're always looking for some person or another to destroy."

"That I am." Regina agreed with a smirk. "It will make for an incredible autobiography." She winked and Emma rolled her eyes as they exited the study, hand in hand, to join their son in the living room.