Emma's POV

If I'm totally honest with myself, I'd have to say this was my first Thanksgiving. I never had a real family or a real home until I came to Storybrooke. Now, I guess you could say I was making up for lost time.

I helped my mother make the stuffing, and then I hung out with my boyfriend, my father-in-law, my father-in-law's wife, and Elsa. Now, even though this was my first Thanksgiving, it was also the first for everyone here. And while we were at least all family (except for Hook, but everyone except my dad approves him), Elsa had to spend her first Thanksgiving without her sister. That was pretty harsh. So, it was up to me to make sure she still enjoyed herself.

"So… when do you think we'll get some snow?" I asked. I immediately saw Elsa's eyes go from uncomfortably glancing around the room to focused on the conversation. Mission Make-The-Human-Ice-Maker-Have-Fun was going as planned.

"Maybe you can make some," suggested Henry, glancing at Elsa. "I love the snow. I don't think I'll be able to wait until winter."

"Oh... maybe," Elsa replied. A small smile graced her lips. "My sister loved the snow, too," she told my son. "I'd make it in the ballroom, and we'd roll around it in, playing and building snowmen."

"Awesome! I wish I'd been with you guys; it sounds fun!"

"It was. But..." Her voice trailed off, and she became very interested in the table. I mentally face palmed myself. Wait a go, Emma. Now she's upset again.

"I... I accidentally struck my sister with my powers," continued Elsa. "We were playing one day, and... and I lost control of my magic."

Henry placed his hand over Elsa's. "But that wasn't your fault," he comforted her. "It was an accident. And that was a long time ago, wasn't it? I'm sure Anna's forgiven you by now."

"She has, but... but it was scary. I thought my little sister was dead because of me."

"Hey, don't even think about putting yourself in the sucky siblings contest," I began, putting my hand on her shoulder. "Regina's older sister, Zelena, was the Wicked Witch of the West who tried to go back in time and turn people into flying monkeys. She takes the cake."

"Thank you for bringing that up, Swan," said Regina, voice loaded with sarcasm.

"What happened to her?" asked Elsa.

"Eh, she died," was Regina's response. I actually, physically face palmed this time. I knew what was going to be Elsa's reaction before the words even came out: "'Eh, she died'? What kind of an answer is that?! She was your sister! You didn't feel any pain, or suffering, or guilt?!"

"For the record, she tried to steal my heart, she wanted me gone, and I didn't know her too well to begin with." I had to admit, Regina had a point. But before I could say this out loud, Elsa had stormed out of the room. Henry had attempted to go after her, but I stopped him. "Kid, maybe you should stay out of this one," I advised.

"Don't worry, Mom," my son assured. "I'll be fine."

"It's not you I'm worried about. It's not like I don't trust Elsa, but her powers get unpredictable when she's upset."

"Then the lad will have to have an adult with him," Hook chimed in, standing up. "And preferably not the adult who brought up the bloody Wicked Witch in the first place." He gave me a look, which I gladly returned with a glare. The two guys left the room to follow Elsa, leaving me, my mother, and Regina.

The last of the three looked over at Neal's crib and smiled. "He looks like Henry did when he was a baby," she told Mary Margret.

"Oh! I've been meaning to ask..." I started. "Do you... have any of Henry's baby pictures on you?"

"Swan, do you think I-"

"Well, do you?!"

Sighing, Regina took out her iPhone and pulled up some pictures of my baby son. Looking at them made the guilt of giving him up come back to me. These pictures were the only things that led me to clues about Henry's childhood without me. "Send them to me," I told Regina.

"Oh, now you're being ridiculous," Regina scoffed. Biting my lower lip, I stood up and conjured a ball of light in my hand. Regina glanced at me warily and warned, "You don't want to do this."

"Yeah, actually," I retorted, smirking. "I do." Bring it on!