Hi everyone! I thought I'd write for a ship I've been really wanting to write about, Snow Queen! This will be following Snow when Regina marries her father. It'll be a slow burning fanfic, but I'm excited to write this for me. Reviews/prompts help me a lot! As always, I hope you enjoy.

Trigger warning: Sexual abuse and a bit of violence.

Disclaimer: to make this fic make more sense, Snow was eleven when Regina saved her, at sixteen. This is two years after her and Leopold's wedding.

Snow sat on the window seat in the library. She held a thick book in her hands, but was gazing out of the window at the beautiful calmness rain brought with it.

Regina came inside and looked for Snow, bringing in a tray of pancakes.

"How long have you been here?" She asked while pulling back the satin curtains separating the window from the rest of the library.

"About an hour," she muttered, still watching the heavy raindrops slide down the glass.

"Mind if I join you? I have spare time today." Snow nodded bashfully, pulling her legs to her chest, as Regina picked out a book from one of the many towering bookshelves. She sat at Snow's feet and opened the book.

"What are you reading, or were, reading?" She asked passively. Without looking from the window, Snow said,

"Just a book of poems daddy has told me to read." Regina nodded and flipped her page.

Snow sat back and watched the rain continue to fall from the darkened sky, wondering what else out in the world she could find.

She hadn't been able to travel with her father, so she spent her time with Johanna and Regina in the castle. She would get the latter to braid her hair, read to her, and occupy her time. Everyone could agree that Regina was slowly replacing Johanna as her favourite person to spend time with around the castle, but some days, Regina was not accommodating.

Regina felt flustered with Snow at times, unable to forgive her for dragging her into this broken marriage with Leopold.

But yet, she couldn't keep away from her. Sometimes the anger at Snow would course through her veins as if it were a part of herself, and other times, she enjoyed her presence and the child-like innocence that followed her.

"I was going to go riding today when the rain started," Snow murmured absentmindedly, tearing Regina off of her train of thought.

"Oh, yeah?" Regina said. Snow nodded, "We can do some baking instead. I'm sure the cook won't mind if we clean up." Snow beamed and dragged the older woman through the halls and to the kitchen.

Snow immediately began pulling out bowls and spoons, while Regina talked to the cooked, the only person on the castle staff who she had befriended since arriving. He nodded his head and Snow began rummaging through cupboards and pulling out flour.

"How about I teach you a recipe. I asked the chef for his cookie recipe. Trust me, they're delicious." Snow nodded and looked to her for guidance.

Regina looked through books and pages on a shelf until she stumbled upon the recipe neatly printed on a worn piece of paper with flour stains on it. She brings it over and Snow jumps excitedly.

"Johanna's never let me make cookies before," Snow mumbled.

"Cookies are the best. They're my favourite dessert." Snow's eyes glimmer as she adds ingredients listed on the recipe.

Once they're in the oven, Regina and Snow watched them bake, despite the poor lighting.

Once they were out of the oven and smelling like heaven, Regina and Snow took a bite at the same time, when they both moaned at the sweetness filling their tastebuds.

"This is amazing," Snow gasped. Regina nodded, "and I love the coconut!"

Once they cleaned up the kitchen and thanked the cook, they went back to the library before supper, taking their places on the window seat and eating their plate of cookies in silence.

"Do you know when daddy's coming back?" Snow asked.

"I think he comes back late into the night or early tomorrow morning." She meekly nodded and reabsorbed herself into the contents of each page. Regina closed her book sharply, finishing yet another volume; she's read more books in this library then she had in her entire life. She watched Snow as she took the last cookie from the plate.

"Want the last cookie?" Regina asked. Snow took it and split it.

"You can have this half." Regina took the half and ate it speedily.

A maid came running in, she was quite short and had lengthy hazelnut hair.

"Supper is ready," she whispered and scurried away. Regina knew she wouldn't last long. The quiet ones never do. Come to think of it, they've had replacements come and go often. Snow was very particular about the people working around the castle. Regina helped Snow off the windowsill and led her to the dining hall.

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After getting into bed, Snow found herself kept awake. She stared at the roof, until she got up.

She slunk into the hallway and made her way to the Queen's chambers, where Regina was brushing her own hair.

"Regina, I can't sleep," she whispered. Regina turned around and motioned for her to come to the bed. She lay down underneath the mountains of covers, where Regina stroked her hair soothingly. Not long after, Snow fell asleep.

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Snow awoke to the sounds of her father yelling at someone. She looked on the other side of the bed to find Regina missing.

As soon as it registered in her mind that she was missing, she came out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel to hide her. She swiftly grabbed the clothes laid out for her and retreated back to the bathroom to change.

Snow disregarded her and turned to her father, still shouting loudly. She trudged sleepily into the hall to find him yelling at a stranger.

"Daddy?" She said, confusion prominent on her face. His face softened.

"Hello, my darling, how has your week been?"

"It was really fun! I made cookies with Regina." He scowled slightly and told her to run along.

Regina came out of the bathroom and dried her hair when Leopold stood in her doorway.

"Don't ever let my daughter cook in the kitchen again." He scolded. She looked up at him.

"Yes, your majesty." She sighed, not wanting to fight it. He nodded and left her room quickly.

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Later that afternoon, she convinced a reluctant Regina to take her riding around the courtyard and the fields near the castle.

Snow watched as Regina saddled up her horse, Daisy, then saddle her own. She could tell Regina wasn't in a good mood; she was never in a good mood when her father was around, for the oddest of reasons.

Snow knew her father was harsh when he needed to be, but thought he was a kind man. He was usually polite, trustworthy, and honest when she was around. For some reason, she didn't see it. Maybe he was rude around her?

The ride was silent, except for the wind blowing past them and the squishing of the horse's hooves in mud. Once Snow was growing tired, she led the horse up a hill to watch the sunset. Regina was about to leave her when she noticed Snow was not with her. She turned around and went back to the hill she was sitting atop, gazing at the horizon.

"Snow, we need to go back, I'm sure they're looking for us."

"Just one more minute."

"No. We're leaving now," Regina answered coldly. Snow turned her horse around and left for the castle, leaving the setting sun behind them.

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Snow tossed and turned once more during the night. Finally giving up on trying to sleep, she padded to Refina's room, but stopping dead in her tracks at the sounds coming from the other side.

She heard her father exclaiming loudly, a very undignified sound she could not place. She couldn't hear Regina and began to worry.

Slowly, she opened the door to allow her eyes to peek in through a crack. They must not have heard it over her father. She averted her eyes to her butt-naked father and to Regina, who's body was barely visible.

She couldn't avert her eyes in time to see Leopold thrust in and out of Regina, though. He held her wrists above her head and glided in and out. Regina was struggling under him and she could see purple and blue marks on her legs and thighs, the most prominent, a hand print.

She could just barely see her face, which was in pain. It's each thrust, her faced flickered in pain. The marriage bed is supposed to be enjoyable, so why isn't Regina enjoying it? She thought to herself.

A small smack came from the bed, but Snow couldn't see. Quickly, she turned away and shut the door silently. She ran to her room and drifted in and out of restless sleep.

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When Snow awoke, she unwillingly made her way to the dining hall. Regina was just coming in when she finished. When Regina first laid eyes on her face, she saw a hint of fear on her. She slowly sat herself in the chair across from her. She was very clearly in pain, and trying to hide her arms in the sleeves in her gown. Every movement her arm made in trying to eat, she winced and eventually shifted to her left arm, where pain was less notable.

Snow watched her with conscious eyes. Her father was better than that, he must not have seen her in pain. Even so, she didn't deserve the pain.

Snow could admit she knew next to nothing about the marriage bed, other than the gossip the maids share when they think she isn't listening.

Regina silently got up from the table, and she followed her. Regina limped back to her room and sat down, only noticing her when she felt the weight shift just barely under her.

"Snow, you shouldn't be in here," she told her. Snow nodded.

"You looked like you could use some company," She stated, and settled between Regina's legs, but noticing her wince, she moved out to sit beside her.