the woods are lovely, dark and deep (but I have promises to keep)

Emma takes in a deep breath. “Are you even…are you real, or a hallucination? Am I dead? Is this heaven? It’s so cold.”

“Do you really think I’d be in heaven, Miss Swan?” Regina says dryly.

Emma cracks open one eye. “A cold day in hell, then,” she says, sliding her hands into her sleeves. “Especially if it means us working together to survive this.” Regina shivers in acknowledgement, feeling the rush begin to fade and the cold seeping into her bones.