the-mills-prodigy:

reginamills-yourqueen:

Regina smirked devilishly watching as Elizabeth caught her fire ball. She wanted to be proud. But, she could feel this rage surging through her whole body, so she stood her ground and narrowed her eyes. “Clever. But, you’re going to have to do better, dear,” she snickered as a purple cloud surrounded and she appeared directly behind Elizabeth.

“I want to remind you, honey, that I can kill you. And, you should be willing to do the same.”

She could almost anticipate it - the sudden disappearance in front of her and the reappearance behind. Perhaps that was prodigal teaching - perhaps it was inherent. But that always was the debate, wasn’t it? Nature versus nurture.. There was no doubt as to which side Elizabeth embraced. “And who said I’m not?” In a split second, she’d spun to face her mother, lifting both hands and pushing them harshly away: one hand forced her to the wall, the other curled an invisible restraint around her neck, suffocating just enough..

“I am your daughter, after all.” She sneered, nostrils flaring in furor, the hand controlling the tightness around her mother’s neck curling in slowly, eyes defiant.

Regina tensed, gasping for air as Elizabeth’s magic strangled her. But, as she found the strength to pull free, her years of magic coming to her aid, she took a strong stance and shot Elizabeth to the ground. 

“You’re finally learning. Too bad it took you this long,” she taunted, tilting her head and cackling.