Once again, Emma 'The Savior' Swan had done less saving and more screwing up. Not only did she very nearly guarantee that she'd never have been born, thanks to her little escapade in the past, she wrecked Regina's chances at True Love because of her actions. She wasn't necessarily sorry for bringing back Maid Marian, but not exactly for the reasons most people suspected. Yeah, murder was wrong and Emma was, like most people, against murder. But unlike the people in Storybrooke, all the literal fairytale characters, Emma knew that sometimes murder was necessary. She hadn't done it, personally, but there were some foster parents whom she wouldn't have minded watching die. No, but the reason Emma wasn't sorry she saved Marian was for an entirely selfish reason. She didn't want to know that her Regina had committed such a terrible crime, no matter the reason, even if she almost basically saw Regina light Snow White on fire. And aside from the look of utter devastation and betrayal on Regina's face, Emma couldn't say she minded that Regina was no longer dating Robin Hood.

Because, you see, Emma hated Robin Hood. She didn't know why, exactly, because Robin seemed like a nice guy and out of all the Disney movies, she really liked Robin Hood and even tried to emulate that crafty fox a time or two. But there was just something about seeing Robin making Regina so happy that didn't sit well. Emma knew in her gut that something was wrong with that picture, and it wasn't Regina being happy because Emma liked seeing Regina happy.

And that's why right this minute, Emma Swan felt like shit. Because she would never see Regina happy again. Because on top of ruining Regina's relationship with Robin by bringing back Marian, Emma had also ruined Regina's relationship with things that weren't completely frozen solid because Emma had brought back fucking Elsa and Regina had taken a shot to the heart.

A shot meant for Emma's heart, no less.

Regina, despite having all the reason in all the worlds to hate Emma, saved her. And now she was frozen.

And in a meat locker, because Emma didn't want her to, like, melt or anything. And even though Gold said Elsa's magical freezing abilities ensured that Regina wouldn't melt, Emma wasn't going to be taking any chances. She wasn't going to lose Regina completely. Not when there was still hope.

And there was still hope, kind of.

Because, and Emma would know better than anyone, being the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming, that True Love could break any curse. And, hell, even Elsa had said, before sending the ice ray, that only an act of True Love would be able to save the person whose heart was frozen.

But Elsa had been aiming for Emma, so that meant, maybe, Regina had another True Love out there. Right? Could a person even have three supposed True Loves? And if Regina had so many, how come Regina wasn't happy?

"Because you fucking froze her to death, you moron," Emma muttered to herself.

Emma was standing outside the glass door of the meat locker, which was magicked up by Emma herself, in Regina's cellar. It was a lot like one of those freezers at the grocery store, the kind you could see through so you could look through all the variations of ice cream or frozen vegetables or TV dinners, except what Emma was looking at was Regina, frozen in her final moment, forever in the position of saving Emma.

Which was ironic, since Emma was the Savior and all.

"Regina," Emma said, "I don't know if you can hear me or whatever and I know it's kind of crazy to be talking to a statue version of you, but, um, I just wanted to let you know that I will track down your True Love to get you back. No matter what it takes, I'll do it."

The mayor didn't respond, of course, but Emma liked to imagine that she retorted with, You couldn't find your own True Love if it was staring you in the face, you idiot, what makes you think that you could find mine when even I couldn't?

"You have no idea what I'm capable of," Emma replied to the imaginary comeback and then she walked away to begin her search.