"They have to… otherwise… I’ll have never been born." Elsa thinks. She starts worrying again that her travel to Storybrooke may have completely screwed everything up. Henry is still looking up at her.
“It’s everything so weird… I’m your big brother!” She chuckles and looks down. It is indeed very weird, she has always been used to a much taller than her Henry.
"You are… but right now…" She puts her hand in his head and smiles at him. “…you’re more like a little brother aren’t you?” She finishes the sentence ruffling his hair, a gesture she remembers sadly, her big brother just loved to do when she was a kid herself.
sailor senshi and the meaning of their entire name
Fleetwood Mac | “Sara”
When you build your house
Then call me home…
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