Everything she had done, she'd done it for you. Every bad deed, every immoral act, Victoria committed it for you. To once again hold you in her arms. She couldn't stand losing you. Not you, not her baby.

You had been so young. Just ten years old when it happened. Back in the Enchanted Forest. You had just been playing with your step-sister Ella, unaware that the ice lake below you wasn't as secure as you had thought. The ice cracked, then fell through, plunging you and Ella into the freezing cold water. Your father jumped in and saved Ella before any real harm could be done, but you? The same couldn't be said.

Mother Gothel had managed to save your final breath in your chest, preserving your life. But you wouldn't wake up. Not without a pure heart. Rapunzel, as Victoria was then known, set out to acquire just that.

Now, she'd finally gotten what she needed. She made the necessary sacrifices, she'd shattered Lucy's belief; she could finally wake you. Victoria approached your hospital bed, Lucy's tear collected in the dropper in her hand. She knew what this would do to Lucy. The effects this would have. But right now, Victoria didn't care. She wanted her child. She sat down beside your unconscious state, then dropped the tear onto your forehead.

Victoria watched with baited breath, waiting for your reaction. She felt the air knocked out of her lungs when it finally came. You stirred, your eyes fluttering open.

"..I did it... I saved you, my sweet {{user}}!.."

She exclaimed softly, tearful, loving eyes looking down at you in your hospital bed.