[ He knew this would be hard for her, and he reaches out to rub her back in slow circles, trying to comfort her the best he can. ]

Well. You cast the curse again. But this time instead of casting it out of revenge or by using one heart, it was cast to unite all of the realms. Every single one, the Wish Realm, Arendelle, Camelot - all of them. Storybrooke is the heart of it all. And you? You're the queen. Officially.

[ He can't help the pride in his voice, just so damn proud of her for being who she is now; a leader, the person every realm agreed upon to guide them. ]