In the first of a new series of interviews focusing on the Once Upon A Time fandom, Once Upon A Fan caught up with Ugly Duckling founders Erin and Marie to learn more about their passion for the show and how the Ugly Ducklings came to be.
How did you first hear about Once?
Marie: I first heard about Once Upon a Time through a TV ad that the channel that airs the show in Latin America had on. The same day after I met Jennifer Morrison at the airport in Buenos Aires (Argentina), I looked for the times when they were airing it. I felt the urge to watch her new project and instantly fell in love with OUAT.
Erin: I saw the trailer featuring the song "Rescue Me" by Kerrie Roberts and immediately fell in love with the song and the idea of the show. The time slot was actually horrible for me because I played soccer every Sunday night - but the trailer was so captivating, I had to give the show a shot. Instant adoration.
By Amy Hood - @Amylia403
Many of you reading this are like me. You grew up in a not so perfect home and, to put it nicely, in very difficult circumstances. Some of you reading this may still be in those places and wondering, as I often did as a child, if there was more; if there was “different.” Wondering where was the end of the clouds and the beginning of the rainbows? For many of us, myself included, THIS is where obsession with fairytales, fantasy and adventure began. When we feel powerless and trapped, oftentimes imagination can be the savior of both sanity and soul. When life was at its lowest, it was then that my mind soared and escaped into stories that were so beautiful, so magnificent that they were able to transport me out of a place of darkness and up into the tallest castles. Even if it was only for a bit of time, it gave to me the one thing I needed to survive… Hope.
A very wise person once said that we should all be kind to others, for we do not know what battles they are fighting. Bright and shiny on the outside is often struggling and tarnished on the inside. Even the happiest people may fight a battle every day. Yours may have been or may be different than mine, but if you are fighting, struggling, putting on a brave face, then, like me, you may have escaped into stories. Once Upon a Time struck a chord with me immediately when I began to watch it. Yes, it was a fantastical show filled with fairytales, but more than that, it reminded me of how much stories had always meant to me.
Often I would imagine that a prince would slay a vicious, fire breathing dragon, saving me from the life I was living. I would leap from the bed, covered in imaginary pixie dust and fly far away to a place that was anywhere besides where I was. The power of stories gave us hope. They gave us strength in a time when we felt powerless. We had moments of beauty in darkness. Outside the walls of our house, my sister and I would run, not as ourselves, but as Snow White through an imaginary dark forest. We climbed trees that seemed one thousand feet tall, that may have only been twenty-foot tall saplings, but not in those moments. We flew to the Death Star, saved the day and found a place inside of us to hold bravery, even when we were not allowed to be brave. We took turns being princesses and villains. Each holding our own kind of bravery and power. Even in being defeated as Maleficent or the Evil Queen, I could still be happy to see my sister strong, and she could feel the same for me. Many difficult years passed, but we kept those moments close.
Eventually my sister was sent away to live with her grandparents. We didn’t see much of each other after that. Years passed, and like many others, distance pulls you in many directions. Two years ago I had a chance to vacation with her after many years had gone by. I don’t recall much else, other than the fact that we talked and talked for hours. We remembered things neither of us had thought about for years, and for a moment it seemed like we could scatter the pixie dust and jump from the bed into the air. One thing that we both remembered was the power of the books, the stories and the fantasy tales we had escaped into. We both feel like those worlds were a very real place to us where we would often hide.
A few months ago I found a toy on eBay that I had as a child. It is a simple preschool wind up house in which Snow White rocks back and forth while playing music as the seven dwarfs look on. A ridiculous toy for any adult to want, but I had to have it. In my hands, I laughed when it arrived. I wound it up and recalled how my sister and I had wished we were tiny enough to crawl inside and live there when we were quite little. In many ways and for many people, stories are more than stories. Stories are about hope, about joy, about the belief that one day things will be better. Many people don’t get that chance; they give up when it seems unbearable. But I can tell you, as would my sister if she were here, that the darkness doesn’t last. It is huge and overwhelming at times, but the light of hope that seems so far out does eventually come.
A Fan Theory by Samantha Holbert
Could the Wicked Witch of the West be the child of Young Cora and soon-to-be-King Leopold?
We know from various spoilers that Leo did not want an arranged marriage. My theory is that he met The Miller’s Daughter and perhaps fell in love with her. But Cora, being a peasant, and we, knowing what became of her; obviously it did not work out.
When we met Cora in “The Miller’s Daughter,” Young Eva tripped her, and succeeded in humiliating her in front of royalty. It is also obvious that Cora may want power, but she has nothing but contempt for those above her status.
Then there is the deal with Rumple for her first born child. Cora had no qualms about signing that contract because she had already hidden away her first-born; thus duping Rumple.
So the Wicked Witch is the daughter of Leopold and Cora. This makes her both Snow White and Regina's half-sister!
What made her wicked (and green), remains to be seen.