Regina: I need you to keep a secret. It is vital that you do so. My happiness and my future hinge upon it. Can you promise me you'll keep this a secret?
Young Snow: Disclaimer-- I'm twelve
Huntsman: I'm trying to kill you, and you're writing a letter
Snow: Give this to her, tell her I'm truly sorry, and remind her that I was twelve. Twelve.
Charming: What did you do to the queen to incur so much wrath?
Snow: She blames me for ruining her life. And I did. I was also twelve.
Snow: Why? Why are you doing this?
Regina: Because this is MY happy ending!
Snow: I was twelve. Twelve years old. One-Two. Twelve.