Emma knew it was crazy, but if Prince Charming was her father, what's to say that it wouldn't work? She knew this was different, but she hoped, that she was like her dad.
She kissed him like Prince Charming once done when Snow White was poisoned by the Evil Queen. She waited, watching with baited breath, for a sign that it worked.
When he took a deep breath in, she couldn't help the small sob, watching as he opened his eyes, as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep.
Maybe she was her father's daughter after all.