Look at Emma’s face. She’s trying to play it off like it’s a joke and that she can just charm her way out of it like she normally does and Alex just cuts right through it. Her face falls and she’s hurt. Hurt that he’s not smiling, hurt that he’s not joking around with her and telling her she did a good job. Because he can barely stand to look at her in this moment. The one person she knew she could always count on can’t find room in his heart to forgive her for this. Because his heart is so full with love for her that he can’t stand that she’s become this person because of Frank.
He does not despise real woods because he has read of enchanted woods: the reading makes all real woods a little enchanted. This is a special kind of longing. The boy reading the fairy-tale desires and is happy in the very fact of desiring.