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The queen sat atop her throne, her mirror in front of her. "Magic mirror on the wall, who now is the fairest one of all?"
"Over seven jeweled hills, beyond the seventh fall, in the cottage of the seven dwarves, dwells Snow White and Y/n, fairest of them all."
"Snow and Y/n lay dead. The huntsman has brought me proof. Behold!" She opened the small box. "Their hearts."
"Snow and Y/n still lives the fairest in the land. 'Tis the hearts of two pigs you hold in your hand."
Her face crumpled into anger. "The heart of two PIGS?!" She slammed it shut. "Then I've been tricked!"
Angrily, she stomped down to get cellar. "The heart of two pigs! The blundering fool! I'll go myself to the dwarf's cottage in a disguise so complete, no one will ever suspect." She opened a very old book and flipped through the pages, nodding to herself. "Now, a formula to transform my beauty into ugliness; change my queenly raiment to a peddler's cloak."
She took the ingredients and began to put them into her cauldron. "Mummy dust, to make me old. To shroud my clothes, the black of night. To agree my voice, an old hag's cackle. To whiten my hair, a scream of fright. A blast of wind...to fan my hate! A thunderbolt! To mix it well. Now...begin thy magic spell!"
She poured some into a cup and drank. Instantly, she dropped it, shattering the glass, her hands around her throat as she began to choke. The room seemed to be spinning, making her sick.
"Look! My hands!" They had begun to wrinkle and become knobby at the knuckles.
"My voice...my voice!" It became raspy and completely unrecognizable.
"A perfect disguise!" Her eyes had turned a brighter green and her nose long, a dark cloak wrapped around her, hair long, grey, and messy.
She cackled crazily, flipping through the book again. "And now, a special sort of death for one so fair. Screw Y/n, all I need is Snow's corpse and the princess can go back to her stupid kingdom or die of heartbreak. Now, what shall it be? Ah!" She pointed at the best looking spell. "A poisoned apple! Sleeping death. One taste of the poisoned apple and the victim's eyes will close forever in the sleeping death..."
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Night had fallen upon the small cottage. Since all of the chores were done, everyone decided to have a little fun with some music and dancing. The two royals sat, smiling and clapping along, while the men played a variety of instruments.
