Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (A Twist on the Classic Fairy Tale) [ON HOLD]

Prologue

Once upon a time, the wind was lightly blowing as delicate little snowflakes fluttered down from the heavens, landing on the Queen's window, which had a frame of black ebony wood. The Queen, whom was knitting a sweater beside the window, pricked her finger from the sewing needle. She gasped as three droplets of crimson blood splattered onto the snow covered porch.

The Queen stared at the droplets, marveling at how beautiful the crimson red looked against the pure white of the snow. In fact, it looked so beautiful that the Queen thought to herself, If only I had a child whose lips were red as blood, hair black as this ebony frame, and skin white as snow.

Yes, the Queen's wish was granted, but sadly, she only had one look of her gorgeous baby girl before she passed, whispering softly, so softly that only the tiny princess could hear, "I love you, my beautiful Snow White."

A year later, the King remarried. Little Snow White's new step-mother was beautiful, so very beautiful, but this was perhaps her only positive quality. She was otherwise arrogant, selfish, and vain. She was so vain that she had a magic mirror, in which she asked very frequently to it,

"Mirror Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?"

Fiery flames burst into view and a moving, masklike face appeared on the mirror, which replied in a low, booming voice,

"You, my queen, are the fairest of all."

The evil queen knew the mirror only told the truth, so she was always satifsfied with it's same reply.

She had her doubts that Snow White would become fairer than her, so she dressed the little princess in rags and forced her to work as a scullery maid. The King could do nothing to stop his wife, for she had killed him after they married.

As each year passed, Snow White became more beautiful. At just the age of seven, it was with no doubt that she was even more beautiful than the queen.

The evil queen noticed that her step-daughter's beauty was surpassing her own, so for reassurance, she asked her mirror, "Mirror Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?"

And the mirror replied,

"You, my queen are the fair, that is true."

The evil queen smirked.

The mirror continued, "But behold, a lovely maid I see. Rags cannot hide her gentle grace. Alas, she is more fair than thee."

"Well, who is she?!"

"Lips red as blood. Hair black as ebony. Skin white as snow."

At this, the woman's smile dropped, her lips turned into a downward scowl, her brows furrowed in an unpleasant appeal, and her green eyes grew dark as they narrowed into angry slits.

"Snow White," she snarled.

The mirror let out a throaty chuckle at the queen's envious appearance.

"You," the evil queen hissed, pointing at the mirror, her finger shaking. "Y-You... I am the fairest! Not that little brat!" she spat, her sides heaving.

The mirrow sighed heavily. "She may grow to be unsightly, and you may grow to be fairer. In that time, you must not ask me whom is the fairest. But when that time is up, seven years to be precise, you may ask me once again."

Snow White's step-mother just glared coldly at the mirror.

The mirror turned his floating face away and rolled his eyes, then turned back to the queen with a forced smile.

"I can't promise that you will be the fairest in seven years from now. But it is very possible. Maybe you asking me all the time is making Snow White more beautiful."

The queen pondered on the mirror's words for a moment. Finally, she mumbled a haughty "Fine." Then, with a huff, she proceeded out of the room, probably to glower with envy at the little girl for another seven years.

The mirror wished it had picked longer.