Snow, Glass, Apples

"She took the dried apple from me and began to chew it with her sharp yellow teeth.
"Is it good?"
She nodded. I had always been scared of the little princess, but at that moment I warmed to her and, with my fingers, gently, I stroked her cheek. She looked at me and smiled - she smiled but rarely - then she sank her teeth into the base of my thumb, the Mound of Venus, and she drew blood"