This is just a short little one-shot for the movie "Mirror, Mirror." I do NOT own the characters or anything else. This is purely for fun. :)
At first I thought I was outmatched, but as our little duel progressed, I began to see that I was as good, if not a small bit better, than my prince. I slashed right and left, twirled out of his sword's reach, and wove in between the trees, not letting Alcott's sword so much as graze my body.
The snow covered trees quieted the whole forest, our clashing swords the only noise. I thrusted with a skilled maneuver and he parried with and equally skilled move. I hear the dwarves muttering.
"Do you think we should help her?"
"Nah, she's doing just fine on her own."
Yes, I am doing just fine on my own. The dwarves have taught me well. I duck behind a tree, just out of the Prince's line of sight. He walks in front of the tree, looking for me.
I smack him on the rump with the flat of my sword, and he jumps forward, holding his stinging behind. I laugh. He spins around and starts chasing me.
Running is one thing in which I am sure my prince cannot best me. I swerve in between the trees, making my own slalom course.
THUMP! I hear Alcott run into a tree, and I turn around, run to him, and grab his sword from him; he is momentarily stunned. I cross both swords in front of his neck, letting the blades just barely graze his skin.
My gauchos swoosh around my legs as the wind catches them. My black hair swishes around my face, flitting over my lips as red as blood and my skin as white as snow. Alcott opens his eyes, and jumps, startled.
"So you've got me, Princess. You won, fair and square. I'll let you tie me up and bring me to those thieving dwarves. Can you possibly just take your swords off my neck just a bit-"
"No! I'm not letting you off the hook that easy." I pushed the blades back more, and the prince scuttled backwards like a crab. Right into a tree trunk. I knelt down, still holding the blades to his neck.
He looked at me, surprise in his eyes. He never thought that he would be beat by a girl.
I came even closer, coming in for the kill, he thought. Instead, I leaned into him and kissed him. Dropping the swords, I reached for his hands and held them pinned against the tree's trunk.
I kissed him again, a deep, full, wonderful kiss. He leaned into me, kissing my face that is white as snow, my lips that are red as blood, my hair that is black as ebony.