Disclaimer: I don't own Disney, Snow White, The Mirror or anything else.
It was a dark night and the moon was shining brightly. A dark shape slipped inside a shabby old shed, which lay a couple hundred meters from the castle. Though the outside looked like nobody had been in there for years, the inside was beautiful. There were paintings hanging from the wall and there were six crowns, each resting on their own red cushion. The pedestals they were on were all a beautiful silver.
However the hooded figure barely paused they made their way to the wall opposite of the door they had just come in. On this wall the only thing that hung there was an old mirror. The figure removed their hood, leaving black curls to fall around a face as pale as snow and lips as red as blood. Snow White walked briskly towards the mirror as she let her cloak fall to the ground.
A face appeared in the mirror with a sorrowful expression which quickly turned into an expression of joy at the sight of Snow White.
She smiled back and said, "Hello mirror, it's been a while."
"Oh yes, much too long," agreed the mirror, as he remembered the young, carefree girl that had come running into his room the moment she was married. Her face hadn't changed much; a few wrinkles and creases here and there were the only indication that she had aged, that she had changed from the young, naïve girl she used to be.
Snow White was remembering the same thing as the mirror before letting out a sigh.
"Mirror, I need you to do something for me," she said getting straight to the point.
"Anything," the mirror promised.
She let out another heavy sigh before reciting the burning question she had been harboring for the last couple of years.
"Mirror, Mirror on wall, why am I so unhappy?"
The mirror in turn gave his own sigh.
"I figured this would come up eventually. For me to answer your question, Snow, I must show you bits and pieces of your life. I must warn you that this could prove to be very painful and I don't mean physically. Watching all these images could affect you mentally." He wouldn't tell her but she was his favorite princess partially because he grew up trying to protect Snow from her stepmother and partially because she was the nicest princess he knew.
Snow's expression was grim as she considered the risks and with that she made up her mind.
"I'll do it."
The mirror sighed, "Very well then, I shall start now."
A/N: So this is the beginning of my new story. The rest of the chapters should be longer, so you can look forward to reading that. Thanks for reading, please review.