...The mirror was broken.
She could bet it was. Emerald eyes were piercing through the looking glass and what she saw was... broken. That wasn't her image there... That wasn't her face... not her hair... not her eyes neither. Too much sadness was read on that face. She wasn't sad, she never was. Why should she be?
It should be broken, it should be the reason to show things never happened. Alice was right.
The mirror was broken.