Well, this is just a random one-shot I wrote and it doesn't exactly make sense so...
Disclaimer: I don't own Snow White
I was shattered, but no one knew. Especially not her. She was so concerned with how she looked reflected in me that she didn't even stop to think about what I looked like. The child did.
She came to me once, entering the huge chamber to run her tiny white fingers over the cracks in the glass. She understood, and I knew from that one encounter that she was the fairest of them all.
You can see things from many angles in a broken glass. Sometimes you have to just choose the best one and smile in it, like the child did.
She didn't. She was so afraid of not being young anymore, not being beautiful. It became her obsession, her only reason for life. Maybe it was the fear that made her decide to take her stepdaughter's life. She had to have seen it, reflecting back at her every time she looked into me. Maybe she thought of it as just one more blemish, just one more thing stopping her from being beautiful.
If she'd looked at me from a different angle, if she'd looked at me at all, she'd have seen that her vanity was cracked. She was beautiful, if she'd only believe it. But no matter how many times I'd tell her, she'd have to ask again. She just couldn't believe it. So finally I changed my answer.
Her stepdaughter was the fair one, the one who wasn't afraid to laugh at herself, to think that she wasn't the most beautiful, but that was alright. She was the one who could step back and see that she was seeing her reflection from a more shattered glass and she'd find one that was less so.
If only someone could have shown her.