A girl was tapping a rhythm on the glass.
"You see, Alice is going to come back. She promised. She doubly promised." She giggled half-heartedly. Her own reflection stared back at her.
"Red will forgive Alice. Alice and White and Red will be friends. Forever and ever, and White can fall asleep again. Forever and ever. Queens together, and forever." The rhythm stopped as she frowned, thinking.
She tapped against the glass. "Come on! You let Alice through, let me through! Let me through! LET WHITE THROUGH!"
She stopped. "Mustn't be ill behaved. Must be a good queen. Then Alice will come back. Because…"
A small smile curved the pale lips upwards. "She doubly, doubly, quadruples promised." The girl had white skin that was ever so slightly flushed from her mini tantrum, but framed by the curly white hair. Leaning her forehead against the glass she resumed talking to herself.
"And Hatter will be happy." She considered this. Hatter was very definitely unhappy. He wanted Alice to come back, certainly.
"But what will Heart think?" She said worriedly to her own pale reflection, patting her cheek. "Heart doesn't like Alice."
Heart didn't like Alice anymore. White knew that. She tipped her head to one side sadly. "But Heart, Alice doubly promised!" Tears started to drip down her face as she mumbled.
Hatter raced towards her. "Oh, my Queen!" He sighed. The mad little Queen tugged at his heartstrings. They were all mad, even Hatter himself, he thought, but the Queen was harmless for the most part.
"It won't let me through." White turned a pale tear streaked face to Hatter.
"Maybe if you don't hit it, it will feel more positively inclined towards you." Hatter reached his long arms out and picked her up. She fell asleep immediately and he turned to the mirror.
His Alice was through there. He could feel it, almost see her curling tawny hair, and those beautiful blue eyes. He knew that the White Queen needed Alice to come back because then the world would make more sense to her. Alice had promised her; ergo Alice needed to come back. It would fulfil the timeline the little Queen had created in her head.
He let out another heavy sigh, patting the pale locks of his Queen. Both of them clung together like driftwood, and if the truth were to be told he cared for her like he might his own child.
"Alice, we need you here. I need you." He spoke to the mirror, turning away when there was no reply.