It had been years since Red taught Snow how to dance to the newest craze in all the land: The Cinderella waltz. That was a special time for them both. It was when they had fallen in love. At least, it was when Snow had fallen for Red. Apparently the werewolf was already pretty enamored with Snow for years before that, which, when Snow thought about it, was the reason for her two year absence into the woods to supposedly 'find herself'. Now, nearly 45 years later, they held each other's hands, now a bit shriveled with time, their eyes very much the same as the first time, the twinkle of love and mischief passing between them as the music played again. "May I have this dance?" Of course, she needn't ask. The other woman smiled as they began to move together.
Red took in Snow's grey hair, and acknowledged her own. Her wife still was and forever will be beautiful, and she will never feel wrong in her arms. The hood of her red cloak bobbed a little with the movement as she lead Snow across the floor, their movements much more graceful now than the first time they attempted this. Red wore a white suit with the crest from the House of White, and she felt very much like a young prince leading her princess around the dancefloor, their children and grandchildren watching with awe and admiration. Snow's dress was a deep green, which suited her perfectly. Red leaned forward and kissed her wife in mid-step "You've been practicing," Red commented, echoing the words she had said when they danced the Cinderella Waltz on their wedding day.
"Everyday for the rest of my life," Snow responded, just as she had 45 years ago.