Technically we're sisters.

Author's Note. I do Not own Descendants, it is the Intellectual Property of Disney. And It is Awesome!

On parent's day Evie was a little bit put out. Her own mother barely got to talk to her, as it was mostly Mal and Carlos's respective moms who got to talk. Evie wouldn't even really know what to say to her mother anyway. "Hi mom, I know you raised me to find a prince. But this half dwarf is so sweet to me, and he's smart, and it turns out I'm smart too. Turns out I'm really good at memorizing science stuff and solving math problems, and now that I have access to better fabric I think my sewing has gotten even better." Yeah… All Mommy would hear is "I gave up finding a handsome prince, I'm dating the offspring of one of the dwarfs that actually killed you years ago, and I've been spending my time reading and sewing instead of climbing the social ladder or finding a more suitable mate." Ugh!

Evie was annoyed! Nobody at Auradon prep knew what it would be like to be raised by someone like her mother. It seemed that the entirety of the student body came from stable family structures where expectations were high but reasonable and where there was constant love and encouragement. Nobody had any experience dealing with a mother like Grimhilde…except. OMG! Evie decided it was time to talk to a relative.

The campus was abuzz as the parents of the students flouted around doting on their offspring, complimenting their friends, and doing a constant game of one-upmanship on who could be the nicest and sweetest. Evie knew she didn't really belong, still there was someone there who she had to talk to. Doug invited her to meet Dopey but Evie politely blew him off afraid of his father and six uncles disapproving of her. it was a bad excuse Evie considering who Evie was seeking out, but it was the best she could rationalize in her head.

Evie scanned the courtyard. Lonnie was showing off her long light hair to her mom. Chad was acting out his dominant tourney games in front of his parents. Ben was introducing his parents to Mal. But it was a pale (but not sallow, it was a beautiful ivory pale) ebony haired mother in a yellow dress sitting with her equally colored son and daughter that caught her attention. The daughter was a good bit younger than Evie, too young to attend school, while the son who she knew as Frankie was Evie's age. Frankie was handsome despite his pallor and a prince, so Evie should have tried to have more interaction with him, but for obvious reasons the two tried to avoid each other. Evie took a deep breath and walked towards the loving mother; Snow White.

"Um excuse me. Mrs. White?" Evie asked as she interrupted.

Snow White turned around "Hello there sweetie. How can I… *gasp* help you?" Evie knew Snow White recognized her instantly, but was feigning ignorance. "Have we met?"

Evie flashed the smile that her mother had polished and bleached to perfection all her life. "No Ma'am. I'm Evie. My mother is Queen Grimhilde." Evie paused. What she was about to say sounded much more pathetic in her mind now than it did it when she thought it up, "I think technically that means I'm your step sister."

"Please to meet you." Snow White said as turned towards her offspring. "Why don't you all go say hello to the dwarves." She turned back to Evie. "Pull up a seat Evie. I've been wondering when I'd get the chance to talk to you."

Evie sat down across her 'step sister'. Did she really need to introduce herself like THAT? Oh boy. "I've been wondering that myself. "

Snow white straightened herself in her chair. "How is your mother?"

Evie replied. "She's doing alright. She's put on some weight, and talks to herself since the mirror won't work. But she's alive and safe."

"Still obsessed with her looks?" Snow White asked. It would be a rude and intrusive question if they were talking about anyone else.

Evie rolled her eyes. "Actually she's focused on MY looks. I learned how to coordinate make up tones before I learned the alphabet. I was Little Miss, and miss teen Isle of the Lost five times in total."

"You are pretty though" Snow white retorted. "I'm actually glad she wants you to be beautiful."

Evie was a bit started by that revelation. "Why?"

"It means she wants you to live and attract a boy. When she was raising me she was scared I'd be prettier than her once I grew up. She got so caught up in that. At least she see's you as an heir instead of a rival."

Quickly Evie cut her off "Yeah I know the story. Mommy told me it so many times."

Snow white nodded gently. "Did she ever mention the part where I really respected her? Did she know how sad I was when she died?"

WHAT! Evie's brain practically exploded. Snow White was sad that the Evil Queen died? Snow White respected her? Evie struggled to sound nonchalant "No that never really came up."

Snow white released a gentle smile. "Grimhilde was a brilliant woman. I never met someone who loved to read so much until I met Belle. After my father died she ran the kingdom, and while the courtiers feared her personally, the nation's GPD and quality of life were high and the crime rate was low. Nobody mentions that."

Confusion racked its way around Evie's brain, "Mom never really talked about that." She said in a voice somewhere between a yelp and wimper.

"It's a shame she never took pride in being a good monarch. She was so obsessed with her beauty that she never realized all the other wonderful things about herself. Also she was a good monarch but not a very popular one; Taxes were high, government funds went towards infrastructure instead of whatever pet projects were popular at the time, she never made public appearances, and then there was the whole black magic thing." Snow White regained her train of thought when she saw Evie was suffering from data overload, still reeling from someone actually having something nice to say about her mother. "But I know that even if she was a decent queen she wasn't a great mother. I'm sorry that you probably didn't have the luck of a nursemaid or governess to give you the affection and guidance that she wouldn't." Evie wondered if her issues with her mother were really that transparent for that awkward transition to be justified.

Evie thought for a moment. "Not much affection, but way too much guidance. With no magic to study or kingdoms to run, it all became about living through me, my beauty and maybe someday me marrying up and off the island. All she wanted was for me to be a good little princess, and to someday be a good wife to whatever prince will save me."

"Be a good wife?" Snow white was shocked. "When did she start telling you about that?"

"When I was really little. If I wasn't living to please her, I was living to learn how to please my future husband. I learned how to cook, clean, sew, and way more about child care than I should have as a kid myself."

"I'm sorry you had to deal with that kind of expectation." Snow White nodded. "Maybe she was trying to raise you to be what she knew she never was."

Evie already had guessed as much. "She wasn't a good wife to your father?" Evie asked.

"Actually I remember she and my father were very happy until he passed. He was a little turned off by how ruthless she was, but it did help the kingdom." Snow white read Evie's face. "Was she to your father?" Evie shook her head. Snow asked "Who was your father?"

"Honestly I don't know." Evie then leaned closely so nobody could overhear "Personally I think my dad is Hades."

Snow white hissed, "Hades?"

"Think about it." Evie smiled a little bit and twirled her blue hair.

"Oh." Snow white answered. "I guess that makes you princess of the underworld?"

Evie shook her head. The first thing Evie did after discovering the Auradon library was try to prove Audrey wrong. It backfired "No. No matter what my mother claims, I'm not really a princess. I checked. Grimhilde's reign is not recognized as legitimate; instead she was acting as Regent in your stead. So technically she was never really ruler, and thus her line has no weight or titles."

Snow white nodded. "When my husband and I had her reign expunged, we didn't know that she'd come back from the dead. Or have any children. We were trying to make sure none of her cousins nieces of nephews would say they had a claim to my throne." Evie remembered that her mother came from low ranking nobility, and had family in Auradon who wielded a small amount of political power, probably disenfranchised by Snow White's family after Grimhilde's death. "But I'm going to talk to Parliament about you."

"Why?" Evie's eyes burst to a size she never thought she could achieve. "I mean. Being a princess would be really cool, But I'm not legitimate."

"Technically not through your mother. But you're my step-sister. And despite what Cinderella may think, I thing step-siblings are part of a family. Therefore your part my family, and therefore royal." Snow White sounding wise and politically savvy was a bit jarring with her high pitched cutesy voice.

Evie wasn't going to say anything to jeopardize this offer. "Thank you!" Evie exclaimed. "Thank you So much."

Snow White leaned in close. "Don't say anything about it until you hear back from me. I can't promise they'll allow you a title. And even if they do you'll have no claim to my son's throne. " Evie wouldn't allow herself to look disappointed. "Still. Know that your sister is looking out for you." Snow White reached in for a hug.

Evie glomped onto Snow White. "Thank you So much!" Evie shed a few tears.

Mal's voice rang "Hey Evie. Ben's family is starting a croquett game. Come on." Evie unhitched from Snow White. "I got to go. But it was nice meeting you."

"Take care of yourself Evie." Snow White said as Evie began to walk away. "Oh and Evie…"

"Yeah?" The blue haired girl replied.

"Next time you see your mother. Tell her I forgive her." the words filled with an amazing amount of sincerity.

Evie smiled. "I promise I will. Good by Snow." Evie waved her fingers.

"Goodbye. Sis."