[prologue]

Once upon a time in the middle of winter, when the flakes of snow were falling like feathers from the sky, a queen sat at a window sewing, and the frame of the window was made of black ebony. And whilst she was sewing and looking out of the window at the snow, she pricked her finger with the needle, and three drops of blood fell upon the snow. And the red looked pretty upon the white snow, and she thought to herself, would that I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the wood of the window-frame.

Soon after that she had a little daughter, who was as white as snow, and as red as blood, and her hair was as black as ebony, and she was therefore called little snow-white. And when the child was born, the queen died.


"You have to be a good girl because Mummy can see you from up in the skies".

My mother died giving birth to me.

My grandparents used to tell me it was because Mother was called back to Heaven and although she is not here now, her spirit will watch me high above in the clouds of Heaven, so I must be a good girl and make Mother proud.

Although I stay in the same house as Father, I hardly see him, since he was hardly around. I would not even have been able to recall his face if not for the pictures decorating the house. At first I believed what grandpa and grandma told me, that Father was busy with work and could not find time to meet me.

But now I know that it is because Father hates me. He hates me because I was the one that killed Mother, the one responsible for her death. If I had not been born, Mother would still have been alive. Then the one he loved would not have died. He avoids me because according to my grandparents I look similar to Mother. Except for the brown hair I inherited from my father, the brown colour of my eyes, my fair skin and the waviness of my hair all came from Mother, me being almost an exact replica of Mother. He must not be able to stand the fact that this monster of a child that stole his precious wife could look so strikingly similar.

I know he hates me because if he truly loved me, then he would always have been able to find time for me. He would have photos of me lining the walls of the house, instead of rows and rows of photos showing Mother or Mother and Father together, smilingly unknowingly at the unfortunate fate that would be cast upon them, framed in various expensive looking frames. I know he hates me because out of all the photos in the house, there is only one of mine. A picture of me in a photo frame shaped out of cheap clay that could be placed in a pocket, so insignificant compared to those of Mother.


[a/n] it isn't going to follow the exact tale of Snow White (because I don't think I can do that...) anyways hope you do like this (please say if you do/don't. so I can improve myself. Aka PLEASE REVIEW!- I can't believe that I have resorted to begging) because there are so little fairy tale of SA and yeah (I am currently obsessed with fairy tales - because apparently they are not as innocent as you think. I am kind of sorry for ruining anyone's impression of fairy tales though)

Disclaimer: I do not own SA nor the story Snow White -I am using Grimm version of it though [the words in italics]… (because it is so much more the grimmer. [no pun intended])