Queen Grimhilde is sitting on her throne, waiting for the hunter to come. Darn, what is taking that
stupid servant so long to go and call him? She just can't wait. Every minute, every second Snow White
is still alive, every breath that bastard step daughter of hers is taking is like a stab in the queen's heart.
To Grimhilde, beauty is be all and end all. She will never let herself forget that it is because of her
good looks that she succeeded in her life. No, she was not born beautiful. On the contrary. She used to
be cross eyed, with terrible acne problems and fat like hell (and she could not lose a pound no matter
how much she starved; her fat was probably a hormonal problem). Alas, all little girls of her age would
mock her. She was trully miserable despite being a person of the nobility and living in immense wealth.
Even her parents' servants would whisper stuff behind her back, she could hear them, even though
they never had the guts to admit it whenever she asked.
But everything changed when, as a young adult, she decided to take up black sorcery. Thanks to the
vast fortune she inherited after her parents conveniently died in a fire that she survived (little will
everybody else ever know that it was Grimhilde who set that fire to get rid of her parents and inherit the
money), she had the luxury to invest enormous amounts of money to consulting magicians and acquiring
potions and spell books. She became one of the most powerful magicians in the land. And, thanks to her
spells, she changed her appearance, she turned herself into the most beautiful woman that the kingdom
had ever seen.
Of course, her beauty could not go unnoticed. The king, whose wife had died of a disease recently, officially
asked for her hand. And so, she became not only queen, but also ruler of the kingdom after the king
conveniently died 'by unspecified causes' soon after the wedding (little will everybody ever know that it was
Grimhilde who eliminated him).
As the omnipotent ruler of the land, she had the last laugh. She used all her underground political and financial
power to get back at those girls who had hurt her during her childhood. No, she did not kill them. That wouldn't
satisfy her in that case. She ruined their lives, she gave them fates worse than death. One of those girls is now
quadriplegic, after a mysterious attack by unknown men in a dark street one night. Another girl is in jail for debts
she claims she never got (well, for some reason, in papers, she hadn't paid taxes for years; guess who changed
the official state documents!) where the other prisoners rape her day and night (Grimhilde makes sure that not
a single day passes without her being raped!). A third girl ended up homeless after all her family died of 'unspecified
causes' and no one will hire her (guess who made sure she will never get a job anywhere!).
Grimhilde knew that she was the most beautiful and she was enjoying every second of it. Thanks to her magic
mirror, she could spy on the discussions among the palace's guards and hear them say how they would 'screw
hard that hot chick if they could'. Not that she will ever give herself to any of those peasants, but just knowing
that they lust her gives her unbelievable pleasure. She would even spy on them masturbating to the thought of
her, then she would masturbate to the thought of them masturbating to the thought of her!
In a few words, Grimhilde's life would be perfect had it not been for that single thorn: Snow White. When she
started hitting puberty and her amazing beauty started becoming obvious, when the queen started hearing the
guards say stuff like 'oh, the things i would do to that loli, she's so much hotter than that bitch step mother of
hers', she lost her inner peace (or what a villain perceives as inner peace anyway). The day her mirror confirmed
that Snow White had surpassed her, she got like 'That does it!'.
Back to the present, the hunter enters the throne room and greets the queen with a respectful bow:
-'What did you ask to see me for, your majesty?'
Grimhilde gives him a pensive look. This hunter, he's so... sentimental. What was she thinking? He will never
carry out the task. He will definitely let her escape.
-'Um... your majesty, did you hear me?' the hunter politely tries to draw her attention.
-'I wanted to ask you to take my step daughter for a walk in the woods. But I decided to do it myself after all.
You can go' the queen answers.
-'As you wish, my queen' the hunter bows again and leaves.
In the woods, Grimhilde is watching her step daughter playing with animals and flowers while singing stupid
songs. Snow White's back is turned. Now or never! She quietly draws the knife and starts tiptoeing towards
the jolly girl. Almost any other person in the world would have not managed to do it. That innocence, that
kindness would have melted many evil hearts. But Grimhilde's rage is so great that has made her immune to
any kind of sentiment. She raises the knife.
As she lowers it with all her strength onto the back of her step daughter's neck, thus eliciting from her a scream
of pain that makes all animals and birds around run away, she remembers all the times of misery she has spent
because of that teenage whore who had the audacity to be more beautiful than her. These memories give her
more adrenaline and strength (at this moment, she might as well have the force of ten men!), and so, she
continues with one forceful stab after the other:
-'Take this... AND THIS... AND THIS... BITCH. FOR ALL THE THINGS YOU HAVE DONE TO ME BY MERELY EXISTING'.
The queen's words are mingled with Snow White's screams of agony. Even after uncountable stabs, even
when the poor teen girl has silenced, even when it is more than certain that she's dead, the queen keeps
stabbing her repeatedly! That is how big her rage and hatred are!
By the time the queen finally stops to take a breath, the knife's blade has curved!
Snow White's death was attributed to the attack of a bear. That's what Grimhilde said and no one dared
doubting the words of the queen, let alone suspecting her out loud!
Right now, the queen is standing in front of her room's window and gazing. Here he comes again! That
boy that had tried to flirt with her step daughter a few days before the latter's death. That prince from the
kingdom nearby comes here almost everyday, gazes at the place he first met his love interest and cries
for hours. This is starting getting annoying. The queen decides to go outside and confront him.
When she reaches close to him, she realizes that she does not know what to say first to draw his attention.
Well, no need, for, next moment, the boy takes his eyes off the well where he first saw the girl of his dreams
and turns around to look at the queen.
-'Why, your majesty?' he sobs. 'Why did that have to happen to her? She was the most sweet, the most
kind hearted person in existence'.
Grimhilde looks dumbfounded for a moment. What is she supposed to answer? When she saw him through
her chamber's window, all she intended to tell him was to fuck off and never return (well, she wouldn't say
that word for word, she has manners thanks to her nobility status, but that would be the meaning). But, now,
she just can't! It's as if all her initial annoyance was blown away!
That handsome boy, his youth, his emotions, his innocent attitude, have a strange effect on the queen. It's
like he reminds her of stuff she lost sight of long, long ago, when she was still a little girl whose soul was
devastated by the peers. The innocence of Snow White never had such an effect on the queen, because her
jealousy dominated anything else in her. But not this time. Grimhilde has competitive feelings only towards
female beauty, not towards male handsomeness.
On impulse, the prince hugs her! The shocked queen slowly raises her hand and gently pats on his back as
he cries in her arms.
-'Life is rough, boy. Get used to it' she tries to console him
After a few moments that felt like eternity, the prince looks at her, with his eyes still in tears:
-'Thanks for your kindness, your majesty'.
-'If you ever feel the need to talk to someone, you can visit me at my castle' Grimhilde says.
The next moment, she can't believe she said that!
-'You're a really nice person, my queen' he bows. 'Now I understand why your step daughter was raised so
well'.
The prince visited the queen several times over the following weeks. They would discuss for hours in her
chamber or at the palace's garden. The prince believed they shared with each other their sorrow for the
death of Snow White (though that wasn't exactly the case, since Grimhilde never felt sorrow for that death).
The queen also felt good during those meetings nonetheless. She can't say she turned a new leaf or that
she regretted her past deeds. She can't say that she is released of the demons from her past. But still,
whenever she was close to him, she would (at least temporarily) forget everything negative, she would feel
once more like the pure hearted girl she once was, a girl that needed no wealth, beauty or power, just
someone to hug her and magically make everything okay.
One night, they went even further than that. No, neither of them had planned this. It just happened by itself.
They were two lost souls that had found each other in this miserable reality, creating their own safe heaven
around them.
Do not get the prince wrong, he would never forget Snow White, he would always love her. But his love for
Grimhilde was something magical in a different way. Snow White was a girl, Grimhilde was a woman (the
terms 'girl' and 'woman' do not necessarily refer to physical age; there are many women out there who are
younger than many girls). In another universe, the universe where Snow White survived and the queen died
instead of the other way around, Snow White needed the prince's guidance when they first consumed their
marriage. But, in this universe, the prince was the one to be guided! His far more experienced lover would
take care of everything during their private moments in bed. And he liked it!
Morning. The naked queen gets off the bed, while the also naked prince is still sleeping. Without bothering
putting on any clothes, she goes to gaze through the window. Now that she is not wearing any make up
and her hair is not covered by that cloth she usually has wrapped on her head during her daily activities,
she is trully gorgeous. Her long black hair, her perfect body, her naturally beautiful face make her look like
a good hearted goddess!
-'When do you think all this is going, Grimhilde?' the prince, who has meanwhile woken up, asks.
The queen shrugs and turns around.
-'I mean, no offense, but you are considerably older than me and it would be weird if we got married' he
continues (don't forget that these are the middle ages and people were much more conservative than
nowadays).
-'Marriage is overrated, kid' the queen laughs. 'Trust me, I have tried it'. (no matter how cruel she is, in
terms of progressiveness, she's way ahead of her era)
-'I want to be with you' a troubled prince talks again. 'But my parents insist that I get married someday
so that I have offsprings and our family's succession to the throne is ensured'.
-'Don't worry so much' the queen laughs again. 'Who knows, maybe your parents become a little more
relaxed in the future'.
-'That would be good, but I don't think they will' the boy sighs.
Later, when the prince has left and the queen has dressed, we see her climbing down the stairs,
heading towards her underground lair. She is going to pay a visit to the boy's parents. She hopes
that just scaring them will be enough to teach them a lesson and she won't have to also take their
lives, though she will do that too if necessary.
Grimhilde enters her lair, rudely greets her crow, opens an ancient tome and starts searching for a
spell suitable to solving her problem.