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9
"I want my daughter back."
The Snow Queen was an eerily pale woman with high cheekbones and a striking, angular face as if she had been sculpted from ice. Ash blonde hair fell in waves over the white fur around her shoulders as she stood to approach the odd creature before her.
Her palace was frozen, a monolith carved out of a glacier, but Rumplestiltskin was no longer subject to the weak sensations of mortals, and it didn't bother him in the least.
"Maybe your daughter doesn't want you back," he chirped, knowing full well that the girl didn't. "Did you ever think of that?"
"That's why I called you," the woman snarled. "If it was only a matter of fetching her, I could do that easily enough. But my mother is poisoning her against me. She would run away again. I need her to want to come back."
"Sorry, dearie!" he squealed gleefully. "You can't force somebody to love you. It's. Not. Possible."
"I just need time," she growled. "If I can keep her here long enough, I can make her love me. I just need her to stay."
"Now that... that can be done." He held out his hand, and a silver mirror materialized in his palm in a cloud of purple smoke. "Break this mirror, and she will come back."
The Snow Queen made to touch the glittering object, but Rumplestiltskin pulled it away.
"Ah, ah," he taunted, wagging a finger at her.
Her ice-gray eyes narrowed, hungry and dangerous, never wavering from the mirror in his hand.
"Name your price."
