"Willard, be careful!" Harmonia cried as she followed him into the grave. "You'll hurt youself!"
"Zuzu?" Willard whispered as he pulled the coffin open. Tears filled his eyes when he saw her. Zelda lay there still and deathly pale. She was dressed in a demure black dress that made the white of her skin seem even worse. Willard reached out with a trembling hand and touched her face. She was so cold. It wasn't fair. How could she be gone after all?
"Willard, it's alright. Here. Feel," Harmonia said in a soothing voice as she took her grandson's hand and placed it on Zelda's chest. He started to pull away. Somehow it didn't seem right for him to touch her in that way, but suddenly he felt her chest tremble under his fingers.
"Zuzu?" he whispered as tears of relief started to roll down his cheeks as he gathered Zelda into his arms and held her closely against him. She was so cold! "Granny, we have to get her home!"
"Right," Harmonia said as she pointed at the shovels and they started to begin refilling the grave as she pointed Willard, Zelda and herself back home.
"Zuzu? Please wake up," Willard whispered as he laid Zelda down on the couch. "She's so cold!"
"Here. These should help," Harmonia said as she pointed up a pile of magically heated blankets and started to cover Zelda with them. "Willard, kiss her."
"Kiss her?" Willard asked as he knelt by the couch and took Zelda's hand.
"That's how you break a Snow White spell," Harmonia said with a smile. "Go ahead! Kiss her!"
Willard leaned forward and his lips brushed Zelda's. He felt so awkward, like a teenage boy on his first date. Slowly, he deepened the kiss, warming her cold lips with his own. Suddenly he felt a bit of movement and he looked down as Zelda's eyes slowly opened. "Zuzu," he whispered as he smiled at her before he brought his lips down on Zelda's again and gave her the kiss he had been waiting almost a year to give her.