As Violet Baudelaire treked on across the snowy terrain, she remembered how her mother used to read fairy tales to her. Violet had always hated the fact that all the girls were damsels in distress instead of being strong and independent. And why were they all blonde? Now, reflecting back on her life, she realized that for the first 14 years of her life she herself had been a damsel in distress (though she was brunette). She had depended on others to make her world right. That awful day at Briny Beach had changed everything.
Violet remembered something else from her childhood. Her mother had loved to bring her to friends' houses to 'show her off,' like all proud parents do. For some reason her parents' friends always said that she resembed a "little porcelain doll." This used to irk Violet very much because she didn't like being referred to a doll just because she was pretty. And what was with the "porcelain" anyway?
Now she realized that once again, those annoying cheek-pinching people had been right. She used to be a porcelain doll in a display case hidden from the horrors of the world. Now she was different. The thin, fragile porcelain had changed to steel and she was strong and virtually unbreakable. So why did she feel cracked and broken?
Right now she wanted nothing more than to throw herself on the ground and throw a huge temper tantrum. She longed to beat her limbs against the ground and scream her head off. Nothing was right anymore. Nothing. Her parents were dead, her house gone. Isadora was gone. Duncan was gone. Quigley was gone. Violet felt that her innocence and childhood had been taken from her. She had seen a variety of ghasty murders, kidnapping, fire, and who knows what else. Through it all she had had to be strong. She had to be the one to protect Klaus and Sunny and make sure they wouldn't get in trouble. She had to be the one to get them out of trouble. She had to play the part of the "adult" when really, she was still a child. At an age when other kids were complaining about homework she was trying to keep her family, or what was left of it, alive.
Suddenly Violet was filled with pride. She had changed. If these terrible things had happened to her before the fire, she would certainly have thrown that temper tantrum. As it was, she continued treking on. She never would be again a damsel in distress or a porcelain doll. She was strong and independent and she could take care of herself. She didn't have to depend on anyone. The damsel in distress had turned into a fierce Amazon warrier. She had a future ahead of her, and one day she and her siblings would be free from Count Olaf's horrible clutches. One day they would be reunited withe the Quagmires. She would become a famous inventer, Klaus a researcher, and Sunny a cook.
Yes, that would all happen. The important thing is to keep hope alive.