Queen Eliza
Disclaimer: I don't own Snow White characters (I don't know who does, but whatever… Just don't sue me.)
"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?" the witch's words echoed through the empty halls of her dark castle.
"Eliza, must we go over this again?" the mirror sighed, "you know very well that no matter how many times you ask this question, the answer will come out the same way!"
"Edmond, who is the fairest one of all?" the witch reiterated, as she sat down on the wooden bench, next to the stained-glass window. She peered outside into the courtyard, where she noted her stepdaughter scrubbing the floors diligently.
The mirror groaned, "My queen, Snow White is the fairest one of all."
She happily replied, "Thank you, Edmond."
Edmond had been trapped in the enchanted mirror for ages by none other than his wife, Queen Elizabeth, when she had been working on her latest potion. He had wanted to grow a larger, bushier mustache. But in a freak accident, his alter-ego, hidden inside the mirror, had grabbed him and had pulled him into the mirror. He had been stuck there for the past fifteen years. Now the enchanted mirror, rather than reflecting the user's alter-ego, showed Edmond the way he looked the day of the incident.
His wife explained, still staring out of the beautiful window, "I've been testing my latest potions on Snow. Remember how she used to look when she just a couple years ago? When she was sixteen? She was the ugly duckling, opposed to your other gorgeous daughters. What with their blond hair and blue eyes and flawless skin, how could she compete for a husband? So, I created a few beauty potions for her. It removed those bothersome freckles, straightened and whitened her teeth, got rid of those disgusting pimples… Yup, there'll be a prince calling for her any day now. Any day n—" Her eyes widened looking out of the window.
There was a man climbing over the wall protecting her castle. Because the window was stained glass, she couldn't see the intruder clearly. "Eliza? What is it?" the mirror asked, excited. Wanting a better view, she hurried out of the room and down the hall, into another just as gloomy looking room. Rushing towards the window, she peeled back the blood red curtains. The man, quickly approaching Snow White, was wearing a large hat with an enormous white feather sticking out of it. Snow White seemed flustered and was blushing furiously. Elizabeth saw that their mouths were moving, but she couldn't hear them because of the blasted window. Pressing her face close to the glass, so that her nose squished a little, she attempted to get a better view. Snow White's head turned slowly, and Snow White screamed, horrified to see her stepmother spying on her and her unexpected visitor. The man, realizing the danger of dating the daughter of an evil witch, sprinted over the fence, landed on his horse, and galloped away into the horizon.
Oh boy…, Elizabeth let her body fall onto the wooden bench next to the window. She heard the tip-tapping of her stepdaughter's shoes on the hard cobblestone floor.
"HOW DARE YOU? HOW DARE YOU? HOW DARE YOU?" Snow White yelled, not even fully inside the room. Her jet black hair was in disarray from running up the stairs so quickly. Her small hands were clenched into tight fists, as her body stiffened from anger.
"I was only trying to help—"
"HELP? Do you call spying on me and Prince Arthur –"
"Prince Arthur?" the queen echoed in obvious disbelief. Prince Arthur was the son of the extremely famous King Arthur, who had apparently won his fame by pulling a rusty sword out of an ancient, moldy rock.
"Yes, Prince Arthur! He was so perfect for me! But now, look what your big nose has gotten me into!" the princess began to cry, still glaring daggers at her stepmother.
The witch bit her lip, knowing that it was probable that her daughter would never see Prince Arthur again, "Oh, but look on the bright side, honey. If he does come back, we'll know he truly cares for you—"
"Oh, shut up! Just shut up!" tears were now streaming down Snow White's face, making her usually cheery, hazel eyes seem puffy and swollen. She glared a final glare at her stepmother and angrily stormed out of the room.
She is so... ARGH, Snow White fumed, still frustrated, as she marched down the ice cold steps to her quarters. She looked down at her gown, dirty with scrubbing the floors. It had been her punishment for sneaking into Queen Elizabeth's secret room. Prince Arthur must think I'm such a peasant in these dirty, awful, petty clothes! She quickened her pace to her room, wanting to change into something nicer. Upon entering her exquisitely furnished room, she promptly marched up to her humongous closet and pulled out about thirteen dresses. About to put one on, she stopped, as a little light bulb lit up in her head. The only way she'll ever respect me, is if I can prove I'm equal to her! Oh, but how will I… oh yes! That's a great idea! Her smile widened, as a sickening plan developed in her head. She hurriedly buttoned up the gown, and packed away the dozen leftover dresses into a large cloth bag, which she pulled out from under her bed. It was going to be a long journey, starting tonight.
The Queen paced, quietly in her room, I hope she isn't still mad at me…
"Eliza, if you insist on wearing the floor out, which it seems you are attempting to do, kindly take off your shoes. Their clopping on the floor is giving me a headache," Edmond, apparently unfazed his wife's distress, had been disgruntled ever since the Queen had explained the accident with Prince Arthur. He had warned Eliza that Snow White was like her biological mother: stubborn as a mule. And if Eliza had been just a tad bit less nosy, Snow White would have warmed up to her long ago. But did Eliza listen? Noo… he crossed his arms and shook at his head at the floor.
The witch began, "I'm going to check on her—"
"Oh, no! Not this time!" he attempted to sound threatening, "You're going to stay right here!" He emphasized his point by pointing emphatically at the ground.
She inattentively waved him off with a dismissive hand, "I'll let you know how she's feeling. Good day." And with that she walked gracefully out of the room, leaving a flustered mirror in her wake.
Eliza quickened her pace as she rushed down the doorway. She muttered "Illum" under her breath, and immediately a candle around the corner lit up, illuminating the deep dark hallway, leading to her stepdaughter's quarters. Upon reaching the tall oak door, she knocked lightly on the door, "Snow?... Snow? Do you hear me?"
She sighed longingly at the door…
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