What To Do
Disclaimer: I don't own Snow White characters (I don't know who does, but whatever… Just don't sue me.)
The Queen frowned, "But I have no more daughters… All I have is Snow White…"
Prince Phillip faltered, "Well, then… then, we must go and find Snow White immediately so that I can be turned into a Prince!" The Queen nodded in agreement.
"Edmond?" She turned to see the mirror watching attentively. It was obvious he had been listening to his daughter's adventure. "Mirror, mirror on the wall, where is the fairest one of all?"
Edmond replied, "She lives among seven dwarfs in a cottage near the Forest of Illusions."
The Queen frowned, unsatisfied with his answer. There were hundreds of cottages dotting the edge of the Forest of Illusions, "Fine, then. Mirror, mirror on the wall, who are these dwarves? Please name them all!"
"They are Doc, Happy, Dopey, Grumpy, Sleepy, Bashful, and Sneezy. They also call themselves 'The Marxist Midgets…'" Edmond's eyebrows rose from the information coming out of his mouth.
The Queen paled again, for the third time that day, "The M-M-Marxist M-Midgets?" They were a notoriously violent group which was planning on overthrowing her peaceful monarchy, in order to instill Communism. "But… they'll harm Snow White!"
The frog interrupted, "No, they'll use her to get to you! Don't you see?" The Queen looked at him with a flustered look. The frog sighed, "You royals really are dimwits. Don't you see that they're going to use Snow White to get to you?"
The frog sighed, exasperated, "Villefort wants Snow White to hate you. So, he pretended to be a hunter who was instructed to kill her. This forced her into the forest, where she was probably rescued by some poor forest animals that also support a Communist revolution. After all, Marxism is supposed to erase poverty, which most tiny forest creatures live in. Then, Villefort will marry Snow White. Then he'll help the Communists instill their Marxism. It'll fail, and he'll be the powerful monarch. Not to mention that he'll have the support of the people..."
The Queen groaned, "Then what can I do? I very well can't go over to Snow White, now that she thinks I'm some crazy stepmother out to kill her daughter, and whisk her off to the castle to save her from a crazy murderer, who she thinks is Prince Charming!" She fell onto the bed.
The frog's large eyes twitched, "You're a witch! Use your powers or spells or potions or all that other voodoo you guys do!" The frog seemed simply put out by having to think up everything for the flustered mother.
Eliza suddenly snapped up to attention, as if she had just hatched an idea. She ran to her closet, picked up the ugliest black dress she had, and headed to the kitchen, where she grabbed a dozen apples and a basket. She then continued to her secret room, where she shut the door behind her and began to get to work.
