I sat in my chair, notebook and pencil in hand, with anticipation as I waited for my first patient to arrive. Based off of her profile I had my list of questions that I was ready to ask her. I looked up as I heard the door open, and a beautiful woman who appeared to be in her 40s walked in. She wore a gold crown on her head, which was covered in a black hood, and long robes of black and purple. As beautiful as she was, she had potential to be even more beautiful were it not for the tons of makeup and the permanent scowl on her face.

"Queen Grimhilde?" I stuck out my hand as she closed the door behind her. "I'm Dr. Russell." The Queen didn't even acknowledge me as she sat down on the couch. "Okay…" I said as I awkwardly put my arm down. "If you don't mind, I have some questions I want to ask you." I looked at her, hoping for some kind of response, but all she did was glare at me. "First question," I said immediately looking at my notes, "tell me about yourself. What was your childhood like?"

"I had a wonderful childhood," she said sternly. Her voice was harsh and cold, with practically no emotion behind it. "My family denied me nothing."

She paused after that, sitting in silence. "Go on," I said, gesturing with my hand by spinning it.

"There's not much else to say about it."

"Alright then, what about your teenage years?"

"I was the most beautiful princess in all the land. I had men, princes, kings, lords, peasants, begging at my feet. They would shower me with praise and gifts, and if they were young and handsome enough we would have sex, regardless if they were single or married."

I raised my eyebrows. "Wow," I whispered under my breath, "whore much."

"As you could imagine I went through many husbands this way, having been on my eighth husband by the time I was 25. Yet despite how many times I was married, I never produced an heir, but at the same time I didn't want to. I wanted the kingdom all to myself, and I couldn't care less about what were to happen to it after my death."

"Okay, next question. Where exactly did you get your magic mirror?"

"I cast a spell on the mirror myself so that I could guarantee my position as fairest in the land."

"This brings me to my next two questions. One, how did you learn magic? And two, why exactly are you so obsessed with being the fairest in the land?"

"My family has been proficient in the ways of the dark arts for centuries. Before marrying into royalty, my ancestors were witches, and the practice of dark magic has been passed down my family for generations. As for your second question, I didn't want to lose all the power I had over everyone because of my age. I could feel my power of using my beauty to control the people around me fading by the time I was in my 30s. So with the help of my mirror and my magic, if anyone dared to steal my title as the fairest in the land, I had her killed."

Again I raised my eyebrows in shock. "Really?"

"How do you think Snow White's father became a widow?"

"Since we're now on the topic of Snow White, I have some questions about her. How exactly did you meet her father?"

"After the death of his wife…"

"Which you admit to having her killed, yes?"

"I hired my huntsman to kill her, as with all the others."

"So if he's killed so many women by your command before, what was so special about Snow White?"

"She was my youngest victim."

"Okay. So as you were saying about meeting her father."

"After the death of his wife, he was looking for someone to replace her. Considering the shortage of women in the land, I offered myself to him, and just like every other man in my life, he fell madly in love with me, asking me to marry him."

"But you never loved him the way he loved you?"

"I never loved any of my husbands."

"Okay, moving on, what was your relationship with Snow White like?"

"I always hated her. That mousy little brat was always smiling and singing with that little high-pitched voice of hers. Even if it weren't for her stealing my title I would've wanted her dead."

"Okay, last question. Now I'm not going to take sides, and you've made your intentions of killing Snow White quite clear, but what I don't understand is why you had to turn yourself into an old hag in order to kill her. I mean I get that it was a disguise, but instead of making yourself hideous, therefore sort of contradicting your intention, why did you not just make yourself more beautiful than her? You would have fulfilled your goal, and she still wouldn't have recognized you when you gave her the apple."

"Are you saying that I'm not beautiful enough?" She stood up, staring down at me. "That I need to make myself more beautiful than I already am in order to be the most beautiful woman alive?"

"No," I answered quietly, sinking back into my chair.

"Good. We are done." She headed for the door.

"But wait! What about my last…" She turned around and glared at me again. "Okay, no, you're right, we're done," I said in a hurry to get her out of my office.

Once she was gone I let out a sigh of relief. "Talk about an evil bitch." I just hope the others won't be like this, I thought. I sat down at my desk to see who was next. Earlier in the day Mickey had sent me an email containing the order of who I'm supposed to interview. "Let's see, who's next?" I asked as I looked up the list. "Lady Tremaine. Hopefully she won't be as awful as that wretched Queen."

Author's Note: Thank you so much for those of you who helped out with the last chapter! :D I forgot to mention in my last author's note that I won't be covering EVERY villain in this story. I will be skipping over the villains who I don't like or find boring or whose movies I haven't seen in years/never seen/don't like. Of course there will be some exceptions, for example even though I don't like and haven't seen 101 Dalmatians in years, I'll still be doing Cruella since I remember her and find her interesting enough to interview. Basically the reason I'm saying this is so I can avoid people going "You forgot to do so-and-so." No I'm not forgetting anyone, if there are any villains I skip it's for a reason.