Today, her world is black and red.
Black is the coat she has worn to mourn her mother, red is the rose she has placed on her coffin. A rose, placed oblique, and Gold has paid his respects with a second blossom.
Red is Snow's heart, pulsing in her hand.
Black is the little, growing spot that spreads in the middle.
Kill me, please.
How many times has she waited for this moment? Snow offers her life, but she turns it down – red is the pumping of blood and adrenaline, thinking of victory.
Black is the taste of her tears.