It is too late for her.
I could never forgive her.
There is no good in that woman. None.
I was wrong.
There never was.
She watches the silent mass of bodies from atop the hill, as Snow White proclaims her final judgement.
This is the good that hope brings her. Every time she dares to try, hope is battered and thrashed.
There is no family, no forgiveness, no redemption, or another chance.
There is only evil left, and evil has to keep her warm.
She slides into her dress, it adheres to her skin.
Long live the Evil Queen.