Alone on a cold, bright night, the young Schnee heir stares out her giant window. Her eyes, unstained by tears or love pierce through the glass and into the garden. Taking in a breath, she closes her eyes, hoping for a dark knight will save her for one night. No family to bond, no friends to be with, only a butler who can make her smile for a brief moment and her own image, unscarred and perfect, just like how father wants her.
"Mirror, tell me something, tell me who's the loneliest of all?
Mirror, tell me something, tell me who's the loneliest of all?
Fear of what's-"
*Tap tap*
"Ah." She gasps, opening her eyes to the window. She is nearly certain that the tap came from in front. She looks around, not moving her body but spinning in place, seeing where it could've came from. She clears her throat and closes her eyes again, preparing her quiet song.
"Fear of what's inside of me, tell me can a heart be turned to stone?
Mirror, mirr-"
*Tap tap*
She opens her eyes once more, nearly convinced that the tapping was in front of her. "Hello?" She says. "Whoever you are, you should know, my father is Jacques Schnee, CEO of the Schnee Dust Company. So if you try to steal something, you will regret it."
*Tap tap*
She steps away from the window, now fully certain that the tapping is coming from the window but no person or object is creating the tapping. "Where are you!" She quietly shouts at the window.
...
...
Silence fills her room, her eyes laser-focused on the window, searching for the answer. Then she catches it. A small pair of white dots appear around a vague glimmer of a ball. "What?" The dots sway in place but progressively get bigger, as if they are getting closer. The Schnee heir steps back to her bed, "Stay back!" Not even attempting to be quiet.
The dots continue to become bigger and bigger, until they stop. The girl's breath is irregular, in disbelief of her situation.
*Tap tap*
The glass is tapped again with no evidence of hands or anything that can make it. Her eyes blink rapidly and unfocused. "What are you?" The dots sway left to right. "Can you... talk?" The dots move up but when it drops down, its dots rapidly zip around before zipping around in the window, growing big and small.
As the Schnee girl watches it, she has a realisation. It can't talk and it didn't know that. "Hey, it's alright." The dots continue its pace in the glass. It can hear me and knows what I'm saying. "Can you calm down for me?" The dots begin to slow down and seems to be centering itself to her. The girl is somewhat convinced that it is staring at her. "My name is Weiss Schnee. It's a... It's nice to meet you." She steps her way to the window, cautiously looking at angles where the dots might originate.
Weiss looks at her hand, thinking of a idea that may not have any good fruit to it. Might as well try. Slowly, she puts her hand on a window pane, vastly bigger than her own hand.
Father would disapprove this stupid Ide-The dots move closer and progressively, the white haired girl feels a cold but familiar presence that is not surrounding her hand but is the same size as it. She looks at the dots but they are backed by a shimmering sphere. "I think... I can see you." Suddenly, the presence snaps itself away. Why did it-She doesn't finish her thought as the dots disappear.
A hard bang comes behind, the young girl sees a woman, clad in a military coat and wielding a long firearm has kicked her door, "Weiss, come over!" She enters the girl's room, waving the firearm around in search of a intruder. "Weiss, I heard you shouting from my room. Sorry I took so long."
"No Winter, I'm fine." The little heir looks away from her.
"Did you have a nightmare?"
"Schnees don't have nightmares." Weiss states. "We live in Atlas."
A heavy sigh comes out of Winter as she kneels down to her tiny sibling. "One day, Weiss. One day, I will get us out of here."
"But it won't be today or tomorrow or next week." Weiss has accepted that she will never leave Atlas on her own accord. "You should stop hoping that we will."
"I won't." Winter's conviction rises out. "Even the word 'hopeless' has hope in it." She presses her head onto Weiss', "I will get us out of here." She moves her away, looking directly at her sister's eyes. "So, what was it that had you shouting, sister?"
"Oh." She looks at the window before settling back onto Winter, "I thought I heard a bird crash into my window but it was just the wind."
"A bird? In this weather." Winter flatly repeats.
"Yep." Weiss poorly replies with a chipper tone, hoping she doesn't question her further.
Winter looks at the window as well before looking back at Weiss. She gets back up on her feet, slinging the firearm onto her back, "Then I hope the bird didn't suffer. Goodnight, sister."
The tall woman making her way out, she hears "Goodnight Winter." before closing the door.
(SITM)
"And then, I punched out his face like how Dad showed me. That boy will rue the day that he decided to mess with my friends, Ruby!" The girl with the golden locks shouts out to the mirror, draped with a small red cloak. "You should've seen me, I was like, 'Bam! how you like that!' and some other stuff-"
"Yang." The girl hears. She looks at a woman, draped over in a white cloak. "You can talk to me about this, you know?"
She scoffs in response, "Why would I need to talk about what?"
"About Ruby." She kneels down to look at Yang eye to eye, "It wasn't your fault." Yang looks to the mirror but then to the red cloak, "But it's time to accept that Ruby..." She barely stops the overwhelming emotion from seeping out, "Is gone."
The young girl looks at her passively but giving her a grin, "What are you talking about? She's right there." She moves her hand over to the direction of the mirror. "Ruby is still alive, Mom. But it's my fault she's stuck in there and I'll do whatever I can to-"
The little dragon suddenly feels two hands grasping her shoulders, "Yang! Ruby is dead."
"But she isn't." She puts her hands on her mom's wrists, signalling her to let go. She does so, allowing Yang to touch the draped mirror, "She's still here, somewhere." A resolute fire begins to stir in her heart, "I will never give up on her, Mom. I won't." She lets go of the mirror with a softer smile, "I gotta get get school, don't I?"
(A/N: I am currently expelling out ideas that I have and this is one of them. It may be poorly written out but it's just a idea.)