I am the cursed queen who asks the same question in front of the magic mirror every day.
"Mirror, Mirror, who is the most beautiful woman in this kingdom?"
The answer is always Snow White.
Until that day the mirror cracked, reflecting my distorted face: "Master, what you desire most... Is to get her, right?"
I carried the poisoned apple into the forest, only to encounter her freezing in the snowstorm.
When her fingertips touched her pale lips, she suddenly opened her eyes: "Mother, your hands are colder than snow."
I crushed the apple and dropped the juice into her mouth: "Be good, this is the poison that can warm you."
I picked up the shivering little princess and whispered in her ear:
Now, you are mine forever. "
Concept: fictional