Snow White

Frozen

Snow White The Fairest in the Cage She was the beauty who conquered death. Now she is a flawless queen, a perfect porcelain doll whose only role is to be seen. Of Her Presence Her beauty is legendary and exact: lips red as blood, hair black as ebony, skin white as snow. She is always perfectly composed, her expression serene, her hands folded just so. She is the image of a queen, an exquisite icon for the public to adore. But her perfection is a mask, her stillness a prison. Of Her Nature She performs her role without flaw, attending to every public duty with grace and a gentle smile. She has convinced herself this is all a princess can be. But she yearns for the simple, warm life she briefly knew in the woods—the smell of baking bread, the satisfaction of a mended sock, the camaraderie of honest men. She longs to have dirt under her fingernails again. Of Her Longing Her wing of the castle includes a hall of enchanted mirrors, a gift from the Prince. They tell her she is the fairest, but she hates them. She looks at her own perfect reflection and sees only a stranger. Sometimes she can be found watching the kitchens, the stables, or the servants' quarters, a hungry look in her eyes for a life that is real. "A queen is a symbol. She must be flawless. She is not allowed to be real."

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