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                   [ isles ; law ; inquire ]

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937)

She went over to one of her bags and searched to it, finally pulling out some paperwork. “The Pridelands have many things to offer - fruits, carpets, pottery… Things that don’t grow here.” She handed Snow White a list of exportable products. “What I’d like to know is that products your land can offer so we can both profit from it.” 

     "Nala; I want you to be the one to assist me on a journey for the queen's history!"

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“Once upon a time in midwinter, when the snowflakes were falling like feathers from heaven, a queen sat sewing at her window, which had a frame of black ebony wood. As she sewed she looked up at the snow and pricked her finger with her needle. Three drops of blood fell into the snow. The red on the white looked so beautiful that she thought to herself, “If only I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the wood in this frame.”

After a moment, Susan just smiled awkwardly. The stranger before her could easily be the royal head of this kingdom with the way she talked, dressed, stood. That made her all the more curious as to why she went out of her way to ask if she was lost. “Pardon me for not knowing, but are you the queen?” Susan finally asked with a small curtsy. Afterall, she wasn’t in her own kingdom, so she had to adapt accordingly.

    "How do you do?" Gently, a frail little hand rests to the stranger's back; escorting her away from such loud market business. The sound of the happy little children in the distance being perhaps the only thing strolling Snow White from such thoughts of the queen. "Your home – whereabouts do you reign from?" The queen never greeted strangers from far off lands as such; and Snow supposed that was her weakest of points – whereas it was the young girl's strongest, kindness would do all good. 

She glanced at Snow; she was sure she was going to say something. “…” Her mouth opened and closed. “Shall we discuss trading possibilities, then? That’s why I’m here.” Nala offered Snow a kind smile.

   Delicate hands grip at the sides of her skirts most anxiously; it had always been Queen Grimhilde to discuss trade and the like before her – it had never been Snow White, ever – a new dawn, she supposed; to act as the royal she was.

             "Truth you speak, Huntsman – though we both know very well how little chance I have against the queen; to stand against her would ensure my immediate death." Perhaps it was better to rest forever in death; to let Grimhilde win – no, the thought passed as soon as it landed; the queen had won, but Snow White could not die – not when there was too much at stake, her loved ones could not bear the news of such. "Now tell me, where are the rest of the queen's black knights?" A life of wilderness; a life of boots running against the grime, forever.      

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"You don’t have to," Nala blurted out. "You’ve got to use your status, Snow." she offered a sly smile. "And have people seek information for you.” She let go of Snow’s hand and stood up. “After all, history books will write lies if they’re told lies.” Nala glanced out of the window of the room. “And only the victors write history.” 

    A sigh left her chest; her temple resting to her friend's shoulder defeated. "I suppose – it is a regal movement; but I just cannot, I wouldn't want to end up like her." A moment longer she rested on the comforting shoulder before setting her back straight, legs crossed; was posture as such regal? "Perhaps –" No; what a silly thought, they'd only just met! "No, never mind."

     ”As to the Queen, I do not care what she thinks. Why should I disregard someone even if they are dressed in rags?” Hans knew that clothes, while a sign, did not show the one underneath. He had seen demons dressed as saints and angels wearing dirt and blood. Of course, he would not be caught dead dressed nothing less than perfect. “Tell me, what are you doing hiding Snow White?”

          "Sir Hans; I am awfully apologetic to tell you that you must care what Queen Grimhilde thinks; but it is true – she –" Her voice lowers to just a whisper now; afraid to voice truth aloud. "She uses magic! A dark sort; that is why I am afraid dare she see your presence round me." It was not her intention to scare off traders, never; alas, the queen's secrets were not hers to keep should another see it.

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