victor wears white in his youth. victor's clothes are stained by his mother claire's lifeblood from her dying in childbirth. claire wore red and only red, the color of life itself. claire was covered in a white coffin, locking her color away in a white expanse for all eternity. victor wears a red neckerchief around his throat for years afterwards, like anger, or penance, or grief. it wasn't in memory of life, but in memory of death.
elizabeth wears primarily greens and blues (vibrant like the colors of the insects that she loves), but always with a bright red cross necklace. she wears beautiful colors until her wedding when she wears white, white like her fiancée william, with that necklace on her throat. victor's bullet pierced her stomach on the night of her wedding before the marriage was even conducted let alone consummated, staining her core with violence in a bedroom, the place of consummation and the part of the body where life takes root.
two women, played by the same actress, both die at the hands of those who claim to love them, a father and son who were both performing masculinity (fatherhood as an act of imposition on a woman's bodily autonomy, and the importance of surgical greatness on the part of leopold, fatherhood as violence against one's child, and romantic love as a form of protection from percieved harm on the part of victor) and in the process staining pure white clothes blood red with waning life.
victor never wears red again save for his own blood as he roams to the end of the (white, frozen, dead) earth in his white wedding suit, a fitting end for a man stained by women's blood twice over in a cycle he never recognized he followed his own father through until lying on his deathbed, coughing up red and begging his child for forgiveness.
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