Mirror, Mirror on the Wall…

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?

The little girl chanted the question absentmindedly, giggling occasionally. Her chubby fingers ran through the hair of her thin Barbie doll. She sat criss-cross applesauce on the wooden floor that creaked at the softest movement.

The floor length mirror reflected her tan skin and toothy smile as she continued to babble about Snow White to the thin air.

“It’s her favorite movie,” her mother would so often say. “In fact, it’s the only movie she’ll watch.”

Sitting in her mother’s well lit room (courtesies to the sun), the little girl chanted the harmless words.

She was oblivious to the darkening room and the stirring within the mirror. Time seemed to have frozen as humans outside the four walls that little girl was cornered in stopped walking, talking, laughing. Their smiles stayed frozen on their lips, their tears no longer slid down their cheeks, their hearts stopped beating, waiting for time to start once more and resume their boring, uneventful life.

Everyone seemed to have stopped moving expect for the little girl, who pushed her doll around, repeating, “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”

“You,” a hushed, raspy voice chocked out. “You are the fairest of them all.”

Upon hearing the unfamiliar voice in the empty room, the little girls head lifted and rather than being met with her reflection in the mirror in front of her, she saw the image of pale woman all dressed in black. A golden crown sat perfectly centered on her head. The red stone around her neck seemed to glint even with the dim lighting.

“Hm?” the little girl said, tilting her head to the side with a confused look. Her fingers had stilled, no longer playing with her dolls. In fact, they were forgotten for the moment. To the little girl, the woman looked familiar. She gasped, her hands working once more as they collided together in a clap. She bounced in her spot, looking at the mirror with awe. “Evil queen! Evil queen!”

“Yes dear,” the unpleasant voice responded, her lips pulling back slightly. “You are my biggest fan.”

It was odd for a six year old to sympathize with the villain in the movie but low and behold, their sat in front of the evil queen now, a little girl who thought the queen had every right to be upset.

“Apple! Apple!” she squealed when a luscious, red fruit was presented before her.

“Would you like it?” The evil queen toyed.

“Yes, please! Yes!”

“On one condition.”

The little girl eyed the apple with excitement. In her small head, she understood the danger of the forbidden fruit and yet, she couldn’t wait to hold it in her little hands. Feel the power she knew the Evil Queen felt.

“Are you listening?”

Her wide eyes slowly lifted up to meet the Evil Queens.

“Good. All you have to do is say, ‘Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?’ Is that hard?”

The little girls head moves back and forth without breaking eye contact.

“And then I want you to reach inside the mirror.” The Evil Queen held the apple out in front of her. “And I want you to grab it.”

The little girl made a move to grab it.

“NO! You have to say what I told you!”

The little girl, eager to get her hands on the juicy fruit from her favorite character repeated the words she knew all too well. “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?” She didn’t waste time reaching for the mirror. It didn’t occur the six year old that she was reaching for the mirror and her hands probably wouldn’t get anywhere past the glass.

But it didn’t matter.

Her chubby hands slid past the mirror, which rippled like water, disorienting the image of the Evil Queen, and searching blindly for the apple until they grasped something soft.

“Thank you, my child,” the Evil Queen said, grasping the little child’s hand in a painfully tight grip.

The little girl’s mouth opened in a scream and her body got ready to start trashing violently but it was too late. Her small body was quickly being pulled towards the mirror until she could no longer feel the floor under her bottom or the soft hair of her dolls.

“Thank you,” the Evil queen repeated, as she made her way into the opening of the mirror, into the real world once more where she belonged. Where she will rule once more. Where she will be feared again.

Now the Evil Queen stood on the creaking wooden floor, watching as the image of the little girl’s tear streaked face faded away and the room slowly filled with light once more. The earth started moving as did the human but little did they know how everything was about to chance.

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