Page 57 of Snow White

I open the door to my room and lock it behind me. Ice forms on the handle and doorframe, locking me in. I am trapped in this frozen fortress. Ice crystals bloom beneath my feet with each step I take, the entire room freezing in my presence.

“Snow!” Belle says, banging on the door. “Let me explain. Please.”

I don’t respond. Not after what she has done.

Moving into the bathroom and closing myself in. Once alone, I collapse to the ground, sobbing. Each tear that rolls down my face freezes, my skin hardening from the cold. One wrong move and I’ll shatter, and I don’t care.

I don’t care what happens.

For so long, I have tried to fit in and get along with others. If all these people use me and laugh in my face, what kind of ruler will I make? Do I even deserve to be a princess? I have no skill with people. Clearly, I don’t deserve any of this.

You don’t deserve it. Come to us. You know how. We will protect you. We will treat you like the perfect princess you are.

I walk over to the tub and turn on the tap, the hot water steaming the mirrors. I turn it off when it overflows and drop my robe before stepping into the tub. The water cools at my touch, but it doesn’t freeze over. It soothes me, the warmth relaxing my body.

It’s time to come home, Snow.

You belong to us.

I feel something hard in my hands, and I lift it. A dagger. Small and thin. Freshly sharpened. When did I grab this? I don’t even know, but I know what I must do.

I press the blade against my wrist, and everything goes black.

My soul stirs, a sharp pain in the middle of my chest. I place my hand on my stomach, but it only goes through. Looking down at my hands, I see that they are translucent, and a blue glow surrounds my body. Am I dead?

“Awake at last,” a male voice echoes in the abyss.

I spin around, squinting my eyes, trying to see into the darkness. A male forms from the shadows. He has pointed ears, overwhelming power, and ageless features. Fae.

I try to step back from the male, but I can’t. There is no ground beneath me, only darkness.

“I will be taking the elemental now,” he purrs. I feel my power being tugged from my form and I wrap my arms around myself.

“Who are you?” I hiss.

The male tilts his head. “King of the Fae. And you, darling Snow, have been out of my reach for too long.”

I frown for a moment, piecing the puzzle together. It doesn’t take long until everything is connected.

“You’re the one who fairy touched me,” I whisper. “Why?”

“Finally using that brain of yours, hm?” A slow grin forms on his face. “The reason why is not important. Soon you won’t remember a thing. You will be just another soul drifting in the abyss.”

My translucent form freezes over. “Your voice… You were in my head!”

“I’m in every dark crevasse, every thought you shove down. Every shadow. I’m eternal, unending. And I have unfinished business.” He smirks.

His hand extends toward me, and I feel the ice being pulled from my soul. I scream out in pain, placing a hand on my chest.

Wait…

I can feel my chest? Looking down, I see that the ice has created a physical form and my eyes brighten.

There is still hope.

I look over at the king, summoning my ice shards and throwing them toward him. He dodges, but has stopped trying to pry the elemental from my soul.

I grin at him, slowly floating toward him. “I am the ice elemental. You claim to be shadows, well I’m the cold. And I’m about to blast your ass away.

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