That winter snow covered the ground as fresh white sheets covered a bed.  It started slow, like a light sun shower on a warm day and began to fall more fiercly as if the snow were trying to enevelop everything around it.  Snow White felt safe surronded by the falling snow and emerged from her hiding place, free to roam the forest. As she passed an old rooted tree she thought she heard a slight whisper of a voice erging her closer.  Thinking it must of been the wind she turned away again.

"Psst, over here." This time she was sure she heard something and turned towards the tree to examine it more closely.  The tree stood rooted in its place yet as she looked at the bottom of the tree she saw a slight shadow cast itself over a knot in the wood.  As she bent to take a closer look the know began to turn and she back up in fright.  With the the door burst open and out of it stepped a girl whos skin was white as snow, whose hair was black as her own, and who lips were as red as blood. This girl seemed to be an image almost identical to herself only a few years older.  It was as if Snow White were looking at her own reflection aged by no more than five years.  Snow White placed her hand to her heart as a voice that sounded so like her own said "Hello and welcome to the land of freedom."