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@ 2013-10-08 13:50:00

WHO: Snow White
WHAT: Transformations. Well, the start of one really. She’s like a pokemon.
WHERE: Fabletown
WHEN: Recently
WARNINGS: None

Snow sighed as she looked out of her window of her apartment. Autumn was settling in, leaves turning from green to gold, and though the chill hadn’t settled in yet, the evening seemed colder than was typical of the season. She didn’t mind and leaned against her open window as she looked out at the city. Though she’d been calling New York her home for centuries now, mundane and dirty and loud, the lands she grew up in were slowly and steadily inching their way back in her good graces.

It was subtle at first, spending time trekking through woods and over hills much as she used to when she was younger. It was seeing the cottage she grew up in, visiting neighboring towns, spying castles in the distance. It was that prickle of something, in the air and under her skin, that told her this wasn’t the place for the mundane. This was magic seeped into the very earth and flourishing in every plant and every animal there and in a tiny way, she wondered if it might be seeping into her too.

She didn’t miss the people, however. Really, people weren’t much better in New York, but the longer she spent in the Homelands, among their princes and their talking animals, the more she recalled she didn’t miss that kind of life. She’d leave that to her sister.

Thoughts of Rose swirled about her mind as she frowned, the cool city air blowing a touch harder through her dark hair. Rose, who she finally made amends with, was worried about losing the favor of her beloved prince and as much as she wanted to reassure her it would be fine, Snow wouldn’t give her that comfort. Lies would only make the hurt worse. Men were fickle creatures, always had been, and Rose was right to worry that she would lose to another girl. She was simply wrong to care that she would.

It was foolish, Snow thought, to give one’s heart away, and it galled her to no end that Rose still would do something so idiotic. After everything they had seen, her bear prince and his brother, Charming, and the stories they had heard, Rose still thought to care for a man. Snow, at least, was not so swayed. Temptations had abounded, wolves with gravely voices and who could expertly kiss and magicians with lopsided hats and smiles that made her blush, but in the end it mattered little. They left, and left often, and she gained nothing by relying on anyone. It was nothing more than a weakness, and Snow was anything but weak.

The wind picked up, cooler, harsher, but Snow didn’t find it so irritating, merely tossing her head as it whipped through her hair before turning away towards her bed. As she stepped back into her bedroom she felt it to be too warm, almost hot, and left her windows open to let he night air in. Another gust rolled in and she sighed, feeling it soothe her, calm and cool her, as she slipped into bed.

Perhaps in time, Rose would see that men weren’t worthy of such affection, that few people were worth the time. The heart was something best left untouched, and who knew that better than Snow White. Leave it be, leave it shielded, leave it hidden, for giving it never served her well and warming it never did anyone any good. That was the wise thing to do, the only thing to do, and Snow drifted to sleep with the barest smile on her red lips as she thought of the names she’d been called over the years. Ice Queen. If only she could be so untouchable.

Across her bed, over her carpet, and around her room, frost crept over her apartment as Snow White slept.

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