The king was found in his bed the next morning, stabbed to
death. There was no trace of the murder weapon.
In her chambers the Queen was reading a document that she,
upon heavy searching, found in the Kings chambers, after his untimely demise of
course. Silent tears streaked across her face as she read that even on this
revised last will and testament the King bequeaths everything to his daughter
Snow White and asks only that Snow makes sure that the Queen retires and is
cared for in a moderate living standard. After all she had done for them, this
is how he repays her. Then she hears a voice, and at first she is not sure if
it is in her head.
“There doesn’t have to be a last will and testament
Grimhilda” She looks around her, questioningly, and answers to the indivisible
voice “But I have it here in my hands.” Again the voice speaks “No you don’t.
That is just a piece of paper. A piece of paper that needs to be burned.” As
the voice speaks Grimhilda rises and follows it’s low monotone. Looking into
the blue eye of the mirror she responds
“What do you mean?” Remaining completely unemotional the
mirror responds “If the King has no Testament then his belongings is claimed by
the state.” Her eyes begin to sparkle and a grin forms on her face as she
finishes his words “As Queen of the realm, I am the state.” With a
contemplative expression the Queen walks to the fireplace in her chambers. Her
eyes glance to mirror and then back to the papers in her hand. At the flick of
her wrist the last will and testament of the King is transformed to ashes.
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| Grimhilde from the Original Disney Classic |
“There is of course the issue of the beautiful Snow White”
she hears the mirror commenting. Turning back to the mirror the Queen confesses,
“I have always wanted a daughter. Now that her father is no longer in the way,
it is my hope that we can become mother and daughter. She will after all seek
comfort from someone. I will be a role model mother.” The mirror smiles
knowingly and as he disappears again, the words echo “Of course you will.”
In the months that pass, Grimhilda tries everything to be
the perfect mother to the young Snow White. She pays attention to her, plays with her, takes her for
walks and reads to her. They spend every moment together. Well every moment
that the Queen is not finding her own comfort with the rugged Huntsman who has
become a frequent private guest in her cambers. Now no one can prove anything,
but everyone knows that they are doing it. After all any woman and gay man
alive would do it with the huntsman. A Greek God sculpted from Marble and made
to flesh by Zeus, given the ruggedness of Aries and the sex drive of Aphrodite.
Life seems perfect, except for one tiny little something.
The beautiful Snow White is an ungrateful little bitch. Obviously all the years
that she has been spoilt by her father has left a terrible scar on the manners
of this child and nothing was going to change that. Grimhilda tried everything.
It seems that the harder she tried to be a perfect mother the more Snow would
rebel. She was the constant target for the Princesses name calling and
embarrassment.
But as stated the Queen found comfort in the arms and on the
lap of the Huntsman, who was also very happy to give it. He wasn’t the
brightest of men but he had everything else.
One night after the throws of passion released them and the
huntsman was asleep, Grimhilda saw a letter in the huntsman’s bag. Oh relax she
didn’t snoop. He threw the damn bag on the floor in the heat of passion, it
fell open and the letter was lying half way out of the bag practically begging
to be read. Well that’s how history will reflect it.
“Dear George” his name was George? Then again who was she to
Judge on kak names
“Please do not spend another night with that old hag. I miss
you when you are not with me. My loins ache for you. Why do you want that
hideous Grim thing when you can have all of me at any given time.
Love
Snow”
As you can imagine this was the straw that broke the camels
back. She tore up the letter and practically woke up and kicked the huntsman,
….or George (hehehehehe stupid name) out of her chambers in one move.
She has given everything to that little brat. Been there for
her through thick and thin. In the last two years since the Kings death, she,
Grimhilda, has been the one to give Snow everything. All of this and only to
find out that the little 16 year old tart was fucking her dumb gorgeous
bastard, whilst implying that she Grimhilda was an ugly old hag.
She was pacing her room, screaming while the tears ran down
her face. The humiliation, the ungratefulness, it was all too much for her. And
to be called “that hideous Grim thing’ on top of it all. Well saying that she
was pissed off is a complete understatement. Wouldn’t you be? What could she
do?
Time stopped. She paused and glanced to her side where she
saw her reflection in the mirror. Slowly, now filled with anger and jealousy
and hate she walked towards the mirror and as she did she summoned the man who
lives in it,
“Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who is the most beautiful of
them all?”
Her reflection became a blur and in a few moments the
raven-haired beauty was staring back at her.
“You my Queen, has beauty such as no one has ever seen
before. But one is rising to challenge that. She has already begun and if
chance goes her way, will destroy you”
Grimhilda narrowed her eyes, started twisting her dress in
her fists and spat back at the mirror “Not if I kill the little bitch first”
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