"Lips as red as the rose, hair as black as ebony, skin as white as snow," Sounds familiar doesn't it? This famous line is commonly used to describe Snow White, but let's get one thing straight, I'm not her. You probably don't know me, I'm not a popular person. In fact, I doubt Snow herself even knows about me. That's how mother liked it, she didn't want me to be heard and much less, seen.
As a child, I didn't understand, but I think I do now. It has a lot to do with a story, a story you may well know. A story about Snow White, my mother, and seven weird little things called dwarves. But, before you get excited, it's not the story you know.
This is my story, and you better listen closely, I won't be repeating myself. Oh, I'm sorry, I've forgotten to introduce myself. I'm Queen Grinhilde's daughter, Ericka Grimhilde, now before you judge me based on my mother's actions, listen to what I have to say, you can judge me after that.
My mother married Snow White's father, the king, shortly after the untimely death of the queen. This is where my story differs from the one you've most likely been told. Shortly after the marriage, my mother had a vision. The vision depicted Snow White, before showing my mother falling to her death from a cliff. Now you all know what happened, but my mother misunderstood the vision and thought Snow White was going to kill her. This led her to develop a plan. She tried to strip Snow White of her title of princess and treat her like a lowly maid, hoping that the girl would get fed up and angry and eventually run away instead of killing her. My personal thoughts on this are simple, if she had done that to me, I would have killed her, not ran away like a sissy. Anyway, back to the point. Most people wrongly assume that it was jealousy that caused her to treat Snow White in this way. Don't get me wrong, she was jealous, but who wouldn't be? Snow White's beautiful.
As you know, Snow White didn't run away, she was much too timid, and obedient (and in my mind pathetic) to do so much as stick up for herself when my mother all but abused her. When Snow White grew up to look the way she had been seen in my mother's vision (as well as become the fairest in the land), my mother hired the huntsman to kill the girl. You see, my mother thought it was kill or be killed. When the huntsman failed mother was furious, but more than that, she was scared. So, she set out to do it herself.
This is the part where most of you are probably questioning what's different, aside from a few small details here and there. Well, be patient, that tasty slice of gossip pizza should be delivered any moment now. So as you all know, my mother made herself into an old hag, poisoned an apple and put Snow White into a sleep as deep as death before running away, being chased by dwarves and falling off a cliff.
Now, this is the bit you've been waiting for. Yes, the dwarves chased my mother up the mountain, yes, a storm did come, and yes, she did fall to her death, but that's only the basic details. Here's the new bits, that storm was me. The lightning that killed her, also me. In short I killed my mother. And yes, it was intentional.
You're probably all wondering what sort of crazed psycho I am, aren't you? That's only because you haven't heard what I have to say. I know I quite possibly went over kill, but to be completely honest, I don't care.
Remember how I told you that as a child my mother wished that not be seen nor heard? I understand why she did it now, as the king would most likely refuse to marry a widow with a young child in a kingdom that already had an heir, and what she craved most was power. So, naturally, she did whatever she could to ensure she would get it, including neglecting her only child. But I'm getting off topic, you want to know why and how I killed her don't you? Well, I'll tell you.
As I child I had been ignored by my mother, and shut out from the rest of the world, hidden away like some ugly wart. I had no sort of friends or support of any kind to look to. This led me to grow an unhealthy hatred for my mother, as well as the rest of the kingdom for never once noticing my struggle to gain the affections of my own mother. I grew angrier and angrier as the days wore on wishing a crueler fate upon my mother every day, until soon I snapped. I killed her. And now I'll kill Snow White for never once noticing me, and after that I'll kill this whole kingdom. They never noticed me, and so they must be punished. Everyone. Must. Be. Punished.