Twist Fate: Snow White

"Why do I get a death sentence and not her? She's a thief and a liar, and when I die, she's coming with me!" the former queen screeched as the guards dragged her down the dank, dark hall. 
     "You're insane. Queen Snow White did nothing to you, and you tried to kill her," one of the men replied. 
     "Just hear me out! Listen to what I have to say, for once!" Snow White's stepmother struggled to break free of the guards' iron grips.
     "Fine, we'll listen to your little story, but you're still going to be executed tomorrow. And remember, it's your word against fifteen others, so you've got to have some very strong evidence."
     She was shoved into a cell, the door locked tight. There was no saying what kind of magic she could use to get out, but her focus didn't seem to be on escape anymore. One of the guards left, but the other one pulled up a stool and sat in front of the cell. 
     "Tell me," he said.
     "The first time I met Snow White, she was five years old, and savage. She was the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen, and although her attitude toward me was rude, disrespectful, and unloving, I loved her. Something about her beauty made everyone fall in love with her, no matter how mean she was to them. I was the only one who seemed to dislike her attitude. 
     "The older she became, the meaner and more beautiful she was. Every day she had more people in her control. She was also very vain. Always stopping in front of mirrors wherever she went. She loved mirrors. It was one of her obsessions. When she first saw my collection of magic mirrors, she asked for one. Of course, I knew it was a bad idea to give her one, so I refused. It was probably the first time she'd been denied anything, the spoiled brat."
      The woman suddenly clutched her chair hard, shuddering slightly. a purple glow seemed to emanate from her. When she stopped, she appeared ten years older. She smiled. 
     The guard frowned . "Are you okay, miss?"
     The woman nodded. "Anyway, I refused to give her one of my mirrors. She threw a huge fit, right there in the middle of my chambers, screaming and kicking and crying." The woman shook her head. "It was awful. But when she left my chambers, she was smiling, which at that time I didn't understand. A few weeks later, I found that several of my mirrors were missing. I couldn't find them anywhere, but no one would let me in to Snow White's rooms. It was then that I realized that she would stop at nothing to get what she wanted. And her beauty was a huge asset. I was terrified of what she could do if she became the most beautiful person in the land. From then on it was my mission to remain more beautiful than she. I asked my mirror every day who was the fairest in the land. When I learned that she had grown more beautiful than me, I knew she just had to be killed. I told my huntsman to kill her. He didn't understand, and tried to trick me. The fool. I killed him.
     "I don't know exactly what happened when she ran away. My magic mirrors couldn't even tell me that. All I know is that everything that she and her little dwarf friends have said is a lie. Except for the part about the poisoned apple. Mostly. I did disguise myself and give her a poisoned apple. The stupid girl always had a weakness for apples. I don't know why. I guess she had gone too long without an apple in that tiny cottage in the woods and didn't stop to check for poison, although the signs were obvious. She did die. She was completely and totally dead. I have no idea how she came back to life. Alas, though, she's now back in her rightful place."
     "What do you mean? I thought you didn't want her to be queen."
     "No, I still don't."
     "Then what do you mean?"
     The former queen cackled. "Why, she's already dead."