The Death of Snow White

Huntsman Kaiser?

What are you doing?

Nuts.

Hurry!

She's losing her breath. You must save her.

Quickly, the vials.

It is worse than I feared, but she's been poisoned, my King.

It is not enough to kill her,

but more than enough to take the child.

Find the old woman responsible for this.

Where is she?

Please, save my child.

I cannot lose you, my love.

Our love will never be lost, my King.

It will live on through our child.

It's beautiful.

What is?

The snow.

It's like a million dancing stars falling to the earth,

bringing light and purity to the world.

It's the most beautiful thing I have witnessed.

And I am blessed that it will be the last sight I will see.

Huntsman Gunnar.

Promise me you will always keep my child safe and protected

as if it were your own.

Please go now.

Please go, my love,

so that this sight is not your last memory of me.

You again.

Kill him, kill him, kill him!

Kill him, kill him, kill him!

Kill him, kill him, Kill him!

Kill him, kill him, kill him!

Kill him, kill him, kill him!

Kill him, kill him, kill him!

Kill him, kill him, kill him!

Kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him!

Attention!

I, Gerald Schultz of Meltonbury

hereby sentence Kenneth Slatag to death

for the crimes of theft,

witchcraft,

vagrancy,

treason,

public intoxication,

arson,

heresy,

murder,

pirating.

Urinating in a jar.

Forgive me for that one, Lord.

And a litany of other crimes...

Hey!

Oi!

Thank you to Snow White, our Princess of the Peasants.

It's nice to see some royalty come down from the castle

to fill our hearts and not just their own pockets.

That was amazing. Did you see his head fall off?

Yes, yes, it was great.

The guillotine was nothing but a parlor trick.

Oh, I know, let's go to the aviary.

Again? We were just there this morning.

Yeah, what's got you so flustered?

No, no, no, nothing is wrong, I just,

I just love the birds, you know.

The birds?

Yes, the birds.

Come on, let's go.

Snow, no.

Don't look now.

Oh, I know.

Oh, I see.

I think I'd rather skip the aviary

and stay here and watch the lovebirds.

You behave this time.

Always.

Looks like we missed it.

Missed what?

Only the best part of the faire.

How will I find inspiration

for my writing without the execution?

The beheading, the decapitation.

The old neck hole and head roll.

The blade drop and head pop.

The hatchet and head basket.

Come on, you're a Prince, make them do it again.

That old trick, to entertain nursery children

and simple-minded travelers?

Wait, we're not travelers.

Just talk to him already.

I couldn't, you saw me up there.

And what if I'm not his type?

Snow, you do this every time.

You are a beautiful Princess, Snow.

You are quite literally everyone's type.

Come on, you've known him nearly your entire life.

Plus we've all seen the way you look at him.

And he looks at you.

I don't look at him.

Oh, you definitely look at him.

We all do.

You've got this.

That's disgusting.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no!

Is that awkward lady trying to avoid your attention?

Oh, Jacob, that is no ordinary lady,

that is the Princess, Snow White, right, my Lord?

The Prince says...

I told you not to call me that.

Princess? No, I called her a Princess.

No, my Lord.

I'm not your Lord, the Prince is my Lord.

No, I'm your friend, not your Lord.

What do you think they're talking about?

My guess is they're debating the finer nuances

of how to properly scratch their knackers

during a public event.

Oh.

I'm sure it's very regal, very important things.

Ruling kingdoms, political status,

heroic battle stories and strategy.

If my Lord requests we do not call him my Lord,

we do not call him my Lord.

Well, I'm certainly not going to call him Florizel.

And why would you call him that?

That is his name, right, my Lord?

Is that your name? Why didn't I know this?

Well, I knew it.

My Lord!

Florizel.

I must talk to her.

That you must.

Must he though?

Ignore him.

You have been dreaming of this girl for ages.

Ages?

All the appropriate ages. Don't be weird.

I can't, not today, I'm not even dressed for the occasion.

Come now, Snow, you look radiant.

I wouldn't change a thing.

Well, if I knew I was going to see a Prince today,

I would've worn something a bit more revealing.

Revealing? That's not like you.

Well, yes, you know,

just something to catch the Prince's attention.

Well, I think you've already caught his attention.

Oh, hello there, I don't believe we've met.

I'm Snow White. You are?

Oh, I'm sure we have met in person

and 1,000 times in my dreams.

He's good.

Hm.

Have we?

Hm, I simply don't recall.

Oh, I recall you speaking about me just moments ago.

You? Oh no, I was talking about another Prince.

There's another Prince here?

Well, if there is, then I'd better sweep you off your feet

before he lays eyes on you and falls as hard as I have.

Well, I would watch where you fall.

There have been a lot of livestock

traveling through here today.

Well then, perhaps you and your friends can join me

and ensure I remain upright?

Well, making sure a Prince does not fall

into a pile of manure sounds like a wonderful time.

We had plans to go to the aviary, right?

No, we don't.

We would love to join you.

Great.

Shall we?

Yes.

My Queen.

You-you wanted the results of the skin treatment

with the arsenic.

Well?

Though the skin does appear lighter

and more youthful, I would not recommend ingesting it.

And the belladonna in the eyes?

The pupils did enlargen, my Queen.

Have it ready for me in my chambers.

Give her the mercury next.

Why do I hate them so?

Why is their laughter like glass shards in my lungs?

Tighter.

My Queen, I fear it is causing undue harm to thy body.

I said tighter.

Why does my blood burn with hatred to see her smile,

or the smallest glint of happiness in her eyes?

Because you are jealous.

I am not jealous.

I am the Queen.

You want her youth, her beauty, her joy.

I cannot be seen like this,

waist growing larger by the day,

flesh beginning to fold.

Once I have it all back,

I will marry into a larger, more powerful kingdom,

and then burn this useless one to the ground

with Snow White and her nasty peasants in it.