It's the most beautiful thing in the world." he says, "I just..." He pauses and looks back into the fire. "I just kept walking. Wrapped in this white nothingness.

I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.

There may be snow on the roof, but there's fire in the belly

the Snow shows up how unity of the crystalline water ice drawing the color of purity.

From that day forward she never used my name. Eventually I forgot it. Mrs. H called me something new. She named me cruel and smirking, she named me not for beauty or for cleverness or for sweetness. She named me a thing I could aspire to but never become, the one thing I was not and could never be: Snow White.

Remember, you're the one who can fill the world with sunshine.