The queen leaned over the cradle, holding the infant princess' tiny hand, a loving smile blossoming among her joyful tears.

"She's perfect."

Planting a kiss on her daughter's forehead, she tucked the princess in and carried the lantern out of the room, gently closing the door behind her.

Mere moments later, the witch climbed in through the window. She lumbered across the room, stopping at the princess' cradle.

The witch stared down at the baby, sleeping blissfully despite her entrance. Her tiny chest rose up and down, the only way that the witch could be sure that she was alive.

Even in her infancy, the princess was lovely and fair.

She was already everything that the witch was not.

The witch lifted the babe from her cradle, only pausing when she squirmed a bit. A sinister smile spread across her face as she walked back towards the window.

"She's perfect."