- Chapter 7 -

One day, near the end of winter, Snow White was baking an apple pie when she heard a very calm knock on the door. Snow opened it to see an elderly woman with long white hair, a black coat, a basket of apples, and beautiful emerald green eyes. Snow White had been warned by the dwarfs several times over the past few weeks to ‘Not talk to strangers’ but the woman seemed harmless and ill. Snow White reluctantly let her in before quickly rushing to get some water for the woman. 

“Oh, thank you dear, it’s quite cold around this time of year”

“Yes, it certainly is, can I ask why you have come here?”

“Of course, yes, well I've been selling these apples,” she motioned toward the basket “I grew them myself.”

Snow didn’t see any harm in it and to be truly honest, she felt bad for the woman. 

“How much for one?”

“6 cents”

Snow White gently started to walk around the house to find the money, her wounds had nearly healed by now, only leaving her with a limp. She walked out of the living room with some copper coins and handed them to the women. The woman grabbed an apple out of the basket and carefully gave it to Snow White. She raised the apple up to her mouth before biting down.