He felt strangely buoyant. At first he thought the feeling was purely emotional. Yet when he began to push at the edges of his consciousness, he found himself separating from the silver mist that had always surrounded him.
He recognized the contents of Narissa’s quarters; the little vanity with the silver seashells decorating the chair, the rugs and tapestries that matched her taste for the elaborate, the immense canopied bed that she slept in alone. The trappings were familiar, but he had never seen them from this side of the mirror, and he certainly hadn’t been able to move past them.
He breezed around a corner in time to see Snow scolded by an older servant. Irresistibly drawn to her, he realized that it must be her intervention that allowed him this freedom.
Further experimentation revealed that while whatever remained of his physical form was still bound to the glass; his mind was suddenly free to follow the princess. Wherever she went, his spirit could enter the area.
Even more miraculously, every reflective surface she passed turned into a window out of his prison. He spent hours that night cycling through his new viewpoints. And of course Narissa had placed mirrors everywhere. For once her vanity was beneficial to him.
First thing the next morning, Snow White came rushing into the forbidden room.
“Snow!” He exclaimed.
“I keep seeing you in the mirrors! What’s going on? I thought you were stuck here,” she said, breathlessly.
“I was. In a way I still am. Something has happened that makes it possible for me to go with you.”
“That’s wonderful! I’m so glad I could help. Although I’m not sure about making you watch me all the time. Won’t you get bored?”
"I doubt that will be a problem. I can only hear and speak from this spot, but it's so nice to be able to see more of the world, even if I can't really experience it."
"Well, let’s just hope my stepmother doesn't find out."
“I’m surprised she hasn’t already.”
“Oh! I just realized you wouldn’t know. She’s not here. She’s gone on an inspection of her property and she won’t be back for months.”
He was too ashamed to admit that only the day before news like that would have sent him into a deep depression.
“You’ll have to agree to behave,” Snow continued. “I can’t have you watching me while I change or anything creepy like that.”
“Oh I swear I’ll behave,” he assured her, attempting a bow. She just laughed and danced out of the room as someone called her away.
He admired the way she threw herself into her work, even though her chores were degrading for someone of her station. He loved the way she would smile and wave at him in the glass whenever no one was looking.
Sometimes at night he would look in at the late night business around the castle. The hours still seemed too long, for someone who couldn’t sleep. Often he found himself lurking in the mirror outside of Snow’s chamber.
He only succumbed to temptation once, and looked in on her sleeping. He found the experience profoundly disturbing. She looked too unreal, as if she was truly made of snow and would melt away if she wasn’t awake and animated.
He lived for the times when she could sneak away and come visit him. She did whenever it was possible, but the queen’s servants kept the girl fairly busy, and the witch herself returned all too soon.
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