The fire is faded and nothing but a bunch of ashes and burnt black woods are remained. Snow sits near the place, where the man burned alive in the fire, and looks for the blade of Red in the ashes. It was stuck inside the chest of the man just a few hours ago. She thrusts her hand in the particles of cinder and powdery grey residues and grabs a solid thing. But itís not the blade, itís a livid bone of the man that didnít burn in the fire. A little it arouses her revulsion. She drops it down. Thinking that it was once among flesh and gore more disgusts her than now that it is but an ashen bone. She gently waves the ashes to find the blade. It appears among the black and grey stack, still shining silvery bright as if never it was in the fire. Thereís just a few ash she rubs off from its argent steel. But the luster of it is not all that appears. A vague note is beautifully hand-carved on its body. The words are not discernible for her, but they look unreasonably familiar, though she cannot remember at all. She returns inside the house with the knife. Red just leaves the room and closes the door behind. Thereís no sign or sound of the girl. She was supposed to bath her, which by knowing her meant only one thing. "Did you find my knife?" Red asks her. Snow just simply holds it for her to take it. "Thank you." Red takes the knife and says. It means more than just a knife to her. Snow finds this out as Red dearly takes time to clean it from the dirts. She doubts whether to ask about the knife or let it rule her mind until she finds out for herself by chance. She thinks that it is with some sentimental attachments to her. "Did you kill her?" Snow asks. Red smiles gently like if knows something that she doesnít. "She's bathing." Red says and sheathes her blade. "She is way so much beautiful." Snow says with a rather true opinion. "Thatís too gentle to come from you, princess. Do you really think so, or is this a trick to push her into my liking and so save yourself?" Red asks her with a smile. Snow opens her mouth to speak but the same time swallows that gets her silenced. "I really think she is more beautiful." She says after a short pause. "More beautiful than you are?" Red asks again. Snow can lie and pretend. But accepting a fact that she doesnít want to accept is completely against her character. When she struggles in her mind to come up with an answer, Elle appears and distracts them both. She walks out of the room in her immaculate form. Water gently slithers all over her bare skin and drips from her fingertips on the small carpet she stands on. Her hair is drenched and flattened over her shoulders. Her sapphire eyes sweetly sting into sights. Snow stares at her natural beauty and one question troubles her mind: how is it that the witch spared her? "You should put some clothes on." Red says. "You told me not to wear my clothes. They are old and stained." Elle responds. "You are right. You need something new." She says and looks at Snow. "Can you lend her some of your garment?" She asks. Snow certainly would not. She touches her own chest preciously and says. "Of course not. I will never give my dress to a peasant." Red doesnít even waste her time to convince her with words. She just draws her blade and tears her dress. She pulls it off of her and gathers it up. Snow remains in the simple garment she wears under her royal dress. "What have you done to me?" She angrily asks. There's a piece of her dress remained over her shoulder that she picks it off harshly. "Calm down. We will soon get new dresses and looks." Red says while puts the dress around Elle. "Dresses that ordinary people wear." Snow says and sniffs with sob. She turns away and hides her tears. "You have disgraced me in a day more than I deserve. Nobody had ever humiliated me like this." She cries. Not that she might think that itís going to make the witch feel her a little bit. Her dignity and pride is injured. Red doesnít even concern herself with what she caused her to feel. Be bad, painful, or low, sheís happy that it made her weep. She knits the dress on Elle with pins. Elle looks at Snow as she is sadly having her back on them. She pities her and is touched by the sound of her cry. "Who are you?" She curiously asks her. Snow wipes her eyes and turns around. "I... I am the princess of the greatest kingdom of the northern lands. I own a castle so great that you havenít even seen in dreams and an army of the most fearsome warriors who are ready to sacrifice their lives for my royal blood with no hesitation." Says Snow with pride. "If you are a princess, then where are your servants and guardians? Princesses never travel without them. You donít even have a crown." Elle gently says. It pains Snow to remember and to compare her current conditions to what she really must be like. "You are right. You are terribly right." Snow sobs and continues with hate that boils in her throat along her sob. "I shall rule nations and command the armies of men. But instead, I am enslaved by this witch, here in this smelly poor village with rotten cottages, and you filthy peasant must remind me how despised I have become." She dolefully says and gets out of there. Red slightly sneers. What little makes Elle feel sorry for Snow, disgusts her. "Wonít you stop her?" Elle asks. "She will not get anywhere far." Red surely says. "Sheís just angry. Given enough time, she will come around." Elle touches her new dress. She certainly never seen anything like it before, but now sheís wearing it. "It holds for now." Says Red. "This is a nice dress. Is she really a princess?" Elle asks. "Maybe she was. What was your name again?" Red asks her because she doesnít like to answer her many questions. "Ella. My sisters and villagers called me Elle." She answers. "You had some absurd time in this village. They almost burned you alive. Your fragile feet were burning upon the cinders when I found you. How about I call you Cinderella?" Red asks her. "Itís a painful reminder, but it also recalls that you were born again, from the ashes like a phoenix." If even she recalled it as Red thinks she does, then yes. But she doesnít even know what a Phoenix is. All that passed in that day for her appears like some visions from a bad dream. "I like it!" She gently smiles and says.