REAL TALK
 
The new queen finally gave into curiosity, and, standing before the massive mirror in her chamber, she asked, “Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who’s the fairest of them all?”

The magic mirror remained silent.

“Ahem! Mirror. Mirror. On the wall. I asked you a question.”

A face slowly materialized in the mirror and regarded the new queen. 

“Look,” the face in the mirror said. “I’m really tired of this co-dependent, need-for-validation crap. It never works out well. Not for your step mother. Not for her step mother. Since you only lasted two days before asking, it’s not looking too red hot for you. Give it a rest. You’re a queen. You got to marry the handsome hero. Go enjoy your happily ever after. Mirror out. I’m going to go torment some kids in a fun house.”