Snow Wittchen's Diary

Welcome to the beautiful White Clan
Welcome to the beautiful White clan.

No one is a criminal.

No one is a failure.

No one is a rebel.

The Whites are athletic, tall, and gorgeous; they always call us the fairest in the land. We are one of the oldest families of Ever After. We are the fairy tales that your oldest ancestors told their children who told their children and on and on and on until our stories finally came upon your parents’ tongues. Our smiles our blinding, our eyes are crystal clear, our hair is often the color of the best nature has to offer.

Hair, the color of honey, roses, and the sun combined all into one. Hair, spun from spools of gold and rays of sunshine. Hair, the mixture of the sweetest cocoa beans and the bark of rosewood trees. Hair as dark as the night, so dark it looks like stars were stolen along with the color.

Our lips are red as the blood that relates us all together. It doesn’t matter that our destinies separate us between happily ever after and never after. Our smiles are wide, pearly, and can melt your heart. It doesn’t matter that our teeth can blind you for forever after. Our skin is perfect, so perfect like china dolls. It doesn’t matter that beneath these china masks is cracked porcelain waiting to crumble. We are all perfect.

We are Whites.

No one is imperfect.

No one is a rebel.

My name is Rosalba Wittchen, and I’m the daughter of Snow-White. Not the Snow White that you’re thinking about right now. I am not the daughter of the fabled “fairest of them all” and I am not the girl that makes the Evil Queen green with envy. I am a fairy tale destined to be sweet, silent, and helpful. I am destined to give a bear shelter during the cold winter, to help a crazy dwarf with his beard, I am to be married to my bear prince and be shipped off to his far away kingdom.

My name is Rosalba Wittchen and I am a White.

I am a Rebel.