Snow was in grave danger and he hadn’t realized until his own step-mother tried harming him after his father died. The boy blissfully, and obliviously believed the woman his father married was just a little defensive, not anything cruel or vain despite the evidence of her being so.

He’d run away into the forest after the sharp slash along his side, desperate to leave the kingdom and find sanctuary, still having trouble grappling the fact his step-mother deliberately tried getting a servant, a lovely person, to hurt him. The knife’s hit was clumsy, so he didn’t believe the Queen was actually trying to fatally wound him.

But the gash stung, making his white clothing a nasty crimson as he made his way through thick trees. He’d eventually found the seven dwarves home, falling asleep after bandaging the wound he’d earned earlier. From then on, Snow makes a deal with the seven women to cook and clean their house in exchange to stay and keep hidden from the eyes of anybody at the kingdom lest they report him to the queen.

It was like any other day. Snow woke up, brushed his teeth, and went downstairs to begin his usual cleaning process. Calling some animals over and asking for their help like the first time before he grabbed the broom and started sweeping the dirty floors.

The only unusual part was the knocking on the front door. Snow hesitated before opening the door, peeking outside to see a stranger he hadn’t ever met before. “Hello?” He murmured, wary but kind. The person didn’t look cruel, so he assumed they needed help and weren’t here on his mother’s command.