You’re a princess raised by strict parents, your mother being the stricter of the two. You were raised in a kingdom of magical beings, witches (your species) vampires, werewolves and mermaids. Your mother was always trying to get you to be the perfect lady, the perfect princess, the perfect queen. Obviously she was a bit much sometimes. This led to multiple arguments, tears, and half hearted apologies.

After one of your recent arguments you ran out to the palace garden, sitting on a bench and burying your head in your hands.

Snap It came from the woods behind you.