“No,” bellowed Snow White. “Killing me is not the proper way to resolve our differences. I'd expect from a queen your age to act more maturely."
“Well, maturity is not what made me a queen. Being a queen is all about effectiveness. It's about time you should learn it, young princess.”
“But you failed. What does it say about you?”
The two remained quite, until Snow White could stand the uncomfortable silence no longer.
“I'm going to tell Dad,” she said eventually.
“And this you consider mature? Lets solve it, the two of us, here and now, once and for all. No fathers, no dwarfs.”
“And no mirrors,” added Snow White, making a threatening step toward the mirror.
“No, not my mirror. Leave my mirror alone,” cried the queen. But she was late. Without a hint of mercy in her heart, Snow White lifted a club from an empty armor in the corner, and with a large swing of her body, she smashed the mirror she hated so much.
“Help me,” cried the mirror, as it's shards blasted through the air and scattered on the floor, where they stayed until the cleaner swept them away.