What happens to those princesses that 'die' and then come back once their prince kisses their dead lips?
The apple had just the right crunch to it, Snow White thought as she chewed her first bite. Juice flooded her mouth and activated all her senses. For a moment, she felt more alive than she had ever been. Music seemed to play in the background and her muscles burst with energy, willing to climb the highest mountain just to get another bite.
But all that came crashing down her her. Her saliva dried up, her hands, which had been holding the red apple, suddenly went cold. Her legs gave out and she collapsed into a heap on the ground, her last sound the cackle of the old woman who had given her the tasty poison.