“I'm Persephone, Queen of the Dead.”
“She's the one I was telling you about, the one who will explain.” the chaise longue character said, still a nameless yet beautiful figure.
“Do you know where we are?” Snow asked.
“Honey, I'm the one who made this place!”
“Oh, it's very lovely!” Snow exclaimed, not wishing to be impolite.
“It's not my favourite place in the world, but it's much nicer than the Underworld is, trust me.” Persephone said, her body language hinting at her distaste.
“You've been to the Underworld?” Snow asked, shocked.
“Well of course dear. My husband is Hades, and he rules it. Are you really so clueless as to not know who I am?”
“I'm sorry, but I don't.” Snow replied. Persephone sighed and moved to sit on the other chaise longue, and motioned for Snow to do the same on the third and final seat. Persephone's movements seemed very strange. Both graceful, yet with an edge. Her dress was cinched tightly at the waist and the full length skirt made up for the low cut top, which showed off Persephone's cleavage. Persephone's make up was also more vibrant than anything Snow had seen, her lips a deep red and her eyes encircled with eyeliner and mascara to emphasize the deep black her eyes and dress. Her hair seemed the only normal thing about her, the same sunshine colour of the other woman and just as long.
“Well, we'll just have to start from the beginning I guess. I'm Persephone, forced wife of Hades. He kidnapped me and I have to spend my winters down her in these cursed depths before I can go again to my mother, Demetre, in the spring. There's little for me to do down here other than entertain Hades, and that gets old quickly. My lovers can only come intermittently so I'm bored most of the time. That's when I got the idea to built this room. I knew from the Fates that women would be coming down here temporarily until their- well, until they were brought back up again. So I asked nicely and my husband said I could build this room for them while they waited, rather than having to wait in the long line to get into the Underworld.”
Persephone finished her tale with a glance at Snow, as though making sure she caught her every word.
“So, it's like a waiting room?”
“How do we get out?” Snow asked after a minutes silence.
“Well, you and Aurora can get out only when your true love kisses you back awake. Most waiting times are about 2 to 3 days, depending on your love's circumstances. I use Floo powder, but it's special so that only those authorized can use it, and, well, you're not authorized.” Persephone seemed rather snooty at the idea of her authorization.
Silence again reigned over the room. Aurora rested her eyes and Persephone powdered her face or fixed her dress or looked deep into the fire. Snow was left with little other than her thoughts to occupy her. Time seemed to creep slowly, taking his own sweet time to pull the clock hands to 3:00 in the afternoon.
“Make over time!” Persephone cried when the clock chimed, startling both Snow and Aurora. The girls glanced at each other, Aurora silently saying “I have no idea what that means” and Snow replying with a “I really hope it's not painful” glance. The Queen seemed not to notice and went about pulling out small boxes from underneath the beds and three mirrors that worked perfectly if you sat on the ground.