Title: Once Upon A Time

Disclaimers: I swear I was just borrowing them! I don't own SVU or Snow White or the story line of Snow White

Summary: Once upon a time, there lived……

Author's Note:
ARGH! I'm starting a new story! WHY! I need to finish my other ones. Oh well. It is an idea I thought of and I don't know if it's any good. SO please review!


Once upon a time, in a far away kingdom, there lived a little beautiful princess. Her name was Snow White. She had grace and style, even though she was only six. Loved by both of her parents, until one day, when her perfect life ended and transformed into a nightmare that would never go away. Her beloved mother died, leaving her with her father. Her father thought it would be best for her if she had a mother present as she grew up and so he remarried.

His new wife was beautiful, but vain. She only wore gowns woven by silkworms. The king was hypnotised by her outer beauty. It wasn't long before she took power over everything. She seemed fearless, yet her greatest fear was so close to home. She feared that Snow White would grow up to be more beautiful than herself. So she locked her inside the castle, and dressed her in rags.

Every morning just after she woke up from her beauty sleep, she would ask her magic mirror. "Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?"

Every morning the mirror would answer, "It is you, my fair queen; you are the fairest of them all."

The Queen was content with this answer. But deep down, she knew that the mirror will one day give her an answer that would outrage her.

When Snow White turned twelve, the Queen knew that it wasn't going to be long before she was the fairest one of all. So she had Snow White locked up in a dungeon. Day after day, men all over the country came to taste her, to have her, to hurt her inside. Her hands were tied above her head; her dress was stripped and lay in the far quarter of the dungeon. In return, each man carved his initials into her delicate white skin. Her white skin was soon stained red. Yet, she still grew more beautiful day after day.

The Queen saw this and flew into a rage. Running up the many stairs until she reached her bedroom, she threw open the door and stopped in front of the mirror. Straightening herself, she asked the mirror, "Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?"

The mirror replied slowly, "Your Majesty, full of rage and fury, a lovely princess, I see, under the blood, she is the fairest one of all."

The Queen sent up her huntsman. "Take Snow White down, give her a bath of wine, dress her and then take her far into the forest. Let her pick the flowers and then kill her. Give me back her heart."

"But, your majesty…" the huntsman started.

"No buts. You know the penalties of failing," she said staring at her mirror, "Now, go!"

The huntsman did as she commanded and gave the princess a bath, dressed her and then took her out to the middle of the forest. Then when she had her back turned, he lifted his dagger. He dropped it, he couldn't do it. Falling down on his knees, he begged the princess to run, run far, far away in the wood.

The princess looked confused, "But Sir, why, what's wrong?"

"The Queen's jealous! She wants to kill you. Child just run!" He said quickly.

Snow White was stunned and then ran into the wood. It was misty but she kept running, her hands pushing everything out of her way. Eerie noises filled the air. Her legs started aching, her bare feet hurting from stepping on the uneven surface and pricks. Every now and then she would turn around so see if anyone was following her, but she couldn't see far with the mist. Finally she couldn't run any farther and collapsed onto the ground.


She slowly opened her eyes. It was bright and she heard muttering and mumbling, but couldn't make out any words. She blinked and her focus cleared. Slowly but steadily, she pulled herself up. She looked around. Where was she? She had never seen anything like this before. The walls didn't look like they were made from stone, but from something smooth. The ceiling was much the same; it was smooth except it had strange looking rectangular white objects, which were really bright and evenly spread out. The bed, where she was, had a metal railing. It looked expensive, like the metal used to make the soldier's swords. She touched it with fascination. It was cool. She stopped. There was a funny beeping sound and a pile of funny looking things, tubes and bags. Some of the things were moving. She backed away and then hit her head against the wall behind her. Rubbing her head, she turned looked to her other side. There were flowers. She signed and smiled sweetly. She went to touch them, and lean forward to smell them. They didn't smell the way flowers should, or felt like flowers. It was hard and really smooth. She backed away from them slowly.

"Hey, how are you?" She jumped.

There was a lady standing next to her bed. She was wearing, well it wasn't rags. Didn't look dirty or ripped, but it wasn't a gown that the nobles wore. She tilted her head and stared. It was different. She didn't really like it. She looked down at what she was wearing. It was blue and had a high neck. She never remembered owning something like this. Her hands moved to the back of this thing she was wearing. There was a knot at the top and it seemed to have split down the middle. She looked back at the lady.

"You okay?" The lady asked.

"I am fine, thankyou. May I ask, who are you?" Snow White asked.

"I'm Detective Olivia Benson, Special Victim's Unit." Olivia said, showing her, her badge.

"Detective? What's a detective?" She asked curious staring at the badge, with interest.

"I'm sorry; you don't know what a detective is?" Olivia asked.

"No, ma'am. We didn't have detectives in the castle." Snow White replied politely.


"Yes, ma'am, the castle. It's in the middle of the village. No one could miss it. My father and step- mother…" Snow White stopped. Tears started forming.

Olivia noticed this, "How about you tell me your name."

"Snow White." Snow White said bitting her lip.

"That's a nice name. Did your parents name you after the fairytale?"

"Fairytale? Sorry ma'am, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Call me Olivia. You know the fairytale of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs?"

Snow White's perfect eyebrows fused and she shook her head slightly.

"Okay, okay. How about you come down to the station and we'll talk there?"

"Station? Where's that?"

Olivia smiled. This girl didn't seem to understand a lot of the things that she was talking about. "You'll see."


Author's Note:

Okay, weird! I know! So what do you think? Oh by the way, just a thanks to everyone who proofread this chapter for me!