Epilogue:
A clean white sheet.

Nine months and six days later, in the wee hours near day beak- a scream rips through through the night with a startled screak.

The huntsman feels tears fall freely down his face as he holds his newborn daughter, so very tiny in his long arms.

He soothes away the film from her eyes; so bright and alert. He smiles at the child's mother.

"Hello Wee lass... My sweet baby girl." he looked back at Snow who nodded, answering the unasked question.

"My sweet Sara Elinor."

Ende.

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