How to become an Evil Queen
Step one
Be born as a daughter to a man who only wants a son. Cause your mother’s death with your birth, and grow up in her shadow, hearing about how strong and beautiful she was. Hear how she was the fairest of them all, and don’t realize that that is the only thing anyone will ever remember about her.
Step two
Spend your childhood searching for validation from a man who only scorns you. Desperately try to please a man who has already decided to hate you. Grow up, knowing that he hates you for taking away a girl that was so beautiful that your father married her despite her only being a maid. Hope that your beauty will cause someone to love you that much. 
Step three
Grow up gaining compliments on your beauty. Grow up constantly being compared to a dead woman, and have a small shameful part of you that hates her. Find solace in the books that your ancestors kept hidden away. Find spells and magic and finally find something you can do well in. Keep it hidden as a secret, knowing those with magic are never regarded the same. (try to summon your mother spirit and fail, try again and again and again, and always fail because you need to love the deceased to summon them and you have never known love.)
Step four
Meet a widowed king. See your father smile at you for the first time as the king asks you to come with him. Find out this king is looking for companionship, not love, and feel your hope for someone to love you falter. Hear him speak about needing a mother for a little girl and feel jealousy at the way this man speaks so lovingly about the girl who killed his wife, while your father won’t look you in the eyes.
Step five
Marry the king anyway, and see pride in your father’s eyes for the first time. Feel none of the joy you thought you would. Then, meet the your husband’s daughter and see how beautiful she is, and feel as if you look at a younger version of yourself until she smiles in a way that is too happy, too carefree for a daughter of a man with no sons. Feel slight jealousy as your husband breaks away from your first dance as a couple to gather his girl up in his arms while she laughs.(ignore the odd feeling when this girl runs up to you and tries to hold your hand. Ignore her and focus on the way that your husband looks at her as if she is everything let that rage and jealousy fuel your pettiness as you refuse the child’s hand and insists you need the restroom.)
(Step five point six
Try not to fall in love with the softness in the moments he gives you. Try not to fall in love with the compliments and the soft touches and the warmth in his eyes. Try not to melt into his arms when he holds you during your first dance. Try not to Bask in the brief moments where it is just you and him and feel resentment and jealousy swirl in you whenever he leaves your side to go greet his child. Hate the kindness in her eyes and the way he would do anything for her. Hate how, barely a month after your marriage, he asks you to care for his daughter as his last goodbye. Ignore the relief in his eyes when you agree)
Step six
Attend your husband’s funeral. Look at the man who left your honeymoon to go to war, leaving you with his daughter who is far too kind and happy for a child of a royal. Remember the slight kindness in his eyes towards you, and wonder if it’s crueler to be on the edge of love and loose the chance to love, or to be shown love and be unable to recognize it until it is too late. Get no sympathy or comfort from anyone aside from a single guard who stays while your side well everyone else comforts, the crying princess. Think of the days that you would cry for love and how no one would comfort you. When your husband‘s child approaches, push her away and leave the funeral early.
(Step six point five
Use the magic you never told your husband you have to try and get a part of him. Realize that while you love him, is not enough to fully bring him back the way you wish. Connect his spirit into the mirror that is the only thing you have from your mother, and feel a strange mix of an emotions when you see his face again. Converse with him daily, but recognize that the longer he stays in it, he becomes less of a person and more of a servant. Do not free him because this is the only time he will ever fully focus on you. Ask him if you are the most beautiful and feel content for the first time because now you have proof that you are indeed worth something. Ask him the same question every day and never get tired of hearing your husband’s voice saying that you are the best.)

Step seven
Go further into magic, grasping onto the only power you have ever had to enhance the most important thing about you, your beauty. Instruct your new servants to make your stepdaughter do all the chores she can, and think of all the times you were told your beauty meant you didn’t need to do those things. Try to decide if it is spite or a sense of responsibility that makes you let a child do chores far beyond what she should do covering herself in dirt as she learns skills you never had.
Step eight
Have the man in the mirror (your last piece of a man you almost loved) inform you that you are no longer the most beautiful. Feel as if you are about to die because your beauty is all you have. Your beauty is the only part of you that matters and now you are no longer the most beautiful, now you are no longer good enough. Have him tell you how the girl who you’ve never been able to fully love, the now young woman you always felt second fiddle to is the fairest. Look out the window and see the girl you’ve never been able to fully love or loathe singing with a boy and be reminded of the story of your parents, how your father was so entranced by your mother‘s beauty, he didn’t care she was dressed in rags. Feel jealousy and hatred whirling inside of you and decide you can’t let this girl take away the one thing you have.
Step nine
Send the Huntsman to kill her and bring you her heart. Assure yourself that as long as you are not the one dealing the killing blow, you are not fully responsible for what you’ve done. Wait anxiously for him to return and when he does, feel a sense of relief at knowing that you are the fairest again. Ask your mirror and find out that the only one who comforted you at your husband‘s funeral has now betrayed you for the girl everyone loves. Do not kill him, because he was the only one who showed you kindness after the loss of your husband. Enchant him instead, so he can never leave you.

Step ten
Go into the woods, disguised as an old lady and find her. Look at her and see a face that is so youthful and soft that you cannot help but scowl. Offer her an apple and watch her collapse. Expect to feel powerful and happy but instead you feel an odd sense of grief. Look at this girl and for the first time realized that she was just like you. Laugh at the irony and ignore the hysteria of knowing that you killed another version of yourself, of knowing you killed someone who had lost a parent and had grown up walking the halls, hearing stories of the beauty of her mother, searching for the love of someone who would never love her. Laugh as you mourn the fact that if you had had another life if jealousy and fighting hadn’t been all you had known, you could’ve had a daughter just like you. Laugh at the fact you became your father.
Step eleven
Be chased by the men who loved your daughter in a way you had never been loved. Run from them and find a pass that has a fork in it. The first way needs to a path that you know from childhood. It will lead you to your father‘s castle, the place you grew up in. Your father who you have not spoken to since the day you got married. Imagine his face and be disgusted as you realize how much you look like him. Look at the second path and know it leads to a mountain, a dead end. Try to imagine your husband‘s voice saying you’re with the fairest again. Fail and only think of the little girl who tried to dance with you at your wedding, who tried to find comfort in you at her father’s funeral. Think of how you became, the man who hurt you your whole life, and imagine going home to him. imagine living what you’ve done. Make a choice.
Step twelve
As you watch the rock fall on you, let your last thought be of your wedding. Of your husband‘s arms around you during the first dance, and the only time you ever saw your stepdaughter laugh. Imagine a life that never happened where you had a husband who taught you how to love and a daughter who you taught to be more than just beauty. Close your eyes, and hope that your daughter never suffers the way you did. Die, hoping that your magic fails with you and that the man in the mirror can finally rest, and the huntsman is freed. Wish you could apologize to them for clinging to their love in a way that only hurt them.
(Step thirteen
Apologize to yourself for believing your father when he said that your beauty was the most important thing. Apologize to Snow white about becoming a second version of the man who tormented your childhood. Apologize to your mother about reducing her to her Portrait because all anyone spoke of was her beauty. Apologize and pray that Snow White is kinder to her children than you ever were to her.)

