A young girl walked through the town of Norrowist idly, her pretty face turned up toward the sky, enjoying the feeling of sunlight on her skin. It was an odd town to say the least. As she was strolling down the street she passed a midget-sized man who was obsessed with names, gold, and cruel deals. He was Rumplestiltskin, the town car dealer. A striped cat grinned at her as she passed, showing rows of straight, blunt teeth. And as she passed under a window, a sweet melody reached her ears. At the same moment, a pair of blue birds flew into the same window.<br/><br/>The young girl smiled, swinging her grocery basket happily as she walked along. Her short silver hair tickled her cheeks and her dark blue eyes shone with cheer as she greeted one of the elderly ladies resting on their porch with a polite little wave. She wore a red hooded shirt with long sleeves and a short black skirt with black leggings and white boots. There was a little red bow in her silvery hair and it bounced gently as she walked.<br/><br/>The girl, Snow Markenson, came upon the town square and a curious display of normalcy in the town of Norrowist. The local musician boy was being chased by an obsessive flock of white pigeons, a terrified expression on his face. Townspeople milled about slowly, eyeing the boy with curiosity. Snow only smiled passively and slipped into the grocery store, brushing passed a boy with black hair on her way.<br/><br/>She spent her time selecting the ingredients for dinner tonight. Grandma had asked for chicken Caesar salad, and Snow was set on grilling the chicken to perfection and finding the best cucumbers the store had to offer. Her goods purchased and basket full, she left the store after a cheerful conversation with the cashier, a smile on her face.