The silence was unnerving. But, he supposed, that's what came of a soulless shinki. Little to no substance.

Snow squared his shoulders again and finally knocked on the door. "Twenty percent less beautiful..." he murmured to himself, disappointed. But it was the only way he'd be able to withstand a reflection of himself.

A shuffle was heard behind the door, some clattering, the surprise of having a guest was obvious before they even heard the voice. "C-coming! Com-- oh!" Another clatter. "Coming!"

Snow White grimaced as the door finally swung open, a tall, thin, and harried blonde woman at the door. "Yes? Can I help you?"

"Actually," Snow paused for dramatic flair and tossed his dark hair. "I'm here to help you. The gods have heard your prayers."

He waited. The girl stared.

"Is... Is this a joke?" she ventured.

Snow's cool demeanor finally broke. "Are you kidding me?" He would have thought he'd be more welcomed.