Back at the tent, Snow has been moved to a new tent. Her hands and feet were unbinded and free. She sits on the edge of the bed, larger than the one in the previous tent with eyes still closed. The lady with white hair walks into the tent, covered in a piece of white clothing. A young girl followed her in, holding a clay bowl. "The ritual is complete, Vasílíssa" She bows slightly, stretching the bowl forward. The lady, Vasílíssa, takes the bowl from her and downs the content in it down her throat. Her black eyes dilates and her she licks her lips before returning the empty bowl back to the maid.
The maid leaves the tent. Vasílíssa stalks towards Snow. She sits on the bed next to her. She tilts her head with her index finger. "Tonight, you will be mine. Your body and soul" she whispers tauntingly. She rests her forehead on Snow's head and starts to whisper incoherent words to her.
"Snow! Snow"
