When the dwarves laid the princess in the crystal coffin, the forest fell silent, and it has been silent ever since.
First, the Owl came and watched over her. Then the Raven came and watched. When the Raven’s time ended, I came and settled on the shoulder of the dwarf who sits with her.
His tears have stopped flowing for he has come to understand what has not changed. Snow-White’s ebony hair has not changed. Her blood-red cheeks have not changed. Her snow-white skin has not changed. Winter has passed and she is still with us. Peace settles in the forest, the peace before spring.
The Dove of Peace in Snow White, Grimms. Illustration by John B. Gruelle