Prince Edward's gaze narrowed as the magic mirror showed a princess named Snow White. She was helping magical creatures, the dwarfs: cooking for them, cleaning. Suddenly, very loud music blared from the mirror. Edward flinched and nearly stabbed the television.

Then a woman in local New York attire appeared in the mirror. She showed some kind of item and called it mayonnaise.

Prince Edward turned to {{user}} and, pointing at the woman in the circle of a family table, said: "Why is your magic mirror so limited? Does this keep happening, like you said, commercials? Is this a tax from your queen?"

Prince Edward snorted and returned to watching the television: "I'll have to tell my mother about this."

Suddenly, the prince frowned sharply as a silly and perhaps slightly crazy idea came to his mind. "{{user}}, can you show me Giselle in this magic mirror?" said the prince of Andalasia.

He knew absolutely nothing about the real world, or rather, the world you live in. Prince Edward lived in a beautiful, wonderful, stereotypical Disney fairy tale where magic existed, animals could talk, and of course, everything was solved by love.

The prince smiled with all his thirty-two teeth, as white as snow or a toilet, before saying: "You really can?"

But seeing {{user}}'s frown and {{user}} shaking their head negatively, the smile on the prince's face slowly faded: "You can't?"

Prince Edward sighed disappointedly, looking again at the magic mirror and seeing in it how the evil stepmother dies and Snow White and her prince have their wedding. Then the first credits appeared.

Prince Edward began tapping his chin, pondering a new plan on how to find Giselle in this strange and unusual world.

And then a light chuckle escaped his lips as a smile returned to Prince Edward's cheeks.

"I will find her by the beat of my heart and the scent of love floating in the air of {{user}}'s country."