Once upon a time it was the middle of winter; the flakes of snow were falling like feathers from the sky; a Queen sat at a window sewing, and the frame of the window was made of black ebony. As she was sewing she looked out of this window and she thought to herself: “Would that I had a child with skin as white as snow, with lips as red as blood, and hair as black as the wood of the window-frame!” Soon after that she had a little daughter, whose skin was as white as snow, lips were as red as blood, and hair was as black as ebony; so she was called Little Snow-white. And when the child was born, the Queen died. A year after, the King took to himself another wife. She was beautiful but proud, and she could not bear to have anyone else more beautiful. She had a wonderful Looking-glass, and when she stood in front of it, and looked at herself in it, and said: “Looking-glass, Looking-glass, on the wall, Who in this land is the fairest of all?” The Looking-glass answered: “You, O Queen, are the fairest of all!” At last she was pleased, for she knew the Looking-glass spoke the truth. Now Snow-white grew up, and became more and more beautiful; and when she was seven years old she was as beautiful as the day, and more beautiful than the Queen herself. And once when the queen asked her Looking-glass: “Looking-glass, Looking-glass, on the wall, Who in this land is the fairest of all?” It answered: “You are fairer than all who are here, Lady Queen, But more beautiful by far is Snow-white, I ween.” Then the Queen was angry, and turned green with envy. From that hour, whenever she looked at Snow-white, her breath came and went, she hated the girl so much. And envy grew higher and higher in her heart like a weed, so that she had no peace day or night. She called a huntsman, and said: “Take the child away into the wood; I will no longer have her in my sight. Kill her, and bring me back her heart as a token.” The huntsman did as he was told, and took her away; but when he had drawn his knife, and was about to pierce Snow-white’s little heart, she began to weep, and said: “Ah, dear huntsman, leave me my life! I will run away into the wild wood, and never come home again.” And as she was so beautiful the huntsman had pity on her and said: “Run away, then, you poor child.” The wild beasts will soon kill her, thought he; and yet it seemed as if a stone had been rolled from his heart, since it was no longer needful for him to kill her. As a young boar just then came running by he stabbed it, and cut out its heart and took it to the Queen as a proof that the child was dead. The cook had to salt this, and the wicked Queen ate it, and thought she had eaten the heart of Snow-white. But now the poor child was all alone in the great wood, and so afraid that she started at every bush, and did not know what to do. Then she began to run, and ran over sharp stones and through thorns, and the wild beasts ran past her, but did her no harm. She ran as long as her feet would go, until it was almost evening; then she saw a little cottage, and went into it to rest herself. Everything in the cottage was small, but neater and cleaner than can be told. There was a table on which was a white cover, and seven little plates, and by each plate was a little spoon; there were seven little knives and forks, and seven little mugs. Against the wall stood seven little beds side by side, covered with snow-white coverlets. Little Snow-white was so hungry and thirsty that she ate some fruit and bread from each plate, and drank a drop of milk out of each mug, for she did not wish to take all from one only. Then, as she was so tired, she lay down on one of the little beds, but none of them suited her; one was too long, another too short; but at last she found the seventh one was just right, and so she stayed in it, said her prayers, and went to sleep. When it was quite dark the owners of the cottage came back; they were seven dwarfs who dug in the hills for gold. They lit their seven candles, and as it was now light within the cottage they could see that some one had been there, for everything was not in the same order in which they had left it. The first said, “Who has been sitting on my chair?” The second, “Who has been eating off my plate?” The third, “Who has been taking some of my bread?” The fourth, “Who has been eating my fruit?” The fifth, “Who has been using my fork?” The sixth, “Who has been cutting with my knife?” The seventh, “Who has been drinking out of my mug?” Then the first looked round and saw that there was a little hole in his bed, and he said: “Who has been getting into my bed?” The others came up and each called out: “Somebody has been lying in my bed too.” But the seventh, when he looked at his bed, saw little Snow-white, who was lying asleep there. And he called the others, who came running up, and they cried out with wonder, and brought their seven little candles and let the light fall on little Snow-white. “Oh, heavens! oh, heavens!” cried they, “what a lovely child!” and they were so glad that they did not wake her, but let her sleep on in the bed. And the seventh dwarf slept with the others, one hour with each, and so got through the night. When it was morning little Snow-white awoke, and was afraid when she saw the seven dwarfs. But they were friendly and asked her what her name was. “My name is Snow-white,” she answered. “How have you come to our house?” said the dwarfs. Then she told them that the Queen had wished to have her killed, but that the huntsman had spared her life; she had run for the whole day, until at last she had found their house. The dwarfs said: “If you will take care of our house, cook, make the beds, wash, sew, and knit; and if you will keep everything neat and clean, you can stay with us, and you shall want for nothing.” “Yes,” said Snow-white, “with all my heart,” and she stayed with them. She kept the house in order for them; in the mornings they went to the hills and looked for gold; in the evenings they came back, and then their supper had to be ready. The girl was alone the whole day, so the good dwarfs warned her and said: “Beware of the Queen; she will soon know that you are here; be sure to let no one come in.” But the Queen, thinking she had eaten Snow-white’s heart, began to suppose she was again the first and most beautiful person in the world; and she went to her Looking-glass and said: “Looking-glass, Looking-glass, on the wall, Who in this land is the fairest of all?” And the Glass answered: “O Queen, you are fairest of all I see, But over the hills, where the seven dwarfs dwell, Snow-white is still alive and well, And no one else is so fair as she.” And so she thought and thought again how she might kill Snow-white, for so long as she was not the fairest in the whole land, envy let her have no rest. And when she had at last thought of something to do, she made a comb that was full of poison. Then she took the shape of another old woman. So she went over the seven hills to the seven dwarfs, knocked at the door, and cried, “Good things to sell, cheap, cheap!” Little Snow-white looked out and said: “Go away; I cannot let any one come in.” “I suppose you can look,” said the old woman, and pulled the comb out and held it up. It pleased the girl so well that she let herself be coaxed and opened the door. When they had made a bargain the old woman said, “Now I will comb you properly for once.” Poor little Snow-white had no fear, and let the old woman do as she pleased, but hardly had she put the comb in her hair than the poison worked, and the girl fell down senseless. “You piece of beauty,” said the wicked woman, “you are done for now,” and she went away. But as good luck would have it, it was almost evening, and the seven dwarfs soon came home. When they saw Snow-white lying as if dead upon the ground, they knew at once the Queen had been there, and they looked and found the comb. Scarcely had they taken it out when Snow-white came to herself, and told them what had happened. Then they warned her once more to be upon her guard and to open the door to no one. The Queen, at home, went in front of the Glass, and said: “Looking-glass, Looking-glass, on the wall, Who in this land is the fairest of all?” Then it answered as before: “O Queen, you are fairest of all I see, But over the hills, where the seven dwarfs dwell, Snow-white is still alive and well, And no one else is so fair as she.” When she heard the Glass speak thus she shook with rage. “Snow-white shall die,” she cried, “even if it costs me my life!” She went into a secret room, where no one ever came, and there she made an apple full of poison. It was white with a red cheek, so that every one who saw it longed for it; but whoever ate a piece of it must surely die. When the apple was ready she painted her face, and dressed herself up as a country-woman, and so she went over the hills to the seven dwarfs. She knocked at the door. Snow-white put her head out of the window and said: “I cannot let any one in; the seven dwarfs have told me not to.” “It is all the same to me,” said the woman. “I shall soon get rid of my apples. There, I will give you one.” “No,” said Snow-white, “I dare not take anything.” “Are you afraid of poison?” said the old woman. “Look, I will cut the apple in two pieces; you eat the red cheek, and I will eat the white.” The apple was so cunningly made that only the red cheek was poisoned. Snow-white longed for the fine apple, and when she saw that the woman ate part of it she could stand it no longer, and stretched out her hand and took the other half. But hardly had she a bit of it in her mouth when she fell down dead. Then the Queen looked at her with a dreadful look, and laughed aloud and said: “White as snow, red as blood, black as ebony-wood! This time the dwarfs cannot wake you up again.” And when she asked of the Looking-glass at home: “Looking-glass, Looking-glass, on the wall, Who in this land is fairest of all?” It answered at last: “O Queen, in this land you are fairest of all.” Then her envious heart had rest, so far as an envious heart can have rest. When the dwarfs came home in the evening, they found Snow-white lying upon the ground; she breathed no longer, and was dead. They lifted her up, unlaced her, combed her hair, washed her with water and wine, but it was all of no use; the poor child was dead, and stayed dead. They laid her upon a bier, and all seven of them sat round it and wept for her, and wept three whole days. Then they were going to bury her, but she still looked as if she were living, and still had her pretty red cheeks. They said: “We could not bury her in the dark ground,” and they had a coffin of glass made, so that she could be seen from all sides, and they laid her in it, and wrote her name upon it in golden letters, and that she was a King’s daughter. Then they put the coffin out upon the hill, and one of them always stayed by it and watched it. And birds came too, and wept for Snow-white; first an owl, then a raven, and last a dove. And now Snow-white lay a long, long time in the coffin, and she did not change, but looked as if she were asleep; for she was as white as snow, as red as blood, and her hair was as black as ebony. It happened that a King’s son came into the wood, and went to the dwarfs’ house to spend the night. He saw the coffin on the hill, and the beautiful Snow-white within it, and read what was written upon it in golden letters. Then he said to the dwarfs: “Let me have the coffin, I will give you whatever you want for it.” But the dwarfs answered: “We will not part with it for all the gold in the world.” Then he said: “Let me have it as a gift, for I cannot live without seeing Snow-white. I will honor and prize her as the dearest thing I have.” As he spoke in this way the good dwarfs took pity upon him, and gave him the coffin. And now the King’s son had it carried away by his servants on their shoulders. And it happened that they stumbled over a tree-stump, and with the shock the piece of apple which Snow-white had bitten off came out of her throat. And before long she opened her eyes, lifted up the lid of the coffin, sat up, and was once more alive. “Oh, heavens, where am I?” she cried. The King’s son, full of joy, said: “You are with me,” and told her what had happened, and said, “I love you more than everything in the world; come with me to my father’s palace; you shall be my wife.” Snow-white was willing, and went with him, and their wedding was held with great show and splendor. The wicked Queen was also bidden to the feast. When she had put on her beautiful clothes, she went before the Looking-glass, and said: “Looking-glass, Looking-glass, on the wall, Who in this land is the fairest of all?” The Glass answered: “O Queen, of all here the fairest are you, But the young Queen is fairer by far, in truth!” Then the wicked woman gave a scream, and was so wretched, so utterly wretched, that she knew not what to do. At first she would not go to the wedding at all, but she had no peace, and must go to see the young Queen. And when she went in she knew Snow-white; and she stood still with rage and fear, and could not stir. But iron slippers had already been put upon the fire, and they were brought in with tongs, and set before her. Then she was forced to put on the red hot shoes, and dance until she dropped down dead.
Once upon a time, a seven-year-old beauty was forced to marry a cruel Prince, and once upon a time, the seven-year-old took hold of a knife, and once upon a time, a cruel Prince was stabbed to death in his sleep.
Once upon a time, a young, black-haired, red-lipped, snow-skinned girl was burned at the stake, and once upon a time, a fairy-tale was written.