The idea that hopefully every Folktale Princess was once happy, at least at some point in their life – even if we only pick up on the drama when telling their stories – made up for a tribute to a Princess’ Happiness that (at least) once was. Or will be!
Some maladies don’t profile, they simply exist. There is no running away once this one has manifested itself, but you can’t blame anyone from at least trying to outrun it.
Or from the people that are looking to eradicate it.
Who goes there, stealing other people’s first steps on the snow?
The much favoured pass-time of walking on freshly fallen snow interrupted by footsteps hidden from sight on a place that should be deserted were enough to send a shiver up her spine, and this time not from the cold.
But that alone won’t keep this Dame from investigating further and following the footsteps.
A warm welcoming, happy to see her Father back in one piece from a campaign.
No matter the efforts of the maids that carefully combed her hair, a girl’s energy can’t be contained when meeting again with the Father she hasn’t seen for a long while.
The flowers she picked and braided together replace the gold that rests on a King’s head.