Once upon a time there was a fair maiden who was trapped in a tower. Her father had placed her there so that she stay a pure maiden until her marriage at her ripe age when which she would marry Prince Frederik. The Princess lamented every day as she could feel her face grow too cold when trapped inside stone walls, and every day she whispered to the wind to be sent a galliant knight who would set her free! However the wind failed to send her message to a galliant knight, it only sent her message to the owls who could only hoot through the night to ease the princessess misery. The princess grew cold, and colder still, and one winter she fell into a deep sleep in which she could not awaken. When her father found out she was unable to wake he asked for the village to build his princess a large fire, and soon all the viallge had their furniture and hay piled outside the fire and lit to warm the princess into wake. The fire burned and caused even the rabbits buried deep underneatht he ground to sweat, but still the princess did not wake! So the king placed the princess by the fire, and still the princess did not wake.
"This is all my fault!" cried the king in lament. "My dearest daughter has fallen under a cold spell from which she cannot wake!"
A taunting witch listening nearby then uttered a cry.
"That princess is dead!" the witch cried out. "Put her on the fire and let her fly!"
The king gasped and turned around, but the village doctor agreed that the body was so far turned that he could only write a script of 'dead' and have the king taught a cold lesson well learned.
The king bowed his head, and tossed his mind into shame, he had forgotten to keep the princesses cold prison warm and she had hence been maimed.
"Fine place her onto the fire;" he agreed.
The task was duely done. The witched then laughed.
"That princess had been cast under spell from which I could have had her undone!"
The king sighed as the witch ran away, and on the fire the princess woke and screamed! All the water in the village well was poured onto that fire, but the ashes spred too far and so the village people ran.
By morning there was only a lake of ash, and it was swept across with the wind on which the princess still sails to tell her tale.
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