The baby laughed for the first time. She had entered the world for the first time only a few short weeks ago. There was an irony that someone so innocent and full of joy could bare the cruel, harsh name she bore. Grimhilde. Her parents owned a masonry and lived in seclusion high up in the mountains. They lived in a grand house with little color. The child grew up alone. Her parents were strict every word they spoke had an edge to it. She was different than them. While they lived in monotone, she lived in color. She grew up reading fairy tales and always pretended she was a princess. Day dreaming that one day she'd find her prince. She was full of innocence and at that time in her life, nothing could make her feel any sadness or hurt, because she believed in happily ever afters.