It was a time upon which, at this moment, we are about to look back. The story starts on a freezing winter night. The air was cracking cold and the forest was silently screaming in pain as her trees were being whipped by the wind and tortured by the iced weather.

This very evening offered itself as the best opportunity for the grandmother to desire a visit, and what the old hag desired was what she needed, of course. Therefore, the evil stepmother sent her beautiful stepdaughter out on this dead night with a basket carrying cakes and butter. Done with her chores, the girl prepared for the trip, wrapping herself in her blood-red shawl.

That thick shawl made of sheep wool would keep her warm. But what a dazzling sight she was, her beauty magnified by the vivid scarlet surrounding her!

And so she left, carrying the precious basket and tackling the wind with her blood-like armour. The cakes and butter would probably be frozen solid by the time she reached her destination.

On the path to her grandmother's house,

Guess who she met?

Yes. She met the Wolf.

Attracted by the smell of woman's sweat mixed with sheep oil's, he had approached, and in all his kindness, offered her a bright red apple, as red as her, in which she bit and instantly fell asleep. The Wolf then ran along the path until he reached the Granny's house, knocked, received an answer, entered, ate the grandmother, and sat on the bed.

Suddenly,

his heart filled with remorse and he transformed into a charming prince! He ran back to find the girl he'd poisoned and kissed her to counter the curse of the apple. She woke up and they fell in love.

They left the path and went to live in the departed grandma's house, now empty, and lived happily until their death, when seven dwarfs, jealous of the love the girl felt for the prince, killed both in their sleep, chopping their heads off with a pickaxe. The two victim's souls escaped their corpses and flew to Neverland where they lived happily ever after and died nevermore.