It was the middle of winter and the snow-flakes were falling like feathers from the sky, and a king sat at his window working and his embroidery-frame was of ebony. As he worked, gazing at times out on the snow, he pricked his finger and there fell from it three drops of blood on the snow. When he saw how bright and red it looked, he said to himself, “Oh that I had a child a white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the wood of the embroidery frame!” Not very long after the queen had a son with hair as white as snow, lips as red as blood, and skin as black as ebony and he was named Snow-white. When he was born the king died. After a year had gone by the queen took another husband, a beautiful man, but proud and overbearing and he could not bear to be surpassed in beauty by any one.