Once upon a time in midwinter, when the snowflakes were falling like feathers from heaven, a queen sat sewing at her window. As she sewed, she looked up at the snow and pricked her finger with her needle. Three drops of blood fell into the snow. The red on the white looked so beautiful that she thought to herself, “If only I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the wood in this frame.” One year l...