One day, in the middle of a freezing-cold winter night, the queen was doing needlework and sitting by the window, when she was startled by a bluebird who let out a shrill cry. Accidentally, she pricked her finger and a drop of her blood fell upon the snow. “Oh, how I wish I had a daughter whose lips were as red as blood, whose hair was as black as the ebony sky, and whose skin was as pale and white as the snow. . .” she sighed.
Then, lo and behold, on day the queen found herself pregnant. The entire kingdom rejoiced that day, for they themself had been waiting years for a new princess or prince to arrive. They threw great parties and feasts and everything was filled with laughing an singing.