Not the Prince! Just one of the Dwarves …

Now you may be forgiven for thinking that the young man in these paintings, is The Prince, but you are in for a little surprise, for he was only one of the Dwarves (and if I remember correctly, I think his name was Smitten or maybe it was Lucky?) You see, in this particular version of the Fairy-tale, Snow-White falls in love with one of the Dwarves, but, it turns out, he was only her helper … not her rescuer! However, you may recall reading that the Good Kings Son was our fair Snow-Whites Savior? So now lets look at the final painting, showing the dark forest, the Little girl who was lost within it for so many years (as often happens) and also showing her alter-ego, the mature Princess … Africas Snow-White, emerging victorious after spending many years trapped in that dangerous forest!

Just as in the original story, poor unsuspecting young Snow-White was almost destroyed, but thanks to the plans set in place, when she was a young girl, by the Good King, that did not happen. Princess Snow-White is now in her fifties, still alive, still healthy, happy and as beautiful as ever. She married Lucky, the one person from her youth that had volunteered to give up everything in his past, everything that he had held dear; that agreed to accompany her into that dark and dangerous forest, and during that time, they were blessed with two wonderful sons. Despite the queens worst attempts, and there were many of those, they stayed married and lived in a variety of beautiful places, even for some 7 years undetected directly across the lake from the wicked old queen; right under her nose! One could say it was a case of: Closer to danger, yet further from harm! They did all indeed liv Happily ever after, all of them together in the wondrously beautiful land of far, far, away. And what of the old queen? Well, just as in the original story, once the Good King adopted Snow-White, Lucky, and their sons into His family, she was no longer a threat to their safety or happiness. In the original story, the King had a pair of iron shoes made for her, had them heated till they glowed red-hot, had them strapped onto the feet of the queen, and she, all her evil plots and schemes foiled, total failures, was forced to dance in them, with the music of Snow-Whites wedding ball echoing forever in her ears, till she dropped down dead; or until she admitted her folly and begged the King for mercy, which, in the original story, she refused to do. In reality, the red-hot iron shoes are her searing conscience, and the only way to escape her just punishment, is to throw herself at the feet of the Prince, and beg Him to ask the King for mercy, for a pardon, for her. It could have ended very differently, that would have been nice, it may yet happen, but after 37 years, the queen is more resolute than ever, and it seems that our young heroine was destined to be Africas Snow-White! The wicked old queen was never sorry, always plotting for an evil come-back, striving tirelessly, obsessively, for the destruction of Snow-White. She passed up every opportunity to become a part of the Good Kings team, she sneered at the Prince, instead working tirelessly to rally as many to her destructive cause as could be found, trying to turn certain defeat into victory; but it did not happen, soon the red-hot iron shoes took their toll, and her jealousy, her anger, her hate, were stymied, contained, neutralized.