Once upon a time, in a kingdom surrounded by misty mountains and whispering forests, there lived a kind-hearted princess named Snow White. Her hair was as dark as midnight, her cheeks as pink as rose petals, and her smile could brighten even the gloomiest day. But what made Snow White truly special was her gentle spirit. She loved talking to animals, singing to flowers, and helping anyone in need. 
Snow White’s stepmother, Queen Elvira, ruled the kingdom with a jeweled crown and a cold heart. She spent hours gazing into her magical mirror, asking, “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?” For years, the mirror replied, “You, my queen, are the fairest.” But one morning, everything changed. The mirror whispered, “Snow White’s kindness outshines the stars. She is now the fairest.”
The queen’s jealousy burned like wildfire. She ordered her trusted guard, Sir Cedric, to take Snow White deep into the forest. “Leave her there,” she commanded. But Sir Cedric, who had always admired the princess’s goodness, couldn’t bear to harm her. Instead, he urged Snow White to run far away and never return.
Snow White wandered through the forest until she stumbled upon a tiny cottage. Inside, seven little chairs stood around a table set with seven teacups. “Hello?” she called softly. When no one answered, she swept the floors, washed the dishes, and fell asleep on a cozy hearthrug.
At sunset, seven dwarfs returned from mining gems in the mountains. They gasped to find their home sparkling clean—and a stranger sleeping by the fire! “Who are you?” asked Doc, the eldest dwarf. Snow White woke with a start and shared her story. The dwarfs—Doc, Grumpy, Happy, Sleepy, Bashful, Sneezy, and Dopey—immediately offered her shelter. “You’re too kind to stay alone in the woods,” said Happy.
Meanwhile, Queen Elvira learned Snow White was alive. Disguising herself as an old apple seller, she crafted a shiny red apple poisoned with a sleeping spell. “One bite, and Snow White will never wake,” she cackled.
The next day, Snow White baked pies for her new friends. A wrinkled old woman knocked on the cottage door. “Try a sweet apple, dearie,” she croaked. Snow White hesitated—the dwarfs had warned her about strangers—but the queen insisted. Just as Snow White took a bite, the dwarfs rushed home from work! The queen fled, dropping her disguise in the chaos.
Snow White fell into a deep sleep. The dwarfs wept, placing her in a glass coffin under a willow tree. Days passed, but her cheeks stayed rosy, as if she were dreaming. One morning, Prince Adrian, a ruler from a neighboring kingdom, rode through the forest. He’d heard tales of a princess with a heart of gold and wanted to meet her. When he saw Snow White, he knelt beside her. “Such warmth shouldn’t be lost,” he whispered.
As he gently touched her hand, Snow White’s eyes fluttered open! The dwarfs cheered—the spell had broken because of an act of pure love. Prince Adrian invited Snow White to his kingdom, but she smiled and said, “I’ll visit, but my home is here with my friends.”
Queen Elvira, hearing of Snow White’s awakening, returned to her mirror. This time, she asked, “Mirror, who holds the truest beauty?” The mirror replied, “Snow White’s kindness healed even your hatred, my queen.” Shamed, Elvira vowed to change. She sent gifts to the cottage and apologized, learning that true beauty grows from love, not envy.
From then on, Snow White split her time between the dwarfs’ cottage and the castle, teaching others to care for one another. The dwarfs became royal gem advisors, the animals danced at forest feasts, and the kingdom thrived with laughter.
And so, whenever someone asks, “Who’s the fairest of them all?” the answer is always the same: “The one who shares their heart.”
The end. Sweet dreams, little ones.
