In love stories where the man broke the princess heart she finds a wonderful prince. But where is mine?!
A man broke my heart.
But nobody came to save me.
Or am I not the princess?
What if I was the witch?
The witch what had a obsession with the prince and didn't let him go?
And at the first chance to escape, the prince left.
What if I really was the witch with the obsession?

If that's true I only have one thing to do.
To curse him or my heart is going to freeze.

But I don't gonna do that.
Maybe the fairytale gods will think about that and will give me my love story.
Maybe they are thinking about my noble deed.
That's my only chance to live.

I don't wanna have a frozen heart.
But in fairytales the witch always has a frozen heart. So am I.

Because I am the witch in this fairytale.