A guard has taken pity on me, I have befriended him. I give him a kiss as he lets me slip out in the night. As fast as I can I run through the cold, my bare feet cutting on the stone, straight to the house of the wizard. I show him the key I've worn around my neck for so long, he looks at it in astonished disbelief and then kneels before me as his Queen.

The next day, I throw candy at children who clamour at get a glimpse of me in the triumphant parade that takes me back to the palace, where I am crowned.