In other words, she knows she is broken.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She tells no one of her brokenness. In a princess-pink room she nurses it, poring through storybooks in an artificial cave of serrated shadows and sheet creases until her flashlight flickers and dies. Graffitis margins with alternate endings so the itsy bitsy spider escapes the wrath of the rain. So the evil Djinn isn’t imprisoned in a bottle therefore doesn’t inherit his murderous rage. So Rumpelstiltskin eventually comes to love the first-born child, giving it back to the miller’s daughter upon witnessing from the shadows the depths of her grief.                               This is how her fascination begins.