Isn't There an Icelandic Version of Cinderella?

The idea that we have of fairy tales as a girl in a beautiful dress marrying a prince over and over again, is entirely recent. In the nineteenth century, gibantista basile's version of cinderella, she marries the prince but goes back to the wicked stepmother with a trunk full of clothes. The wicked stepmother leans in to look at the clothes, and cinderella slams down the lead and chops her head off. Andyo, that is often what fairy tales really were. They have this kind of grittiness, a kind of darkness. They have blood in them, and they have completely unabashed acknowledgment of our darkest desire.