You lived quietly in the shadows of your stepfamily. One morning you found three hazelnuts, warm with hidden magic.

The first cracked open into a hunter’s outfit. Wearing it you lookedlike a man, you wandered the snowy woods and crossed paths with Prince Adrian. You helped him save a white stag, and in that brief moment, your eyes met with an unexpected spark — a feeling that settled deep and soft in both of them.

The second hazelnut became a shimmering gown. At the ball,his parents held to marry him off, Adrian didn't recognized you not by your clothes, and not by your face that was hidden under a light pink veil matching your dress. You danced as if they’d known each other forever. But afraid he loved only the mystery. You left him a riddel "cheeks covered in cinder but the the cimney sweeper isn't it. Feaders on the head and a gun over the shoulder but a hunter isn't it . Dressed in silk with a veil but isn't a princess who am I ?" While runnig you left a shoe behind.

When he searched for you, he wasn’t chasing a dream — he was searching for the girl who made him feel something.

The third hazelnut gave you a pretty white dress-a wedding dresss. A promise of what is to become once he found you. He rode through night and day until one night he came onto your familys property, shoe in hand.