Interview With the Princesses from Once Upon a Twisted Tale

Hello readers. Today, here at The Storyteller’s Scroll, we’d like to bring you the interviews our blogger did with several well-known princesses from “Once Upon a Twisted Tale.” We asked their reactions to having their stories “fractured,” a world where classic fairytales collide and intertwine in unexpected ways. and what their feelings were about the other fairytale characters becoming part of their stories for this poetry collection.

Interviewer: Welcome, ladies! It's an honor to have the heroines of Once Upon a Twisted Tale here. Let’s start with the obvious: What exactly happened to your stories?

Cinderella: “Well, my story started the usual way— dancing in horribly uncomfortable glass slippers. I mean blisters, as big as gumballs. So, I kicked them off and started to break dance in bare feet, but instead of busting a move, these two cut me off.” She nods to Rapunzel and Snow White.

Snow White: tried to get me to compete with her seven little men dancing partners, and Rapunzel was throwing a spin in front of me.

Red Riding Hood: Grinning, “Yeah, well. She wasn’t supposed to come with us. My story took a sharp left when I opened Granny’s door and found Rapunzel tied to the bedpost with her own braid, yelling about apples and witches.”

Rapunzel: Excuse me, Red, I was under a memory curse. Thank you very much. Some old hag dropped a poisoned apple into my story and—BOOM! I started cleaning and sweeping your grandmother’s cottage. How was I supposed to know a wolf was on his way?”

Snow White: “That apple was meant for me! It’s enchanted to only work on ‘the fairest of us all. And Rapunzel had just done a magical makeover, cutting her braid off, and everything. The witch got confused.

Interviewer: Sounds like destiny needs a better GPS. What was the hardest part about your stories colliding?

Cinderella: Honestly? Sharing screen time. Do you know how hard it is to be kissed by your “one true love” when Red’s playing “Warrior Queen” with a wolf two pages over?

Red Riding Hood: Well. I fixed his tail and changed mine. I have no time for whiny creatures, whether they’re a wolf or a Gingerbread Man. So, you won’t have to worry about either one of them. I took care of them both. We’ll never set eyes on them again.” Red wiped a cookie crumb from the corner of her mouth.

Rapunzel: The emotional whiplash of this “fracturing” was real. One moment I’m being serenaded in a tower, and the next I’m braiding Snow’s hair into a rope ladder while she's half-conscious from the seventh curse.

Snow White: (smiles wryly) I did apologize for that curse. Seven dwarfs, seven curses—it was a math joke gone wrong.

Interviewer: If you could rewrite one part of your new tangled tales, what would it be?

Cinderella: I’d demand boots. Combat, not fashion.

Red Riding Hood: I’d outlaw enchanted fruit. No more apples, no exceptions. Pears are fine.

Rapunzel: I’d keep a rope ladder under my bed so I could escape the tower anytime I wanted.

Suddenly, a fourth princess storms the stage.

Belle: “Hey, why did you start without me? I couldn’t get away from the Beast, even with the Magic Mirror.”

Red Riding Hood: The Magic Mirror? My stepmother’s magic mirror?”

Belle: I don’t know who it belonged to. It was in the castle, and everyone was sleeping except me.”

Cinderella: “Sleeping? Were you in Sleeping Beauty’s castle?”

Belle: “I don’t know. The only way I got out was by climbing down this giant beanstalk.”

Cinderella: That was Sleeping Beauty’s story. She left before you did, and she tried to pawn a stupid little frog off on me. She said I’d be free once and for all. I just had to kiss him.”

Rapunzel: “Ewww. Yuck! I’d never kiss a frog.”

Just then, an unknown princess ran across the stage.

Twelfth Dancing Princess: “Well, I did. It wasn’t so bad. He really was a prince, you know. A little weird, but a prince, nonetheless. He swam us to the gala where my other sisters were already dancing.

Belle: “So you all were dancing, while I was trying to get away from a talking candelabra and a chipped teacup? I had to swap that enchanted mirror for some enchanted beans that grew a stalk to the sky so I could climb down.

Red Riding Hood: “And now we’re back to food again. Poisoned apples? Magic beans? The next thing you know, you’ll be telling me about a pea beneath a mattress.”

Interviewer: “I don’t know anything about a pea.”

Pea Princess: “Well, I do.” A bedraggled princess with one slipper on and her hair all in tangles limped across the stage. “I couldn’t sleep for months, no matter how many mattresses I slept on. If it wasn’t for a little man with a long beard, I’d still feel like I was sleeping in the kitchen sink. He saved me.”

Red Riding Hood: “It was Doc was it?”

Pea Princess: “No. He said his name was Rumplestiltskin.”

Interviewer: “And what’s the best thing that came out of all this chaos?”

Cinderella: “New friendships.”

Red Riding Hood: “Sword skills.”

Rapunzel: “A sense of purpose beyond waiting in towers.”

Snow White: “And I finally found a prince who likes me for more than just my face. “

Belle: “Turns out, beastly curses build real emotional depth.”

Interviewer: “Final question. Will there be a sequel to your tangled tales?”

(All princesses glance at each other with wary smiles.)

Cinderella: “If there is, we’re writing it ourselves this time.”

Red Riding Hood: “And bringing snacks.”

Rapunzel: “And armor.”

Snow White: “And definitely no apples.”