The Frog King

Once upon a time there was a princess. She was just like princesses should be: Graceful, pretty, peaceful, well-behaved.
She lived in a castle and had a little crown that everyone envied.
She combed her long hair in front of the mirror, day in, day out.
There was only one thing she liked better than combing her hair. And that was playing ball.
She played with her golden ball. Never, not once, did she drop the ball.
That's how it's written - but her reflection has a memory of its own and messes up the narrative.
As if that wasn't enough, an uninvited guest turns up,
heroically saves what can be saved and boldly brings the story to a close.
An ending that not even the princess could have dreamed of, because:
This ending is a beginning