The daughter had her own way in everything , and whatever she did was right in her mother 's eyes ; but the poor step-daughter had a hard time . Let her do what she would , she was always blamed , and got small thanks for all the trouble she took ; nothing was right , everything wrong ; and yet , if the truth were known , the girl was worth her weight in gold -- she was so unselfish and good-hearted . But her step-mother did not like her , and the poor girl 's days were spent in weeping ; for it was impossible to live peacefully with the woman . The wicked shrew was determined to get rid of the girl by fair means or foul , and kept saying to her father : ` Send her away , old man ; send her away -- anywhere so that my eyes sha 'n' t be plagued any longer by the sight of her , or my ears tormented by the sound of her voice . Send her out into the fields , and let the cutting frost do for her . ' In vain did the poor old father weep and implore her pity ; she was firm , and he dared not gainsay her . So he placed his daughter in a sledge , not even daring to give her a horse-cloth to keep herself warm with , and drove her out on to the bare , open fields , where he kissed her and left her , driving home as fast as he could , that he might not witness her miserable death . Deserted by her father , the poor girl sat down under a fir-tree at the edge of the forest and began to weep silently . Suddenly she heard a faint sound : it was King Frost springing from tree to tree , and cracking his fingers as he went . At length he reached the fir-tree beneath which she was sitting , and with a crisp crackling sound he alighted beside her , and looked at her lovely face . ` Well , maiden , ' he snapped out , ` do you know who I am ? I am King Frost , king of the red-noses . ' ` All hail to you , great King ! ' answered the girl , in a gentle , trembling voice . ` Have you come to take me ? ' ` Are you warm , maiden ? ' he replied . ` Quite warm , King Frost , ' she answered , though she shivered as she spoke . Then King Frost stooped down , and bent over the girl , and the crackling sound grew louder , and the air seemed to be full of knives and darts ; and again he asked : ` Maiden , are you warm ? Are you warm , you beautiful girl ? '
And though her breath was almost frozen on her lips , she whispered gently , ` Quite warm , King XXXXX . '
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