[read the sequel, 'snow white, blood red'] scroll down for part 2 the hut where grimhilde is born has only one window. she has no father. she has the woods. she knows this because her mother tells her, over and over: i cut my palm so deeply that it can no longer curl into a fist. the blood was hot. it melted the snow, and was swallowed by the dirt. the woods accepted. the woods gave me you. when she is born, the first sound she makes is the same sound all babies make: she cr