Title: Mother Holle or Frau Holle, Brothers Grimm fairy tale #24
Frau Holle summary: (Jump to the fairy tale.) A widow favors her lazy daughter over her industrious stepdaughter, forcing the stepdaughter to sit at a loom and weave and weave until her fingers bleed.
When the stepdaughter accidentally drops part of the loom into a well (she was trying to clean it of her blood), her stepmother orders her in after it.
The stepdaughter obeys - despite the danger of drowning - loses consciousness, then awakens in a magical place, where she happens upon the home of Frau Holle (Mother Holle).
The kindly old lady takes her in, on the promise of the stepdaughter helping out around the house, which the stepdaughter is only too pleased to do. The stepdaughter lives the good life and knows it, but over time grows lonely for her home.
Frau Holle understands and sends her off with two gifts. The first is the piece from the loom that had fallen in the well. The second is a shower of gold that falls upon her (and adheres to her) as she leaves Frau Holle's for the last time.
The stepdaughter finds herself transported back home and is "well received," as might be expected when someone has lots of gold stuck to them!
The widow decides she'd like her lazy daughter to return covered with gold as well, and so she puts her through the same routine. However, when the lazy daughter emerges in the magical world of Frau Holle, she acts like the brat she is, and Frau Holle rewards her with a shower not of gold, but of tar.
Which never comes off.
Frau Holle - Magical:
The beautiful stepdaughter emerges, Alice in Wonderland fashion, in a magical land on the other side of not a rabbit but a well.
Talking bread. Talking apples.
Rains of gold and of pitch (tar).
The feathers in Frau Holle's bed are the snowflakes that fall upon the land.
Frau Holle - Notable:
Holle is thought to descend from mythological Norse characters (like
Thor and Odin). Much celebrated in the Hesse region of Germany, legend
endows her with goddess-like powers over the realms of children, winter
and weaving. She is kind...unless someone merits something other than
Other versions of Frau Holle
John Warren Stewig retells Frau Holle as Mother Holly in picture book form for English-speaking audiences.
There was once a widow who had two daughters one of whom was pretty and industrious, whilst the other was ugly and idle. But she was much fonder of the ugly and idle one, because she was her own daughter; and the other, who was a step-daughter, was obliged to do all the work, and be the Cinderella of the house.
Every day the poor girl had to sit by a well, in the highway, and spin and spin (that is, weave) till her fingers bled.
Now it happened that one day the shuttle (part of the loom, the weaving machine) was marked with her blood, so she dipped it in the well, to wash the mark off; but it dropped out of her hand and fell to the bottom. She began to weep, and ran to her step-mother and told her of the mishap. But she scolded her sharply, and was so merciless as to say, "Since you have let the shuttle fall in, you must fetch it out again."
So the girl went back to the well, and did not know what to do; and in the sorrow of her heart she jumped into the well to get the shuttle. She lost her senses; and when she awoke and came to herself again, she was in a lovely meadow where the sun was shining and many thousands of flowers were growing.
Along this meadow she went,
and at last came to a baker's oven full of bread, and the bread cried
out, "Oh, take me out! take me out! or I shall burn; I have been baked a
long time!" So she went up to it, and took out all the loaves one after
another with the bread-shovel. After that she went on till she came to a
tree covered with apples, which called out to her, "Oh, shake me! shake
me! we apples are all ripe!" So she shook the tree till the apples fell
like rain, and went on shaking till they were all down, and when she
had gathered them into a heap, she went on her way.
At last she came to a little house, out of which an old woman peeped; but she had such large teeth that the girl was frightened, and was about to run away.
But the old woman called out to her, "What are you afraid of, dear child? Stay with me; if you will do all the work in the house properly, you shall be the better for it. Only you must take care to make my bed well, and shake it thoroughly till the feathers fly for then there is snow on the earth. I am Frau Holle."*
As the old woman spoke so kindly to her, the girl took courage and agreed to enter her service. She attended to everything to the satisfaction of her mistress, and always shook her bed so vigorously that the feathers flew about like snow-flakes. So she had a pleasant life with her; never an angry word; and boiled or roast meat every day.
She stayed some
time with Frau Holle, and then she became sad. At first she did not
know what was the matter with her, but found at length that it was
home-sickness: although she was many thousand times better off here than
at home, still she had a longing to be there.
At last she said to the old woman, "I have a longing for home; and however well off I am down here, I cannot stay any longer; I must go up again to my own people."
Frau Holle said, "I am pleased that you long for your home again, and as you have served me so truly, I myself will take you up again." Thereupon she took her by the hand, and led her to a large door. The door was opened, and just as the maiden was standing beneath the doorway, a heavy shower of golden rain fell, and all the gold remained sticking to her, so that she was completely covered over with it.
"You shall have that because you have been so industrious," said Frau Holle; and at the same time she gave her back the shuttle which she had let fall into the well.
Thereupon the door closed, and the maiden found herself up above upon the earth, not far from her mother's house.
And as she went into the yard the cock was standing by the well-side, and cried
Your golden girl's come back to you!"
she went in to her stepmother, and as she arrived thus covered with
gold, she was well received, both by her and her stepsister.
The girl told all that had happened to her; and as soon as the mother heard how she had come by so much wealth, she was very anxious to obtain the same good luck for the ugly and lazy daughter. She had to seat herself by the well and spin; and in order that her shuttle might be stained with blood, she stuck her hand into a thorn bush and pricked her finger. Then she threw her shuttle into the well, and jumped in after it.
She came, like the other, to the beautiful meadow and walked along the very same path. When she got to the oven the bread again cried, "Oh, take me out! take me out! or I shall burn; I have been baked a long time!"
But the lazy thing answered, "As if I had any wish to make myself dirty?" and on she went.
Soon she came to the apple-tree, which cried, "Oh, shake me! shake me! we apples are all ripe!"
But she answered, "Not very likely! one of you might fall on my head," and so went on.
she came to Frau Holle's house she was not afraid, for she had already
heard of her big teeth, and she hired herself to her immediately.
The first day the lazy daughter forced herself to work diligently, and obeyed Frau Holle when she told her to do anything, for she was thinking of all the gold that she would give her. But on the second day she began to be lazy, and on the third day still more so, and then she would not get up in the morning at all. Neither did she make Frau Holle's bed as she ought, and did not shake it so as to make the feathers fly up.
Frau Holle was soon tired of this, and gave her notice to leave. The lazy girl was willing enough to go, and thought that now the golden rain would come. Frau Holle led her too to the great door; but while she was standing beneath it, instead of the gold a big kettleful of pitch was emptied over her. "That is the reward for your service," said Frau Holle, and shut the door.
So the lazy girl went home; but she was quite covered with pitch, and the cock by the well-side, as soon as he saw her, cried out
Your pitchy girl's come back to you!"
But the pitch stuck fast to her, and could not be got off as long as she lived.
* Thus in Hesse, when it snows, they say, "Frau Holle is making her bed."
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