The Reign of Grimhilde the Wicked

Grimhilde's milkshake not only brought boys to the yard, but girls, too. It was a really, really good milkshake. She was the best dessert artist in the world, you see, at such a young age too. Her one downside was that she was secretly greedy and did not like to share, and so her ugliness transformed her into a hideous creature, and no one wanted her milkshakes anymore for she was not a fair maiden. 
     One night, she snuck out to meet the magician Rumplestiltskin and struck a deal with the wily wee devil. She would trade her milkshake making power for beauty and magic. Rumplestiltskin, who loved a good milkshake, agreed and conjured a magic blade to kill the woman who was fairest in the land: none other than the queen. "But how will I reach the queen unnoticed?" she asked croakily.
     Rumplestiltskin thought for a moment, before deciding upon conjuring up an invisible cloak as well. "Here you are my dear Grimhilde, but you must steal the Queen's beauty within 7 days or the magic will run out." Grimhilde nodded wearily.
     On the seventh day, Grimhilde snuck into the palace at night to the chambers of the sleeping queen, carefully stepping not to wake the babe in the basket by the the royals' bed. She stuck the queen with the knife and absorbed her beauty. When the king awoke he found his wife dead and a new fair maiden in the palace. Seduced by her beauty, he wished to marry her. And thus began the reign of Grimhilde the Wicked who could no longer make milkshakes.