Her sisters have sacrificed their hair to give Ariel the opportunity to return to the ocean as a mermaid. The octopus witch has given the sisters a magical dagger in exchange for their beautiful hair. In order to redeem herself from her previous agreement with the octopus witch, Ariel must stab the prince in the heart and with the blood put on her human feet, she would be transformed back into a mermaid to live out her three hundred years 'under the sea.'
But Ariel does not do that. She entered the marital tent on that ship to look one last time at the now married couple sleeping in a conjugal embrace and as dawn appeared, she threw herself overboard into the sea and became sea-foam, which had been her agreement with the octopus witch. In her new and unfamiliar state she asks aloud, Where am I?
The surrounding sea foam answered: "Among the daughters of the air. A mermaid has not an immortal soul, nor can she obtain one unless she wins the love of a human being. On the power of another hangs her eternal destiny. But the daughters of the air, although they do not possess an immortal soul, can, by their good deeds, procure one for themselves. We fly to warm countries, and cool the sultry air that destroys mankind with the pestilence. We carry the perfume of the flowers to spread health and restoration. After we have striven for three hundred years to all the good in our power, we receive an immortal soul and take part in the happiness of mankind. You, poor little mermaid, have tried with your whole heart to do as we are doing; you have suffered and endured and raised yourself to the spirit-world by your good deeds; and now, by striving for three hundred years in the same way, you may obtain an immortal soul”
“After three hundred years, thus shall we float into the kingdom of heaven. And we may even get there sooner,” whispered one of her companions. “Unseen we can enter the houses of men, where there are children, and for every day on which we find a good child, who is the joy of his parents and deserves their love, our time of probation is shortened. The child does not know, when we fly through the room, that we smile with joy at his good conduct, for we can count one year less of our three hundred years. But when we see a naughty or a wicked child, we shed tears of sorrow, and for every tear a day is added to our time of trial!”
Challenge III: Disney Princesses
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