- The way you've bewitched me.
What should I have him guess?
Choose something simple.
Your slipper, for example?
- And after that?
- Think of your glove.
- And for the third riddle?
- The third?
You will not need a third.
You're expected in the throne room.
Did you sleep well?
As well as Your Highness.
Tell me what I'm thinking of?
Think well, don't rush.
I thought you'd be quicker
than that.
Let him think!
Your slipper.
- He guessed right.
- He guessed right!
How smart he is!
How about the second thing
I thought of?
May I kiss your hand?
It will give me inspiration.
He can't be refused
his last wish.
Go ahead.
What you're thinking of
is not on your hand. A glove.
He guessed right!
Princess, I'm going to save you.
Gingerbread for everyone!
Lemonade and chocolate!
The third one...
you'll guess tomorrow.
His right guesses
make me desperate.
But if he can't guess the last one,
it will be so dreadful!
Then perhaps it's better
to let him guess.
If he guesses right,
I think I will lie.
You're incapable of lying.
This time think of my head.
I have to go.
See you tomorrow.
Who are you?
What do you want?
Your head.
The suitor...
I'll free her from your spell,
accursed Troll.
I'll cut off your ugly head
and take it to the palace in a sack.
That will be the answer.
Well, let's see
which of our heads
will fall first.
I have no use for your head,
Prince.
If you die, another prince'll come.
I cannot destroy you all.
You'd better cut off my head.
It's too heavy for me to bear.
But I doubt that
it'll bring you happiness.
Take my head to the princess,
and she will die of grief.
We've loved each other
for a long time.
Why don't you marry her then?
How could a princess
marry a troll,
a hobgoblin, cursed by everyone?
That would have broken
her father's heart.
What no one knows is
that I'm a prince like you,
but enchanted.
Only if the Princess were
to confess her love for me,
would the spell be broken.
But she will never do this.
She loves her father too much.
Then tell her
who you really are.
No, that way
the spell would never be broken.
No one could be unhappier
than I am.
So what good is my head to me?
It serves only to make me suffer.
Cut it off.
Try to guess for the last time
what object I'm thinking of.
- Why are you silent?
- I'm waiting.
For the hangman?
I've got a head here...
No, don't faint.
It's not the head
you were thinking about.
Go to hell
with your guesses!
Should've hanged him right away.
That's a head of cheese
to eat on the road,
because I'm leaving.
And here's the one you were
thinking of!
Who let that devil in here?
She loves him.
Let her marry him.
She's in love with him?
What a shame!
You're in love with a troll?
Oh God, how disgraceful!
Why d'you remain silent, Princess?
Stand up for your love!
Accursed devil's spawn.
I love him, it's true.
That means I can hope
to have a troll child.
A grandchild or two.
Well, I prefer to have here
a midwife than a hangman.
We're going to have a wedding!
Open all the wine cellars!
Theatres and prisons!
- I seem to have dozed off.
- I dreamed I saw skeletons.
- I've got a cramp in my leg.
- Mine feel dead, too.
Hello, handsome boy!
Why don't we get your birches
and my aspens together?
You're alive and unmarried still.
My trees've burned to the ground,
only the ashes are left.
Hey, traveller, wait!
Stop, please! Listen to me!
Stay back! Don't come closer!
I'm armed.
My aiming is terrible,
but I'll get you.
- I only wanted to ask my way.
- Stay where you are, bandit!
You must be after my painting!
How can you, a painter,
not wish for your painting
to be seen?
- Especially such a good one!
- Do you like it?
It's extraordinary!
It's the best thing
I've ever done.
I only hope the Princess
will appreciate it!
What princess?
- You mean you don't know her?
- No.
What a face, so intelligent,
so beautiful and pure!
Thank you so much.