The marsh king`s daughter

hin her, was there light and song, such as words cannot express.
“Now we must return;” he said; “you will be missed.”
“Only one more look,” she begged; “but one short moment more.”
“We must return to earth; the guests will have all departed. Only one more look!-the last!”
Then Helga stood again in the verandah. But the marriage lamps in the festive hall had been all extinguished, and the torches outside had vanished. The storks were gone; not a guest could be seen; no bridegroom-all in those few short moments seemed to have died. Then a great dread fell upon her. She stepped from the verandah through the empty hall into the next chamber, where slept strange warriors. She opened a side door, which once led into her own apartment, but now, as she passed through, she found herself suddenly in a garden which she had never before seen here, the sky blushed red, it was the dawn of morning. Three minutes only in heaven, and a whole night on earth had passed away! Then she saw the storks, and called to them in their own language.
Then stork-papa turned his head towards here, listened to her words, and drew near. “You speak our language,” said he, “what do you wish? Why do you appear,-you-a strange woman?”
“It is I-it is Helga! Dost thou not know me? Three minutes ago we were speaking together yonder in the verandah.”
“That is a mistake,” said the stork, “you must have dreamed all this.”
“No, no,” she exclaimed. Then she reminded him of the Viking`s castle, of the great lake, and of the journey across the ocean.
Then stork-papa winked his eyes, and said, “Why that`s an old story which happened in the time of my grandfather. There certainly was a princess of that kind here in Egypt once, who came from the Danish land, but she vanished on the evening of her wedding day, many hundred years ago, and never came back. You may read about it yourself yonder, on a monument in the garden. There you will find swans and storks sculptured, and on the top is a figure of the princess Helga, in marble.”
And so it was; Helga understood it all now, and sank on her knees. The sun burst forth in all its glory, and, as in olden times, the form of the frog vanished in his beams, and the beautiful form stood forth in all its loveliness; so now, bathed in light, rose a beautiful form, purer, clearer than air-a ray of brightness-from the Source of light Himself. The body crumbled into dust, and a faded lotus-flower lay on the spot on which Helga had stood.
“Now that is a new ending to the story,” said stork-papa; “I really never expected it would end in this way, but it seems a very good ending.”
“And what will the young ones say to it, I wonder?” said stork-mamma.
“Ah, that is a very important question,” replied the stork.