Have you ever read any of the Grimm tales in their original versions? Ay-ay-ay.....Grimm is the operant word there. They were written as "morality tales" intended to scare the bejeezits out of kids and send them down the right path.
If you read any of those original tales to children today, you'd be up half the night getting them back to sleep.
I.e.: A vain little girl who is inordinately proud of her new red shoes is sent to the market with her parent's last coin to buy bread so they won't starve to death. On the way home, she encounters a mud puddle and instead of getting her shoes dirty, she throws the bread down and steps on it. OK, think the Brothers Grimm, selfish little bitch needs taken down a peg or two.....let's see what we can do to teach her a lesson. For some reason, she starts dancing and can't stop. She's on the verge of dancing herself to death when she comes upon a woodsman. She begs him to help her stop dancing, so he does so by chopping off her feet and whittling her a pair of wooden feet. Then she spends the rest of her life hobbling around on the wooden feet, in great pain but and here's the BIG but, "properly chastised".
And then you have Cinderella. In the original tale, the stepmother is determined HER daughters will win the prince's heart So when he comes around with the glass slipper and her first daughter's feet are too big to fit in it, she cuts the girl's toes off. The prince thinks, well she's not exactly as pretty as I remember last night, but then maybe I had a little too much to drink, and then rides off with his bride-to-be on the back of his horse, bleeding heavily from her foot. A little birdie flies by and informs the prince he has the wrong girl. Apparently being not too smart, the prince goes back to the house and offers to let the second step-sister try on the shoe. She's a big-foot, too, so her mother cuts off her heels. The prince is satisfied (I didn't mention that although he was good looking, he wasn't exactly an Einstein) and rides off with the second future Mrs. Prince, who is soon in need of a blood transfusion. Same little birdie does the same little warning. Prince turns around, goes back and insists on having Cinderella try on the shoe (yuck....it was probably pretty gnarly by then). The shoe fits, the little birdie shows up and announces that THIS TIME, the prince got it right and the rest is history. I can only hope that the step-sisters found a good podiatrist after all that.
Not exactly Disney-fied fairy tales here.