The tale of the Frog Prince is related to the game of creativity. We throw our golden ball, source of creativity, ever higher up in the air until it crosses the bounds of our skills. Then it sinks into the pond, into the unconscious, the unknown. The unknown presents itself in the form of a scary frog. Running away doesn’t work; only by taking it up and by refusing the illusion of hostility, the true form reappears and the connection is made again.
Once upon a time there was a princess who was playing with her golden ball in the garden of the palace. She threw the ball higher and higher until the ball fell down far away and rolled into the pond. The princess had lost her golden ball and cried and cried and cried. A frog heard the princess crying and asked her why. ‘I have lost my golden ball,’ the princess cried, ‘it has rolled into the pond and now I will never get it back.’ ‘What do I get from you if I fetch it for you,’ the frog asked.
‘Whatever you want,’ the princess promised, ‘my pearls, my little crown….’ But the frog didn’t want money or jewels. No, he wanted to become her friend. He wanted her love. And not just her love, he immediately converted it into practical things like playing with her, eating together from her little plate, drinking together from her little cup and sleeping together in her little bed. The princess wanted to have her golden ball back so badly, she promised the frog anything he asked for. Thereupon the frog dived into the pond and returned to the surface with the golden ball. The princess was full of joy. She took the ball and without taking any further notice of the frog, she ran back to the castle immediately. She thought: ‘A frog is just a frog, he won’t really think we could ever be friends.’
That afternoon, when the princess was at the table with the king, the king heard a knock at the window. ‘What is that? Did you hear that, too?’ he asked the princess. ‘Well, no,’ the princess said, ‘I don’t hear anything.’ Again the king heard a knock and again the princess pretended she didn’t hear anything. But the third time she did answer the king’s question: ‘Oh well, father, don’t pay any attention to it. It’s just a frog, trying to come in.’ ‘So you know that frog?’ the king asked. ‘Well, not really, this morning he fetched my golden ball from the pond and now he wants to play with me.’ The king wasn’t so easily misled, though.
‘Did you agree on that with him, then?’ ‘Well, yes, after a fashion.’ ‘Then you have to do as agreed,’ the king said. Thus the frog was allowed to eat from the little golden plate of the princess. He was allowed to drink from her little golden cup and he also wanted to come with her to her bed, to sleep on her little pillow. That was too much for the princess. But the king said: ‘What you have promised, that you must perform.’ Horrified the princess took the frog in her hand, went to her room and there she threw it against the wall, shouting: ‘Go away, you dirty frog’.
‘When the frog fell down, he wasn’t a frog anymore, but a prince with beautiful and friendly eyes. He told her he had been bewitched by an evil witch, and that no one but herself could have released him from the spell. Now the princess did want to become good friends with him and share everything. They got married and got quite a lot of children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.