One day the angel - for she really was an angel - became so tired of making masks that she set them all aside and sat under a tree by the river in the forest. After a while, a troll wondered by, and asked her "Why are you sitting there under a tree by the river, with all those masks beside you?"
"Because I am a troll and I'm tired," she answered.
The troll laughed. It laughed so hard it fell down on the ground and rolled around. It looked so funny that the angel, for the first time in a long while, began to laugh. As she laughed, something strange began to happen. Before her very eyes, wings began to sprout from the shoulders of the troll. They were the loveliest wings she ever saw, and they were made of light. The troll shimmered, winked at her, and then vanished into the light, so that before her now stood a magnificent, shining being of golden-white light.
"How beautiful you are!" she cried to the being.
"I am beautiful," said the being, "because I am your mirror-image."
The angel, who thought she was a troll, walked to the river's edge and looked down at her reflection. There in the water, shining back at her with golden-white light, was an angel.
She laughed with delight, and cried with joy. When she turned to thank the being, it was gone. "Thank you!" she said in her heart, and she knew her prayer was heard.
The forest glowed with her own light, and she danced with the dryads until the moon came up.