Once you hit a certain age, you start to believe that fairy tales are a fantasy. That the dragons don’t steal princesses. That straw cannot be spun in to gold. That being a princess does not give you the ability to converse with woodland creatures.
The thing about fairy tales is this: they aren’t proof of any sort of mysterious magic. Or of sorcerers and enchanted lamps. What they are is proof that the mistreated woman can rise above her problems and find her prince charming. Proof that hard work will always beat the magical shortcuts. And proof that dragons can be beaten.