I remember her being terrifying.
The picture is from the Golden Book version of Hansel and Gretel. Or, rather, my version, back in the day. It’s from the front of the book, with the two kids over to the left.
As said, this is a terrifying memory. The witch, standing there, staring out of the book. At the fool still holding the book.
Memory plays tricks. The face there has a more evil cast. Uglier. Wicked.
This, though? While sinister after a fashion, it doesn’t compare to memory. What is fails to compare to what the mind wants to believe.
I find that kind of interesting.