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Die Schneekönigin ist ein Kunstmärchen des dänischen Dichters Hans Christian Andersen, eines seiner längsten und ausgefeiltesten sowie kompliziertesten und vielschichtigsten. Es handelt von einem kleinen Mädchen, das seinen von der Schneekönigin. THE SNOW QUEEN. Facebook · Twitter. Infos. Oper in drei Akten - Komponist Hans Abrahamsen · Libretto von. Hans Christian Andersen's Snow Queen fairy tale is the template for Hans Abrahamsen's first opera. Following years of examining the “snow” theme and a. The Snow Queen ist eine Oper von Hans Abrahamsen und entstand im Auftrag der Königlichen Oper Kopenhagen. Die Uraufführung in dänischer Sprache fand. The Snow Queen ist ein amerikanischer Märchen- und Science-Fiction-Film von Rene Perez aus dem Jahr Er beruht lose auf dem gleichnamigen. Gerda along with her northern deer Yaleko is setting off on a journey, looking for her brother Kai, which has been taken away by the Snow Queen, to her Frozen. Die Schneekönigin/The Snow Queen - Zweisprachig Deutsch Englisch mit nebeneinander angeordneten Übersetzung (German Edition) - Kindle edition by.
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The Snow Queen - Complete Film - HCA - The Fairytaler His boots creaked, too, so loudly, but still he was not at all afraid. She remembered her own pretty roses, and thought of little Kay. Special Movies Animation. He was dashing and handsome, and he was Paris Wikinger there to court the Princess but to hear her wisdom. The Snow Queen's garden lies about eight miles from here.My ladylove knows of a little back staircase that leads up to the bedroom, and she knows where they keep the key to it.
Then they went into the garden and down the wide promenade where the leaves were falling one by one.
When, one by one, the lights went out in the palace, the crow led little Gerda to the back door, which stood ajar. Oh, how her heart did beat with fear and longing.
It was just as if she were about to do something wrong, yet she only wanted to make sure that this really was little Kay. Yes, truly it must be Kay, she thought, as she recalled his sparkling eyes and his long hair.
She remembered exactly how he looked when he used to smile at her as they sat under the roses at home. Wouldn't he be glad to see her!
Wouldn't he be interested in hearing how far she had come to find him, and how sad they had all been when he didn't come home. She was so frightened, and yet so happy.
Now they were on the stairway. A little lamp was burning on a cupboard, and there stood the tame crow, cocking her head to look at Gerda, who made the curtsy that her grandmother had taught her.
Kindly take the lamp and I shall lead the way. We shall keep straight ahead, where we aren't apt to run into anyone. Things brushed past, and from the shadows on the wall they seemed to be horses with spindly legs and waving manes.
And there were shadows of huntsmen, ladies and gentlemen, on horseback. That's just as well, for it will give you a good opportunity to see them while they sleep.
But I trust that, when you rise to high position and power, you will show a grateful heart. Now they entered the first room. It was hung with rose-colored satin, embroidered with flowers.
The dream shadows were flitting by so fast that Gerda could not see the lords and ladies. Hall after magnificent hall quite bewildered her, until at last they reached the royal bedroom.
The ceiling of it was like the top of a huge palm tree, with leaves of glass, costly glass. In the middle of the room two beds hung from a massive stem of gold.
Each of them looked like a lily. One bed was white, and there lay the Princess. The other was red, and there Gerda hoped to find little Kay.
She bent one of the scarlet petals and saw the nape of a little brown neck. Surely this must be Kay. She called his name aloud and held the lamp near him.
The dreams on horseback pranced into the room again, as he awoke-and turned his head-and it was not little Kay at all.
The Prince only resembled Kay about the neck, but he was young and handsome. The Princess peeked out of her lily-white bed, and asked what had happened.
Little Gerda cried and told them all about herself, and about all that the crows had done for her. They praised the crows, and said they weren't the least bit angry with them, but not to do it again.
Furthermore, they should have a reward. Both the crows bowed low and begged for permanent office, for they thought of their future and said it was better to provide for their "old age," as they called it.
The Prince got up, and let Gerda have his bed. It was the utmost that he could do. She clasped her little hands and thought, "How nice the people and the birds are.
They looked like angels, and they drew a little sled on which Kay sat. He nodded to her, but this was only in a dream, so it all disappeared when she woke up.
The next day she was dressed from her head to her heels in silk and in velvet too. They asked her to stay at the palace and have a nice time there, but instead she begged them to let her have a little carriage, a little horse, and a pair of little boots, so that she could drive out into the wide world to find Kay.
They gave her a pair of boots, and also a muff. They dressed her as nicely as could be and, when she was ready to go, there at the gate stood a brand new carriage of pure gold.
On it the coat of arms of the Prince and the Princess glistened like a star. The coachman, the footman, and the postilions-for postilions there were-all wore golden crowns.
The Prince and the Princess themselves helped her into the carriage, and wished her Godspeed. The forest crow, who was now a married man, accompanied her for the first three miles, and sat beside Gerda, for it upset him to ride backward.
The other crow stood beside the gate and waved her wings. She did not accompany them because she was suffering from a headache, brought on by eating too much in her new position.
Inside, the carriage was lined with sugared cookies, and the seats were filled with fruit and gingerbread. Little Gerda cried and the crow cried too, for the first few miles.
Then the crow said good-by, and that was the saddest leave-taking of all. He flew up into a tree and waved his big black wings as long as he could see the carriage, which flashed as brightly as the sun.
The carriage rolled on into a dark forest. Like a blazing torch, it shone in the eyes of some robbers. They could not bear it. That's gold! They sprang forward, seized the horses, killed the little postilions, the coachman, and the footman, and dragged little Gerda out of the carriage.
What a dainty dish she will be! At just that moment her own little daughter had bitten her ear. The little girl, whom she carried on her back, was a wild and reckless creature.
All the robbers laughed, and shouted:. She and Gerda climbed into the carriage and away they drove over stumps and stones, into the depths of the forest.
The little robber girl was no taller than Gerda, but she was stronger and much broader in the shoulders. Her skin was brown and her eyes coal-black-almost sad in their expression.
She put her arms around Gerda, and said:. And she told about all that had happened to her, and how much she cared for little Kay. The robber girl looked at her gravely, gave a little nod of approval, and told her:.
The carriage stopped at last, in the courtyard of a robber's castle. The walls of it were cracked from bottom to top.
Crows and ravens flew out of every loophole, and bulldogs huge enough to devour a man jumped high in the air.
But they did not bark, for that was forbidden. In the middle of the stone-paved, smoky old hall, a big fire was burning. The smoke of it drifted up to the ceiling, where it had to find its own way out.
Soup was boiling in a big caldron, and hares and rabbits were roasting on the spit. After they had something to eat and drink, they went over to a corner that was strewn with rugs and straw.
On sticks and perches around the bedding roosted nearly a hundred pigeons. They seemed to be asleep, but they stirred just a little when the two little girls came near them.
She seized the one that was nearest to her, held it by the legs and shook it until it flapped its wings. Every single night I tickle his neck with my knife blade, for he is afraid of that.
After the poor animal had kicked up its heals, the robber girl laughed and pulled Gerda down into the bed with her.
But let's hear again what you told me before about little Kay, and about why you are wandering through the wide world. Gerda told the story all over again, while the wild pigeons cooed in their cage overhead, and the tame pigeons slept.
The little robber girl clasped one arm around Gerda's neck, gripped her knife in the other hand, fell asleep, and snored so that one could hear her.
But Gerda could not close her eyes at all. She did not know whether she was to live or whether she was to die. The robbers sat around their fire, singing and drinking, and the old robber woman was turning somersaults.
It was a terrible sight for a little girl to see. Then the wood pigeons said, "Coo, coo. We have seen little Kay. A white hen was carrying his sled, and Kay sat in the Snow Queen's sleigh.
They swooped low, over the trees where we lay in our nest. The Snow Queen blew upon us, and all the young pigeons died except us.
Coo, coo. Do you know anything about it? Why don't you ask the reindeer who is tethered beside you? The Snow Queen has her summer tent there, but her stronghold is a castle up nearer the North Pole, on the island called Spitzbergen.
In the morning Gerda told her all that the wood pigeons had said. The little robber girl looked quite thoughtful.
She nodded her head, and exclaimed, "Leave it to me! Leave it to me. Mother is still here, and here she'll stay, but before the morning is over she will drink out of that big bottle, and then she usually dozes off for a nap.
As soon as that happens, I will do you a good turn. She jumped out of bed, rushed over and threw her arms around her mother's neck, pulled at her beard bristles, and said, "Good morning, my dear nanny-goat.
As soon as the mother had tipped up the bottle and dozed off to sleep, the little robber girl ran to the reindeer and said, "I have a good notion to keep you here, and tickle you with my sharp knife.
You are so funny when I do, but never mind that. I'll untie your rope, and help you find your way outside, so that you can run back to Lapland.
But you must put your best leg forward and carry this little girl to the Snow Queen's palace, where her playmate is.
I suppose you heard what she told me, for she spoke so loud, and you were eavesdropping. The reindeer was so happy that he bounded into the air. The robber girl hoisted little Gerda on his back, carefully tied her in place, and even gave her a little pillow to sit on.
I don't do things half way," she said. I'll keep your muff, because it's such a pretty one. But your fingers mustn't get cold.
Here are my mother's big mittens, which will come right up to your elbows. Pull them on. Now your hands look just like my ugly mother's big paws.
Here, take these two loaves of bread and this ham along, so that you won't starve. When these provisions were tied on the back of the reindeer, the little robber girl opened the door and called in all the big dogs.
Then she cut the tether with her knife and said to the reindeer, "Now run, but see that you take good care of the little girl. Gerda waved her big mittens to the little robber girl, and said good-by.
The wolves howled, the ravens shrieked, and ker-shew, ker-shew! The loaves were eaten and the whole ham was eaten-and there they were in Lapland.
They stopped in front of the little hut, and a makeshift dwelling it was. The roof of it almost touched the ground, and the doorway was so low that the family had to lie on their stomachs to crawl in it or out of it.
No one was at home except an old Lapp woman, who was cooking fish over a whale-oil lamp. The reindeer told her Gerda's whole story, but first he told his own, which he thought was much more important.
Besides, Gerda was so cold that she couldn't say a thing. Why, you will have to travel hundreds of miles into the Finmark. For it's there that the Snow Queen is taking a country vacation, and burning her blue fireworks every evening.
I'll jot down a message on a dried codfish, for I haven't any paper. I want you to take it to the Finn woman who lives up there.
She will be able to tell you more about it than I can. As soon as Gerda had thawed out, and had had something to eat and drink, the Lapp woman wrote a few words on a dried codfish, told Gerda to take good care of it, and tied her again on the back of the reindeer.
Off he ran, and all night long the skies crackled and swished as the most beautiful Northern Lights flashed over their heads. At last they came to the Finmark, and knocked at the Finn woman's chimney, for she hadn't a sign of a door.
It was so hot inside that the Finn woman went about almost naked. She was small and terribly dowdy, but she at once helped little Gerda off with her mittens and boots, and loosened her clothes.
Otherwise the heat would have wilted her. Then the woman put a piece of ice on the reindeer's head, and read what was written on the codfish.
She read it three times and when she knew it by heart, she put the fish into the kettle of soup, for they might as well eat it. She never wasted anything.
The reindeer told her his own story first, and then little Gerda's. The Finn woman winked a knowing eye, but she didn't say anything.
If the sailor unties one knot he gets a favorable wind. If he unties another he gets a stiff gale, while if he unties the third and fourth knots such a tempest rages that it flattens the trees in the forest.
Won't you give this little girl something to drink that will make her as strong as twelve men, so that she may overpower the Snow Queen?
She went to the shelf, took down a big rolled-up skin, and unrolled it. On this skin strange characters were written, and the Finn woman read them until the sweat rolled down her forehead.
The reindeer again begged her to help Gerda, and little Gerda looked at her with such tearful, imploring eyes, that the woman began winking again.
She took the reindeer aside in a corner, and while she was putting another piece of ice on his head she whispered to him:. He thinks it is the best place in all the world, but that's because he has a splinter of glass in his heart and a small piece of it in his eye.
Unless these can be gotten out, he will never be human again, and the Snow Queen will hold him in her power. Don't you see how men and beasts are compelled to serve her, and how far she has come in the wide world since she started out in her naked feet?
We mustn't tell her about this power. Strength lies in her heart, because she is such a sweet, innocent child. If she herself cannot reach the Snow Queen and rid little Kay of those pieces of glass, then there's no help that we can give her.
The Snow Queen's garden lies about eight miles from here. You may carry the little girl there, and put her down by the big bush covered with red berries that grows on the snow.
Then don't you stand there gossiping, but hurry to get back here. He galloped on until they came to the big bush that was covered with red berries.
Here he set Gerda down and kissed her on the mouth, while big shining tears ran down his face. Then he ran back as fast as he could.
Little Gerda stood there without boots and without mittens, right in the middle of icy Finmark. She ran as fast as ever she could. A whole regiment of snowflakes swirled toward her, but they did not fall from the sky, for there was not a cloud up there, and the Northern Lights were ablaze.
The flakes skirmished along the ground, and the nearer they came the larger they grew. Gerda remembered how large and strange they had appeared when she looked at them under the magnifying glass.
But here they were much more monstrous and terrifying. They were alive. They were the Snow Queen's advance guard, and their shapes were most strange.
Some looked like ugly, overgrown porcupines. Some were like a knot of snakes that stuck out their heads in every direction, and others were like fat little bears with every hair a-bristle.
All of them were glistening white, for all were living snowflakes. It was so cold that, as little Gerda said the Lord's Prayer, she could see her breath freezing in front of her mouth, like a cloud of smoke.
It grew thicker and thicker, and took the shape of little angels that grew bigger and bigger the moment they touched the ground.
All of them had helmets on their heads and they carried shields and lances in their hands. Rank upon rank, they increased, and when Gerda had finished her prayer she was surrounded by a legion of angels.
They struck the dread snowflakes with their lances and shivered them into a thousand pieces. Little Gerda walked on, unmolested and cheerful.
The angels rubbed her hands and feet to make them warmer, and she trotted briskly along to the Snow Queen's palace.
But now let us see how little Kay was getting on. Little Gerda was furthest from his mind, and he hadn't the slightest idea that she was just outside the palace.
The walls of the palace were driven snow. The windows and doors were the knife-edged wind. There were more than a hundred halls, shaped as the snow had drifted, and the largest of these extended for many a mile.
All were lighted by the flare of the Northern Lights. All of the halls were so immense and so empty, so brilliant and so glacial!
There was never a touch of gaiety in them; never so much as a little dance for the polar bears, at which the storm blast could have served for music, and the polar bears could have waddled about on their hind legs to show off their best manners.
There was never a little party with such games as blind-bear's buff or hide the paw-kerchief for the cubs, nor even a little afternoon coffee over which the white fox vixens could gossip.
Empty, vast, and frigid were the Snow Queen's halls. The Northern Lights flared with such regularity that you could time exactly when they would be at the highest and lowest.
In the middle of the vast, empty hall of snow was a frozen lake. It was cracked into a thousand pieces, but each piece was shaped so exactly like the others that it seemed a work of wonderful craftsmanship.
The Snow Queen sat in the exact center of it when she was at home, and she spoke of this as sitting on her "Mirror of Reason. Little Kay was blue, yes, almost black, with the cold.
But he did not feel it, because the Snow Queen had kissed away his icy tremblings, and his heart itself had almost turned to ice.
He was shifting some sharp, flat pieces of ice to and fro, trying to fit them into every possible pattern, for he wanted to make something with them.
It was like the Chinese puzzle game that we play at home, juggling little flat pieces of wood about into special designs. Kay was cleverly arranging his pieces in the game of ice-cold reason.
To him the patterns were highly remarkable and of the utmost importance, for the chip of glass in his eye made him see them that way.
He arranged his pieces to spell out many words; but he could never find the way to make the one word he was so eager to form. The word was "Eternity.
All the dreams flew in again, and they now looked like the angels; they drew a little sledge, in which little Kay sat and nodded his head; but the whole was only a dream, and therefore it all vanished as soon as she awoke.
The next day she was dressed from head to foot in silk and velvet. They offered to let her stay at the palace, and lead a happy life; but she begged to have a little carriage with a horse in front, and for a small pair of shoes; then, she said, she would again go forth in the wide world and look for Kay.
Shoes and a muff were given her; she was, too, dressed very nicely; and when she was about to set off, a new carriage stopped before the door.
It was of pure gold, and the arms of the Prince and Princess shone like a star upon it; the coachman, the footmen, and the outriders, for outriders were there, too, all wore golden crowns.
The Prince and the Princess assisted her into the carriage themselves, and wished her all success. The Raven of the woods, who was now married, accompanied her for the first three miles.
He sat beside Gerda, for he could not bear riding backwards; the other Raven stood in the doorway,and flapped her wings; she could not accompany Gerda, because she suffered from headache since she had had a fixed appointment and ate so much.
The carriage was lined inside with sugar-plums, and in the seats were fruits and gingerbread. Thus passed the first miles; and then the Raven bade her farewell, and this was the most painful separation of all.
He flew into a tree, and beat his black wings as long as he could see the carriage, that shone from afar like a sunbeam.
The Little Robber Maiden They drove through the dark wood; but the carriage shone like a torch, and it dazzled the eyes of the robbers, so that they could not bear to look at it.
She must have been fed on nut-kernels," said the old female robber, who had a long, scrubby beard, and bushy eyebrows that hung down over her eyes. How nice she will be!
She had been bitten in the ear by her own little daughter, who hung at her back; and who was so wild and unmanageable, that it was quite amusing to see her.
She and Gerda got in; and then away they drove over the stumps of felled trees, deeper and deeper into the woods. The little robber maiden was as tall as Gerda, but stronger, broader-shouldered, and of dark complexion; her eyes were quite black; they looked almost melancholy.
She embraced little Gerda, and said, "They shall not kill you as long as I am not displeased with you. You are, doubtless, a Princess?
The little robber maiden looked at her with a serious air, nodded her head slightly, and said, "They shall not kill you, even if I am angry with you: then I will do it myself"; and she dried Gerda's eyes, and put both her hands in the handsome muff, which was so soft and warm.
At length the carriage stopped. They were in the midst of the court-yard of a robber's castle. It was full of cracks from top to bottom; and out of the openings magpies and rooks were flying; and the great bull-dogs, each of which looked as if he could swallow a man, jumped up, but they did not bark, for that was forbidden.
In the midst of the large, old, smoking hall burnt a great fire on the stone floor. The smoke disappeared under the stones, and had to seek its own egress.
In an immense caldron soup was boiling; and rabbits and hares were being roasted on a spit. They had something to eat and drink; and then went into a corner, where straw and carpets were lying.
Beside them, on laths and perches, sat nearly a hundred pigeons, all asleep, seemingly; but yet they moved a little when the robber maiden came.
And here is my dear old Bac"; and she laid hold of the horns of a reindeer, that had a bright copper ring round its neck, and was tethered to the spot.
Every evening I tickle his neck with my sharp knife; he is so frightened at it! The poor animal kicked; the girl laughed, and pulled Gerda into bed with her.
But tell me now, once more, all about little Kay; and why you have started off in the wide world alone. The little robber maiden wound her arm round Gerda's neck, held the knife in the other hand, and snored so loud that everybody could hear her; but Gerda could not close her eyes, for she did not know whether she was to live or die.
The robbers sat round the fire, sang and drank; and the old female robber jumped about so, that it was quite dreadful for Gerda to see her.
Then the Wood-pigeons said, "Coo! Cool We have seen little Kay! A white hen carries his sledge; he himself sat in the carriage of the Snow Queen, who passed here, down just over the wood, as we lay in our nest.
She blew upon us young ones; and all died except we two. Do you know anything about it? Only ask the Reindeer, who is tethered there.
There it is, glorious and beautiful! The Snow Queen has her summer-tent there; but her fixed abode is high up towards the North Pole, on the Island called Spitzbergen.
Poor little Kay! Do you know where Lapland lies! However, towards morning she takes a draught out of the large flask, and then she sleeps a little: then I will do something for you.
When the mother had taken a sup at her flask, and was having a nap, the little robber maiden went to the Reindeer, and said, "I should very much like to give you still many a tickling with the sharp knife, for then you are so amusing; however, I will untether you, and help you out, so that you may go back to Lapland.
But you must make good use of your legs; and take this little girl for me to the palace of the Snow Queen, where her playfellow is.
You have heard, I suppose, all she said; for she spoke loud enough, and you were listening. The robber maiden lifted up little Gerda, and took the precaution to bind her fast on the Reindeer's back; she even gave her a small cushion to sit on.
But I do not wish you to be cold. Here is a pair of lined gloves of my mother's; they just reach up to your elbow.
On with them! Now you look about the hands just like my ugly old mother! Here are two loaves and a ham for you, so that you won't starve.
It was just as if somebody was sneezing. And on he now sped still quicker--day and night on he went: the loaves were consumed, and the ham too; and now they were in Lapland.
The Lapland Woman and the Finland Woman Suddenly they stopped before a little house, which looked very miserable.
The roof reached to the ground; and the door was so low, that the family were obliged to creep upon their stomachs when they went in or out.
Nobody was at home except an old Lapland woman, who was dressing fish by the light of an oil lamp. And the Reindeer told her the whole of Gerda's history, but first of all his own; for that seemed to him of much greater importance.
Gerda was so chilled that she could not speak. You have more than a hundred miles to go before you get to Finland; there the Snow Queen has her country-house, and burns blue lights every evening.
I will give you a few words from me, which I will write on a dried haberdine, for paper I have none; this you can take with you to the Finland woman, and she will be able to give you more information than I can.
They knocked at the chimney of the Finland woman; for as to a door, she had none. There was such a heat inside that the Finland woman herself went about almost naked.
She was diminutive and dirty. She immediately loosened little Gerda's clothes, pulled off her thick gloves and boots; for otherwise the heat would have been too great--and after laying a piece of ice on the Reindeer's head, read what was written on the fish-skin.
She read it three times: she then knew it by heart; so she put the fish into the cupboard --for it might very well be eaten, and she never threw anything away.
Then the Reindeer related his own story first, and afterwards that of little Gerda; and the Finland woman winked her eyes, but said nothing.
If the seaman loosens one knot, then he has a good wind; if a second, then it blows pretty stiffly; if he undoes the third and fourth, then it rages so that the forests are upturned.
Will you give the little maiden a potion, that she may possess the strength of twelve men, and vanquish the Snow Queen?
When she had unrolled it, strange characters were to be seen written thereon; and the Finland woman read at such a rate that the perspiration trickled down her forehead.
But the Reindeer begged so hard for little Gerda, and Gerda looked so imploringly with tearful eyes at the Finland woman, that she winked, and drew the Reindeer aside into a corner, where they whispered together, while the animal got some fresh ice put on his head.
These must be got out first; otherwise he will never go back to mankind, and the Snow Queen will retain her power over him. Don't you see how men and animals are forced to serve her; how well she gets through the world barefooted?
She must not hear of her power from us; that power lies in her heart, because she is a sweet and innocent child!
If she cannot get to the Snow Queen by herself, and rid little Kay of the glass, we cannot help her. Two miles hence the garden of the Snow Queen begins; thither you may carry the little girl.
Set her down by the large bush with red berries, standing in the snow; don't stay talking, but hasten back as fast as possible. I have not got my boots!
I have not brought my gloves! She remarked she was without them from the cutting frost; but the Reindeer dared not stand still; on he ran till he came to the great bush with the red berries, and there he set Gerda down, kissed her mouth, while large bright tears flowed from the animal's eyes, and then back he went as fast as possible.
There stood poor Gerda now, without shoes or gloves, in the very middle of dreadful icy Finland. She ran on as fast as she could.
There then came a whole regiment of snow-flakes, but they did not fall from above, and they were quite bright and shining from the Aurora Borealis.
The flakes ran along the ground, and the nearer they came the larger they grew. Gerda well remembered how large and strange the snow-flakes appeared when she once saw them through a magnifying-glass; but now they were large and terrific in another manner--they were all alive.
They were the outposts of the Snow Queen. They had the most wondrous shapes; some looked like large ugly porcupines; others like snakes knotted together, with their heads sticking out; and others, again, like small fat bears, with the hair standing on end: all were of dazzling whiteness--all were living snow-flakes.
The cold was so intense that she could see her own breath, which came like smoke out of her mouth. It grew thicker and thicker, and took the form of little angels, that grew more and more when they touched the earth.
All had helms on their heads, and lances and shields in their hands; they increased in numbers; and when Gerda had finished the Lord's Prayer, she was surrounded by a whole legion.
They thrust at the horrid snow-flakes with their spears, so that they flew into a thousand pieces; and little Gerda walked on bravely and in security.
The angels patted her hands and feet; and then she felt the cold less, and went on quickly towards the palace of the Snow Queen. But now we shall see how Kay fared.
He never thought of Gerda, and least of all that she was standing before the palace. What Took Place in the Palace of the Snow Queen, and what Happened Afterward The walls of the palace were of driving snow, and the windows and doors of cutting winds.
There were more than a hundred halls there, according as the snow was driven by the winds. The largest was many miles in extent; all were lighted up by the powerful Aurora Borealis, and all were so large, so empty, so icy cold, and so resplendent!
Mirth never reigned there; there was never even a little bear-ball, with the storm for music, while the polar bears went on their hindlegs and showed off their steps.
Never a little tea-party of white young lady foxes; vast, cold, and empty were the halls of the Snow Queen.
The northern-lights shone with such precision that one could tell exactly when they were at their highest or lowest degree of brightness.
In the middle of the empty, endless hall of snow, was a frozen lake; it was cracked in a thousand pieces, but each piece was so like the other, that it seemed the work of a cunning artificer.
In the middle of this lake sat the Snow Queen when she was at home; and then she said she was sitting in the Mirror of Understanding, and that this was the only one and the best thing in the world.
Little Kay was quite blue, yes nearly black with cold; but he did not observe it, for she had kissed away all feeling of cold from his body, and his heart was a lump of ice.
He was dragging along some pointed flat pieces of ice, which he laid together in all possible ways, for he wanted to make something with them; just as we have little flat pieces of wood to make geometrical figures with, called the Chinese Puzzle.
Kay made all sorts of figures, the most complicated, for it was an ice-puzzle for the understanding. In his eyes the figures were extraordinarily beautiful, and of the utmost importance; for the bit of glass which was in his eye caused this.
He found whole figures which represented a written word; but he never could manage to represent just the word he wanted--that word was "eternity"; and the Snow Queen had said, "If you can discover that figure, you shall be your own master, and I will make you a present of the whole world and a pair of new skates.
There he sat quite benumbed and motionless; one would have imagined he was frozen to death. Suddenly little Gerda stepped through the great portal into the palace.
The gate was formed of cutting winds; but Gerda repeated her evening prayer, and the winds were laid as though they slept; and the little maiden entered the vast, empty, cold halls.
There she beheld Kay: she recognised him, flew to embrace him, and cried out, her arms firmly holding him the while, "Kay, sweet little Kay!
Have I then found you at last? Then little Gerda shed burning tears; and they fell on his bosom, they penetrated to his heart, they thawed the lumps of ice, and consumed the splinters of the looking-glass; he looked at her, and she sang the hymn: "The rose in the valley is blooming so sweet, And angels descend there the children to greet.
Where have you been so long? And where have I been? It was so beautiful, that even the blocks of ice danced about for joy; and when they were tired and laid themselves down, they formed exactly the letters which the Snow Queen had told him to find out; so now he was his own master, and he would have the whole world and a pair of new skates into the bargain.
Gerda kissed his cheeks, and they grew quite blooming; she kissed his eyes, and they shone like her own; she kissed his hands and feet, and he was again well and merry.
The Snow Queen might come back as soon as she liked; there stood his discharge written in resplendent masses of ice. They took each other by the hand, and wandered forth out of the large hall; they talked of their old grandmother, and of the roses upon the roof; and wherever they went, the winds ceased raging, and the sun burst forth.
And when they reached the bush with the red berries, they found the Reindeer waiting for them. He had brought another, a young one, with him, whose udder was filled with milk, which he gave to the little ones, and kissed their lips.
They then carried Kay and Gerda--first to the Finland woman, where they warmed themselves in the warm room, and learned what they were to do on their journey home; and they went to the Lapland woman, who made some new clothes for them and repaired their sledges.
The Reindeer and the young hind leaped along beside them, and accompanied them to the boundary of the country.
Here the first vegetation peeped forth; here Kay and Gerda took leave of the Lapland woman. And the first green buds appeared, the first little birds began to chirrup; and out of the wood came, riding on a magnificent horse, which Gerda knew it was one of the leaders in the golden carriage , a young damsel with a bright-red cap on her head, and armed with pistols.
It was the little robber maiden, who, tired of being at home, had determined to make a journey to the north; and afterwards in another direction, if that did not please her.
She recognised Gerda immediately, and Gerda knew her too. It was a joyful meeting. The Raven is dead," she answered.
Now tell me what you've been doing and how you managed to catch him. And "Schnipp-schnapp-schnurre-basselurre," said the robber maiden; and she took the hands of each, and promised that if she should some day pass through the town where they lived, she would come and visit them; and then away she rode.
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See the full gallery. Gerda and Kay are best friends; however, the depth of their bond is tested when the beautiful Snow Queen strike's Kay's eyes and heart with shards of ice that make him cruel.
After breaking Gerda's heart with his bullying, Kay is kidnapped by the Snow Queen, who takes him to her palace in the north, where she hopes to erase all memories and emotions from the child.
Gerda's love for Kay motivates her to leave home and find Kay. She encounters a variety of strange and sometimes sinister characters during her quest.
But can she rescue Kay in time, or will the Snow Queen succeed in turning his heart to ice? Written by cupcakes. This is such a beautiful film.
Seeing this as a child really spoiled me! I just wish it would be restored and re-released--without the Art Linkletter prologue!
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Sie lehnt ab, Gerda mit zusätzlicher Kraft auszustatten, denn sie verfüge über alle Fähigkeiten, die sie brauche. Statt mit Gerda will er mit den anderen Jungen spielen, die ihn Vernon Wells nicht an ihrem Spiel teilhaben lassen. In dieser Nacht kann Kay vor Furcht nicht einschlafen. The robber girl takes pity on her and sends Gerda to the far north in the direction of Lapland on her reindeer. At the house, the Grandmother is still reading a picture book, the clock is ticking and the roses are growing in the valley as before. Hans Jörg Michel. A direct sequel, The Snow Queen's Revenge, was released the following year.Dewey Decimal. Archived from the original on May 7, Retrieved November 18, Archived from the original on June 5, Retrieved November 19, Digital Science Fiction.
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Namespaces Article Talk. Views Read Edit View history. Help Learn to edit Community portal Recent changes Upload file. Gerda jumped for joy, and played in the garden until the sun went down behind the tall cherry trees.
Then she was tucked into a beautiful bed, under a red silk coverlet quilted with blue violets. There she slept, and there she dreamed as gloriously as any queen on her wedding day.
The next morning she again went out into the warm sunshine to play with the flowers-and this she did for many a day.
Gerda knew every flower by heart, and, plentiful though they were, she always felt that there was one missing, but which one she didn't quite know.
One day she sat looking at the old woman's sun hat, and the prettiest of all the flowers painted on it was a rose. The old woman had forgotten this rose on her hat when she made the real roses disappear in the earth.
But that's just the sort of thing that happens when one doesn't stop to think. She rushed out among the flower beds, and she looked and she looked, but there wasn't a rose to be seen.
Then she sat down and cried. But her hot tears fell on the very spot where a rose bush had sunk into the ground, and when her warm tears moistened the earth the bush sprang up again, as full of blossoms as when it disappeared.
Gerda hugged it, and kissed the roses. She remembered her own pretty roses, and thought of little Kay. Don't you know where he is? But every flower stood in the sun, and dreamed its own fairy tale, or its story.
Though Gerda listened to many, many of them, not one of the flowers knew anything about Kay. Boom, boom! It was only two notes, always boom, boom!
Hear the women wail. Hear the priests chant. The Hindoo woman in her long red robe stands on the funeral pyre. The flames rise around her and her dead husband, but the Hindoo woman is thinking of that living man in the crowd around them.
She is thinking of him whose eyes are burning hotter than the flames-of him whose fiery glances have pierced her heart more deeply than these flames that soon will burn her body to ashes.
Can the flame of the heart die in the flame of the funeral pyre? The thick ivy grows leaf upon leaf where it climbs to the balcony.
There stands a beautiful maiden. She leans out over the balustrade to look down the path. No rose on its stem is as graceful as she, nor is any apple blossom in the breeze so light.
Hear the rustle of her silk gown, sighing, 'Will he never come? It is a swing. Two pretty little girls, with frocks as white as snow, and long green ribbons fluttering from their hats, are swinging.
Their brother, who is bigger than they are, stands behind them on the swing, with his arms around the ropes to hold himself. In one hand he has a little cup, and in the other a clay pipe.
He is blowing soap bubbles, and as the swing flies the bubbles float off in all their changing colors. The last bubble is still clinging to the bowl of his pipe, and fluttering in the air as the swing sweeps to and fro.
A little black dog, light as a bubble, is standing on his hind legs and trying to get up in the swing.
But it does not stop. High and low the swing flies, until the dog loses his balance, barks, and loses his temper. They tease him, and the bubble bursts.
A swinging board pictured in a bubble before it broke-that is my story. One wore a red dress, the second wore a blue one, and the third went all in white.
Hand in hand they danced in the clear moonlight, beside a calm lake. They were not elfin folk. They were human beings.
The air was sweet, and the sisters disappeared into the forest. The fragrance of the air grew sweeter.
Three coffins, in which lie the three sisters, glide out of the forest and across the lake. The fireflies hover about them like little flickering lights.
Are the dancing sisters sleeping or are they dead? The fragrance of the flowers says they are dead, and the evening bell tolls for their funeral.
Oh, could little Kay really be dead? The roses have been down under the ground, and they say no. We do not know him. We are simply singing our song-the only song we know.
And the buttercup shone brightly as it looked up at Gerda. But what sort of song would a buttercup sing?
It certainly wouldn't be about Kay. Its beams glanced along the white wall of the house next door, and close by grew the first yellow flowers of spring shining like gold in the warm sunlight.
An old grandmother was sitting outside in her chair. Her granddaughter, a poor but very pretty maidservant, had just come home for a little visit.
She kissed her grandmother, and there was gold, a heart full of gold, in that kiss. Gold on her lips, gold in her dreams, and gold above in the morning beams.
There, I've told you my little story," said the buttercup. She must be grieving for me as much as she did for little Kay.
But I'll soon go home again, and I'll bring Kay with me. There's no use asking the flowers about him. They don't know anything except their own songs, and they haven't any news for me.
Then she tucked up her little skirts so that she could run away faster, but the narcissus tapped against her leg as she was jumping over it.
So she stopped and leaned over the tall flower. I can see myself! Oh, how sweet is my own fragrance! Up in the narrow garret there is a little dancer, half dressed.
First she stands on one leg. Then she stands on both, and kicks her heels at the whole world. She is an illusion of the stage. She pours water from the teapot over a piece of cloth she is holding-it is her bodice.
Cleanliness is such a virtue! Her white dress hangs from a hook. It too has been washed in the teapot, and dried on the roof.
She puts it on, and ties a saffron scarf around her neck to make the dress seem whiter. Point your toes! See how straight she balances on that single stem.
She ran to the end of the garden, and though the gate was fastened she worked the rusty latch till it gave way and the gate flew open.
Little Gerda scampered out into the wide world in her bare feet. She looked back three times, but nobody came after her.
At last she could run no farther, and she sat down to rest on a big stone, and when she looked up she saw that summer had gone by, and it was late in the fall.
She could never have guessed it inside the beautiful garden where the sun was always shining, and the flowers of every season were always in full bloom.
She got up to run on, but how footsore and tired she was! And how cold and bleak everything around her looked! The long leaves of the willow tree had turned quite yellow, and damp puffs of mist dropped from them like drops of water.
One leaf after another fell to the ground. Only the blackthorn still bore fruit, and its fruit was so sour that it set your teeth on edge.
The next time that Gerda was forced to rest, a big crow came hopping across the snow in front of her. For a long time he had been watching her and cocking his head to one side, and now he said, "Caw, caw!
Good caw day! Gerda understood him when he said "alone," and she knew its meaning all too well. She told the crow the whole story of her life, and asked if he hadn't seen Kay.
The crow gravely nodded his head and cawed, "Maybe I have, maybe I have! If you understand crow talk, I can tell you much more easily.
She has read all the newspapers in the world and forgotten them again - that's how clever she is. Well, not long ago she was sitting on her throne.
That's by no means as much fun as people suppose, so she fell to humming an old tune, and the refrain of it happened to run:.
And she made up her mind to marry as soon as she could find the sort of husband who could give a good answer when anyone spoke to him, instead of one of those fellows who merely stand around looking impressive, for that is so tiresome.
She had the drums drubbed to call together all her ladies-in-waiting, and when they heard what she had in mind they were delighted.
I have a tame ladylove who has the run of the palace, and I had the whole story straight from her. The one who spoke best, and who seemed most at home in the palace, would be chosen by the Princess as her husband.
Men flocked to the palace, and there was much crowding and crushing, but on neither the first nor the second day was anyone chosen. Out in the street they were all glib talkers, but after they entered the palace gate where the guardsmen were stationed in their silver-braided uniforms, and after they climbed up the staircase lined with footmen in gold-embroidered livery, they arrived in the brilliantly lighted reception halls without a word to say.
And when they stood in front of the Princess on her throne, the best they could do was to echo the last word of her remarks, and she didn't care to hear it repeated.
I saw them myself," said the crow. To be sure, some of the clever candidates had brought sandwiches with them, but they did not share them with their neighbors.
Each man thought, 'Just let him look hungry, then the Princess won't take him! We are just coming to him.
On the third day a little person, with neither horse nor carriage, strode boldly up to the palace. His eyes sparkled the way yours do, and he had handsome long hair, but his clothes were poor.
But my tame ladylove told me that when he went through the palace gates and saw the guardsmen in silver, and on the staircase the footmen in gold, he wasn't at all taken aback.
He nodded and he said to them:. Ministers of state and privy councilors were walking about barefooted, carrying golden trays in front of them.
It was enough to make anyone feel solemn, and his boots creaked dreadfully, but he wasn't a bit afraid. I heard them creaking in Grandmother's room.
All the ladies-in-waiting with their attendants and their attendants' attendants, and all the lords-in-waiting with their gentlemen and their gentlemen's men, each of whom had his page with him, were standing there, and the nearer they stood to the door the more arrogant they looked.
The gentlemen's men's pages, who always wore slippers, were almost too arrogant to look as they stood at the threshold. They say he spoke as well as I do when I speak my crow language.
Or so my tame ladylove tells me. He was dashing and handsome, and he was not there to court the Princess but to hear her wisdom.
This he liked, and she liked him. Oh, please take me to the palace. I'll talk it over with my tame ladylove, and she may be able to suggest something, but I must warn you that a little girl like you will never be admitted.
She found it in the kitchen, where they have all the bread they need, and you must be hungry. You simply can't get into the palace with those bare feet.
The guardsmen in silver and the footmen in gold would never permit it. But don't you cry. We'll find a way. My ladylove knows of a little back staircase that leads up to the bedroom, and she knows where they keep the key to it.
Then they went into the garden and down the wide promenade where the leaves were falling one by one. When, one by one, the lights went out in the palace, the crow led little Gerda to the back door, which stood ajar.
Oh, how her heart did beat with fear and longing. It was just as if she were about to do something wrong, yet she only wanted to make sure that this really was little Kay.
Yes, truly it must be Kay, she thought, as she recalled his sparkling eyes and his long hair. She remembered exactly how he looked when he used to smile at her as they sat under the roses at home.
Wouldn't he be glad to see her! Wouldn't he be interested in hearing how far she had come to find him, and how sad they had all been when he didn't come home.
She was so frightened, and yet so happy. Now they were on the stairway. A little lamp was burning on a cupboard, and there stood the tame crow, cocking her head to look at Gerda, who made the curtsy that her grandmother had taught her.
Kindly take the lamp and I shall lead the way. We shall keep straight ahead, where we aren't apt to run into anyone. Things brushed past, and from the shadows on the wall they seemed to be horses with spindly legs and waving manes.
And there were shadows of huntsmen, ladies and gentlemen, on horseback. That's just as well, for it will give you a good opportunity to see them while they sleep.
But I trust that, when you rise to high position and power, you will show a grateful heart. Now they entered the first room.
It was hung with rose-colored satin, embroidered with flowers. The dream shadows were flitting by so fast that Gerda could not see the lords and ladies.
Hall after magnificent hall quite bewildered her, until at last they reached the royal bedroom. The ceiling of it was like the top of a huge palm tree, with leaves of glass, costly glass.
In the middle of the room two beds hung from a massive stem of gold. Each of them looked like a lily. One bed was white, and there lay the Princess.
The other was red, and there Gerda hoped to find little Kay. She bent one of the scarlet petals and saw the nape of a little brown neck.
Surely this must be Kay. She called his name aloud and held the lamp near him. The dreams on horseback pranced into the room again, as he awoke-and turned his head-and it was not little Kay at all.
The Prince only resembled Kay about the neck, but he was young and handsome. The Princess peeked out of her lily-white bed, and asked what had happened.
Little Gerda cried and told them all about herself, and about all that the crows had done for her. They praised the crows, and said they weren't the least bit angry with them, but not to do it again.
Furthermore, they should have a reward. Both the crows bowed low and begged for permanent office, for they thought of their future and said it was better to provide for their "old age," as they called it.
The Prince got up, and let Gerda have his bed. It was the utmost that he could do. She clasped her little hands and thought, "How nice the people and the birds are.
They looked like angels, and they drew a little sled on which Kay sat. He nodded to her, but this was only in a dream, so it all disappeared when she woke up.
The next day she was dressed from her head to her heels in silk and in velvet too. They asked her to stay at the palace and have a nice time there, but instead she begged them to let her have a little carriage, a little horse, and a pair of little boots, so that she could drive out into the wide world to find Kay.
They gave her a pair of boots, and also a muff. They dressed her as nicely as could be and, when she was ready to go, there at the gate stood a brand new carriage of pure gold.
On it the coat of arms of the Prince and the Princess glistened like a star. The coachman, the footman, and the postilions-for postilions there were-all wore golden crowns.
The Prince and the Princess themselves helped her into the carriage, and wished her Godspeed. The forest crow, who was now a married man, accompanied her for the first three miles, and sat beside Gerda, for it upset him to ride backward.
The other crow stood beside the gate and waved her wings. She did not accompany them because she was suffering from a headache, brought on by eating too much in her new position.
Inside, the carriage was lined with sugared cookies, and the seats were filled with fruit and gingerbread. Little Gerda cried and the crow cried too, for the first few miles.
Then the crow said good-by, and that was the saddest leave-taking of all. He flew up into a tree and waved his big black wings as long as he could see the carriage, which flashed as brightly as the sun.
The carriage rolled on into a dark forest. Like a blazing torch, it shone in the eyes of some robbers. They could not bear it.
That's gold! They sprang forward, seized the horses, killed the little postilions, the coachman, and the footman, and dragged little Gerda out of the carriage.
What a dainty dish she will be! At just that moment her own little daughter had bitten her ear. The little girl, whom she carried on her back, was a wild and reckless creature.
All the robbers laughed, and shouted:. She and Gerda climbed into the carriage and away they drove over stumps and stones, into the depths of the forest.
The little robber girl was no taller than Gerda, but she was stronger and much broader in the shoulders.
Her skin was brown and her eyes coal-black-almost sad in their expression. She put her arms around Gerda, and said:. And she told about all that had happened to her, and how much she cared for little Kay.
The robber girl looked at her gravely, gave a little nod of approval, and told her:. The carriage stopped at last, in the courtyard of a robber's castle.
The walls of it were cracked from bottom to top. On a pleasant summer day, splinters of the troll-mirror get into Kai's heart and eyes.
Kai becomes cruel and aggressive. He destroys their window-box garden, he makes fun of his grandmother, and he no longer cares about Gerda, since everyone now appears bad and ugly to him.
The only beautiful and perfect things to him now are the tiny snowflakes that he sees through a magnifying glass. The following winter, Kai goes out with his sled to play in the snowy market square and hitches it to a curious white sleigh carriage, driven by the Snow Queen, who appears as a woman in a white fur-coat.
Outside the city she reveals herself to Kai and kisses him twice: once to numb him from the cold, and a second time to make him forget about Gerda and his family; a third kiss would kill him.
She takes Kai in her sleigh to her palace. The people of the city conclude that Kai died in the nearby river. Gerda, heartbroken, goes out the next summer, to look for him and questions everyone and everything about Kai's whereabouts.
She offers her new red shoes to the river in exchange for Kai; by not taking the gift at first, the river lets her know that Kai did not drown.
So Gerda climbs into a boat and the river carries her away, to start her on the right path. Gerda next visits an old sorceress with a beautiful garden of eternal summer.
The sorceress wants Gerda to stay with her forever, so she causes Gerda to forget Kai, and causes all the roses in her garden to sink beneath the earth, since she knows that the sight of them will remind Gerda of her friend.
However, a while later, whilst playing in the garden, Gerda sees a rose on the sorceress's hat, then remembers Kai and begins to cry.
Gerda's warm tears raise one bush above the ground, and it tells her that it could see all the dead while it was under the earth, and Kai is not among them.
So she interrogates the other flowers in the garden, but they only know a single story each, which they sign to her.
Realizing that they cannot help her find Kai, Gerda flees the garden of eternal summer and realizes that it's already autumn.
She has wasted a lot of time, and has no warm clothes to wear. Gerda flees and meets a crow, who tells her that Kai is in the princess's palace.
Gerda goes to the palace and meets the princess and the prince, who is not Kai but looks like him. Gerda tells them her story, and they provide her with warm clothes and a beautiful coach.
While traveling in the coach Gerda is captured by robbers and brought to their castle, where she befriends a little robber girl, whose pet doves tell her that they saw Kai when he was carried away by the Snow Queen in the direction of Lapland.
The captive reindeer Bae tells her that he knows how to get to Lapland since it is his home. The robber girl frees Gerda and the reindeer to travel north to the Snow Queen's palace.
They make two stops: first at the Lapp woman's home and then at the Finn woman's home. The Finn woman tells the reindeer that the secret of Gerda's unique power to save Kai is in her sweet and innocent child's heart:.
I can give her no greater power than she has already," said the woman; "don't you see how strong that is? How men and animals are obliged to serve her, and how well she has got through the world, barefooted as she is.
She cannot receive any power from me greater than she now has, which consists in her own purity and innocence of heart. If she cannot herself obtain access to the Snow Queen, and remove the glass fragments from little Kai, we can do nothing to help her When Gerda reaches the Snow Queen's palace, she is halted by the snowflakes guarding it.
She prays the Lord's Prayer , which causes her breath to take the shape of angels, who resist the snowflakes and allow Gerda to enter the palace.
Gerda finds Kai alone and almost immobile on a frozen lake, which the Snow Queen calls the "Mirror of Reason", on which her throne sits.
Kai is engaged in the task that the Snow Queen gave him: he must use pieces of ice like a Chinese puzzle to form characters and words.
If he is able to form the word the Snow Queen told him to spell she will release him from her power and give him a pair of skates.
Gerda runs up to Kai and kisses him, and he is saved by the power of her love: Gerda weeps warm tears on him, melting his heart and burning away the troll-mirror splinter in it.
As a result, Kai bursts into tears, which dislodge the splinter from his eye, and becomes cheerful and healthy again.
He remembers Gerda, and the two dance around so joyously that the splinters of ice Kai had been playing with are caught up into the dance.
When they tire of dancing the splinters fall down to spell "eternity," the very word Kai was trying to spell. Kai and Gerda leave the Snow Queen's domain with the help of the reindeer, the Finn woman, and the Lapp woman.
They meet the robber girl, and from there they walk back to their home.
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Gerade, was notwendig ist. Das interessante Thema, ich werde teilnehmen.