The Snow Queen Page #2

Or will you come and be my guest?

I'll stay right here.

Well said, Kay!

The boy must have his way.

But at least give me a kiss

before I go.

Come on, Kay.

Are you afraid to?

Oh, you're nothing but a coward.

I am not.

Farewell, now.

Farewell, good people.

I hope to see you soon, my boy.

It's awful!

That woman was none other than

the Snow Queen!

You should have told us that.

I couldn't.

When she raised up her hand,

I was frozen solid.

I was unable to talk.

Look, it's funny.

Stupid roses are wilting.

Gosh, how ugly they've become!

The roses are frostbitten.

Ah, that's such a shame!

Look, our grandma wobbles

when she walks.

That must be a real duck

instead of our grandma.

What are you staring at me

like that for, Gerda?

Kay, you're not like yourself

anymore.

I stayed on in this rat hole

on account of them.

I might've gone and lived

in a big palace too.

So why is she shouting?

To bed...to bed... Come on now.

I won't go until I know

what's happened to Kay.

Well, I'm going to bed.

You're so ugly when you cry!

To bed, come on, quick!

I'll tell you what's happened

to Kay.

He was made to kiss the Snow Queen,

and the heart of whoever kisses her

becomes a cake of ice.

I'm afraid our own little Kay

has a heart of solid ice.

That's all right, that's all right.

We'll melt it with love for him.

Why, he'll be alright by tomorrow

evening, you'll see,

he'll be as full ofjoy and sweet

like he always is.

Look, boys, just look at that!

- Look at those horses!

- I'd love to have a ride!

Look, they're coming back again!

Kay, why don't you try to catch

a ride?

Wait! Stop!

Slow down, I said!

"Dear Grandma, the spring has come

and Kay's heart is still frozen.

He hasn't returned.

I'm going to look for him.

Your loving grandchild.

Gerda."

Good morning, Miss Inkpot!

Good morning to you,

my dear Mr. Goblin.

It breaks my heart

just to look at Grandma.

Kay's disappeared, and now little

Gerda's gone off to look for him.

What a terrible shame!

Wherever can the children be?

Yes, it's a tragedy, Mr. Goblin.

My sadness is going to dry me up.

I'll go on weeping ink drops

until I'm out of them...

Through fields and through forests

I'm making my way.

I'm looking in earnest

For my dearest Kay.

The flowers me beckon,

They flutter and sway.

I'll gather them, I reckon

To give Kay a bouquet.

And Grandma is crying

For her poor kids.

She's not even trying

To hide swollen eyelids.

While far away, in the snow,

Under a white icy dome,

Our dear Kay doesn't know

How much we want him home.

All over the hill

The clouds swim and crowd.

A lot of fear I feel

When going through a cloud.

But I shall go on

For many hundred days,

To make him return,

Our dearest, dearest Kay.

Excuse me, Miss, you wouldn't

throw rocks at me, would you?

Oh, I'd never do a thing like that.

I'm greatly relieved to hear that.

- Would you throw sticks?

- Oh, never, sir.

Or bricks?

Never in the world.

Permit me to thank you

and express my appreciation.

Does my vocabulary impress you?

Oh yes, very much, sir.

I know a lot of rare words:

cybernetics, chaise longue...

It's because I grew up in

the gardens of the royal palace.

I might be called the court crow.

My bride is a genuine

pedigreed court bird.

She eats only leftovers

from the royal kitchen.

I surmise you're not from these

regions?

No, I'm a stranger around here.

You seem greatly troubled.

Tell me your trouble,

I'm a trustworthy bird.

I'll help you if I can.

Klara! Klara!

Karl! Karl!

You're going to drop your beak

in surprise.

This girl is called Gerda.

Our cousin, the magpie,

is a terrible gossip.

She told us all about you.

Klara, and that's not all.

It appears that Kay is

the princess's betrothed.

No, Kay is a simple boy.

But the princess's betrothed

was also a very simple boy.

The princess chose him

just because he spoke boldly to her.

What's the prince's name?

His name is Your Royal Highness.

I must go and speak to the prince.

And if it's Kay,

I'm going to ask him to write home

to my grandmother,

and tell her he's well and happy,

and then I'll go home.

I'm afraid you won't be able

to enter the palace.

What should we do?

Are you a brave little girl, Gerda?

I'm scared of frogs,

but that's all I'm afraid of.

For the time being we'll hide you

in the attic

and sneak you in the royal palace

at night.

Grab my feet

and hang on with all your strength.

Stay to the right.

Don't cross that line.

What's the line for?

The king has given his daughter

and her betrothed half his kingdom.

He divided the royal apartments

in two, very carefully.

The right side belongs to

the prince and the princess,

and the left to the king.

It would be more prudent of us

to keep over on the right.

Come along!

What's that?

Those are the fantasies of

the ladies-in-waiting.

They're dreaming they are

at a grand ball.

And what are those?

Those are the dreams

of the knights.

They dream about hunting.

What are they?

The dreams of the prisoners

in the palace dungeons.

They're dreaming that they've

broken their chains

and regained their freedom.

Oh, what was that?

I don't know.

We better hide.

That's enough!

I'm tired of playing horsy.

Then how about hide and seek?

Now you count to a hundred.

Why are you hiding here,

little girl?

Oh, Prince, I took a look at you

and burst into tears.

And I hate to weep in front of

strangers.

I'm not a crybaby.

You're dismissed. She wants to be

alone.

It embarrasses her to cry in front

of strangers.

Put the candelabra back and take

leave.

Why'd you begin to cry

when you saw me?

I'm a simple person,

just like you.

Elsa, come on, say something

nice to her.

Ah, my dear subject and vassal...

Why do you talk to her

like a royal highness?

I'm awfully sorry.

Now tell me, dear girl,

what's wrong?

I'm crying because

you're not my Kay.

My name is Klaus. But why

are you so sad about it?

I know why!

Remember the story of Gerda and

Kay

that the crow told us?

- Is your name Gerda?

- Yes.

We must help her.

Think of something!

I'm thinking...

I know what!

We'll make her a present of a blue

ribbon to put on her dress,

pinned on with mother-of-pearl

buttons and little rosettes.

It's sweet, but silly!

Which way are you planning

to go now?

I'll go north!

I'm afraid that the Snow Queen

took Kay there.

You crows go to the stables and

tell them to saddle up four horses

and a traveling carriage

in my name.

- Make it a gold one.

- Why a gold carriage?

It's much too heavy and it rolls

too slowly.

Slow, but luxurious.

- Luxurious!

- Alright, the gold one.

Wait here, we're going to get

a muff, a hat and a coat for you.

You know I had 489 coats

at the last count.

Just be sure not to cross

to the king's side.

Right, one of my ancestors walks up

and down when midnight strikes.

Eric the Third

the White Dragon Slayer.

Three hundred years ago,

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