The Snow Queen Page #2

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But make haste. Court is assembled.

The feast begins.

A ragged boy with raven hair

sits by a princess in a castle fair.

# Let this be Kay

# The heart is wild

# She begs her friend to find this child

# Off with the girl through the galloping road

# To the distant bustling Believe this now

# Girl on high as the truth unfolds

# Stupid boy, does he stand before a prince?

# But the princess

# Golden and fair

# The prince and the princess

# Starlight in their hair.

# The prince and the princess

# Ah-ah-ah-ah. #

Kay!

# The fugitive is Gerda's joy

# He is not Kay, but another boy

# Through wretched tears she tells her tale

# How the Snow Queen must not prevail. #

And in her eyes, they see the fire

that only true love can inspire.

And the flowers, they spoke to me.

They know everything.

And the old lady, she was so scary.

She frightened me.

- And our banquet was ruined for this!

- Ssh, ssh, ssh!

But I have to find my friend.

He's been taken to a palace somewhere to the north.

There is only one palace north of here.

- The Snow Queen?

- Queen indeed!

Oh, I do hope not, Gerda. How vexing for you.

I'm told she sits on a throne made of ice.

Not even a cushion! Imagine that!

Queen! Ha!

In royal circles, we refer to that person as the Winter Witch.

If what you've told us is true,

then your friend Kay went with her quite willingly.

She must have bewitched him.

She cast a spell...and he changed.

He was suddenly unkind and cruel.

I sense a darker truth at work here.

What can he mean?

No matter. Tonight, you shall be our guest, Gerda.

Tomorrow, I shall see that you have the proper clothes for your journey.

A silk gown and my finest fur cape.

Come here, child.

You should see this.

What you are about to see is the Legend Of The Looking Glass.

This terrible mirror was created by a wicked magician many years ago,

so wicked, some say, he might have been the Devil himself.

In this mirror, the beautiful appeared ugly,

and the ugly appeared ten times worse than before.

The magician was so pleased with his invention,

he ordered his imps to carry it around the world,

so everyone would know what mankind was really like.

The mirror fell to earth and broke into a million billion pieces.

Then it caused far greater unhappiness,

which pleased the magician even more.

Some of those fragments were made into spectacles.

And those who looked through them saw only bad things.

But how does the story end?

It has never ended.

It never will.

Come along!

Some of those pieces of mirror,

as tiny as grains of sand,

are still floating in the air, blown around the world.

If a fragment should fly into your eye,

you'll see only the worst of everything.

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