Now that it’s nearly two months since it came out, I went to see Frozen. Twice. It is still the season for it, after all, and it hasn’t left the theaters quite yet. So it was my turn to be delighted by the magic of animation and music and storytelling. Here are some thoughts about it, a few of them in response to Melpomene’s earlier post. In no particular order:
- The music is beautiful. I particularly enjoyed “Frozen Heart,” the song of the ice harvesters at the start of the movie, as well as “Heimr Arnadalr,” the choral coronation piece which translates approximately as follows:
Worthy Queen of greatness
The heart of Gold shines
We crown thee with hope, love and faith.
Beautiful, stony land, home Arendelle
Follow the Queen of light/ the Queen’s light
Of course, it’s hard to sing a choral piece (or antiphonal yoiking) alone, so I’ve also had “Let it Go” and “Love is an Open Door” running through my head on repeat. It’s lovely having a song of defiance against the Polar Vortex weather.
- Hullo, unexpected poignancy. “Do You Want to Build a Snowman?” sounds so lighthearted, and then it struck me with feelings. Even worse is the thought that Elsa and Anna didn’t need to spend so long isolated from each other; Anna trusted her sister all along, and the utter lack of communication didn’t protect either of them.
- Nothing separates a guy from his reindeer. Kristoff and Sven are precious, like a friendlier version of Flynn and Maximus from Tangled. There were lots of moments that made me giggle, and those two probably accounted for most of them.
- Someone finally said it.
- Additional background would be groovy. We don’t really need to know where Elsa’s power comes from, for the sake of the story, but I would love to know more about her as well as the erstwhile king and queen. Is Elsa like a Muggle-born cryokinetic witch, or is Anna like a Squib who missed out on the elemental control? Also, if I were a nerdier person, I would love to calculate how much energy is getting thrown around when, say, the entire fjord is frozen. See a bit more commentary on that here.
- Darlin’, I don’t know why you go to extremes. My brother and I wondered if, perhaps, the well-intentioned Love Experts actually gave the worst advice: concealing the source of the problem and counseling Elsa to beware of fear in no way encouraged her toward the positive virtue of being more loving. “Conceal, don’t feel” was never a viable option, and when Elsa does finally let it go, she swings to the other extreme so hard that editorials on the dangers of repression write themselves. Thankfully things reach a sort of equilibrium; it’s fortunate (and kind of weird) that she is able to undo her enchanted winter quicker than Aslan brings spring to Narnia.
- True love sacrifices. Love is not summed up in kisses, but consists of all manner of heart-thawing actions. Love forgives the pains one has suffered. Love runs to the aid of the beloved, love throws itself between the beloved and the sword, and love binds people together whether they’re parents and children, siblings, romantic couples, or friends.