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-Shaz-
Frozen
a fairy tale told in seven stories
The First Story: A broken mirror
Once upon a time there was a troll, the most evil troll of them all; he was called the devil. One day he was particularly pleased with himself, for he had invented a mirror which had the strange power of being able to make anything good or beautriful that it reflected appear horrid; and all that was evil and worthless seem attractive and worth while.
The most beautiful flower looked like spinach; and the kindest and most righteous of people looked repulsive and evil. A pimple or wart would spread itself out until it took up a whole cheek.
The devil let his children borrow the mirror for one day. The evil offspring went all around the world, making everything ugly and distorted. They even thought of bringing it up to God and his angels! Higher and higher they flew, laughing violently as they thought of what God would think. The closer they came to Heaven, that harder it was for them to hold the mirror. The mirror shook so much that it fell and broke into hundreds and millions of pieces. Some of the splinters were as tiny as a grain of sand, some were as big as glass windows! They were spread all over the world by the winds. If a splinter were to enter a person's heart, it would turn to ice.
Some of the tiniest bits of the mirror were still flying about in the air. And now you shall hear about them.
The Second Story: Two Boys
In a big city, where many people lived, houses stood closely side by side. There once lived a poor little boy and another poor little boy. They shared a garden a little bit larger than a flowerpot. They weren't brothers, but loved each other just as much, maybe even more. They lived right across from each other; each family had a little apartment, but these houses were built so close together that the roofs almost touched. Between the two gutters that hung from the eaves and collected the water when it rained, there was only a very narrow space, and the boys could visit each other by climbing from one window to the other.
In front of the windows, each family had a wooden box filled with dirt, where herbs and other useful plants grew. In each box there was also a rose tree. The boys got the idea that, instead of setting the boxes parallel to their windows, the could set them across, so they reached from one window to another. The roses grew large, intertwined with each other, and was pleasant to play by.
In winter they couldn't play by the roses; the windows were tightly shut and sometimes would be covered with ice. The boys would heat pennies up and press them against the glass, melting the ice away. Through these round holes, a pair of blue eyes, each a different shade, would peek at each other. One belonged to a curly haired boy and the other to a brunette boy. Their names were Justin and Josh. In the summer they had to take only a few steps to be together but in the winter they had to run down the stairs and back up.
"The ice fairies are thick in the air today. Did you know that ice faries are really snow flakes in disguise?" said Justin's grandmother.
"Really? Do they have a queen?" asked Josh. He looked up at the ancient woman with awe.
"Yes, they do." said the old woman. "She always flies right in the center of these ice fairies, where the most snowflakes are. She is the biggest of them all, but she never lies down to rest like the other snowflakes do. When the wind dies, she returns to the black clouds. Many a winter night she flies through the streets of the city and looks in the windows; then they become covered by ice flowers."
"Yeah, I've seen that!" said Justin. Now both Justin and Josh knew that what the grandmother said was true.
"Could the Snow Queen come inside, right into our room?" asked Justin.
"Let her come," said Josh "But if she hurts you, I will put her on the stove and she'll melt!"
Justin's grandmother patted Josh's head and told them another story. But that night, as Josh was getting undressed, he climbed up on a chair by his window and looked out through his peephole he made before. It was snowing gently; one of the flakes fell on the edge of his wooden box and stayed there. Soon, other snowflakes followed and they grew until they took the shape of a woman. Her gown looked like the whitest flower. It was made up of millions of star-shaped snowflakes. She was breath-takingly beautiful but all made of ice: cold, blindingly glittering ice. Yet she was alive, for her pale blue eyes stared at Josh like two stars, but neither rest or peace was found in her gaze. She was emotionless.
She nodded toward his window and beckoned for him to come outside. Josh got so frightened that he jumped down from his chair. At that moment, a dark shadow fell across his window.
The next day there was frost, but by noon the ice had thawed. It was becoming spring again. The two boys played among the fields, kissing the blooming flowers and wrestling in the downy grass. They sat by their rose trees and sang songs of far off lands and inhaled the rich scent of the blood red flowers.
One afternoon, as Justin and Josh were reading a psalm from the bible, Josh cried out in pain.
"Ouch ouch! Something pricked my heart!" And then a few seconds later, "Ouch, something sharp is in my eye!"
Justin put his arms around his neck and peered into his eyes, but there was nothing to be seen. Still, it hurt and little Justin cried out of sympathy for his friend.
"I think it's gone now." Josh said. But he was wrong. Very wrong. Two of the splinters from the devil's mirror had hit him: one had entered his heart and the other his eyes. Remember the mirror? It was that horrible devil tool which made everything good look bad. Poor Josh, soon his heart would turn to ice and his eyes would see nothing but ugliness. The pain would disappear, but the burden wouldn't.
"Why are you crying, Justin?" Josh demanded. "You look so ugly when you cry! There is nothing wrong with me. Stop crying like a baby!"
"Look!" He shouted. "That rose has rotting petals! And look at that one, it's crooked! They are ugly roses, as ugly as the boxes they grew in!" He kicked tore all the roses off it's stems and stepped on them. He kicked the sides of the boxes and cursed at them.
"Stop it, Josh! What are you doing?" Justin cried out. Josh wouldn't listen. He ran back into his room and threw everything around. Justin scurried towards Josh's window.
"Josh, stop it! You don't know what you're doing!"
He tried to climb through the window, but Josh closed it in his face. Justin watched numbly outside as he saw his best friend break everything in his room. Something white and fluffy suddenly got caught on Justin's eyelash. He brushed if off and looked up. It was starting to snow again. Justin averted his gaze back into his friend's room and saw that it was empty. He quickly ran into his house and down the long, winding stairs. Justin quickly threw open the door to find the streets covered with white powdery snow. He spotted Josh running up a hill.
"Josh! Come back! Where are you going?" Justin yelled. But it was all in vain, his words were deaf on Josh's cold ears.
Josh kept on running, scorning every beautiful thing he passed. He didn't know where he was going, but his cold heart was leading him somewhere. Josh couldn't feel the coldness; numbness had seeped in hours before. As he ran into a snow covered forest, his legs suddenly gave out. He couldn't run anymore.
Josh laid on the snowy ground panting. Snowflakes started to fall more heavily, becoming bigger and bigger as it fell. They soon began to look like white hens circling him. A jingling sound perked his red ears and he looked up. There, before him, was the Snow Queen wrapped in a bearskin coat. She was sitting in a silver sled, drawn by a snow white reindeer. It stamped at the ground and tossed it's silver-clasped reigns, snorting.
"Come to me, child. You must be cold. Come and creep inside my bearskin coat." she said.
Josh got up from the ground and walked over to the sled, where he sat down next to the Snow Queen. She put the coat around his arms and it felt as if he jumped into a pool of ice.
"Are you still cold?" she asked, and kissed his forehead. Her kiss was colder than ice. It went right to his heart, which was already half made of ice. He felt as though he were about to die, but it hurt only for a second, then it was over.
"Justin... Where's Justin?!" Josh asked. The Snow Queen kissed Josh once more, and all memory of Justin, the roses, and his home disappeared.
"I will not give you any more kisses," she said. "Or I might kiss you to death."
Josh looked at the Snow Queen with loving eyes. He could not imagine anyone could have a wiser or a more beautiful face. She no longer seemed to be made of ice, like the first time he saw her. In his eyes she was utterly perfect. The moon came out and Josh stared into it the whole night. When daytime came, he fell asleep at the feet of the Snow Queen.
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