Frozen created the most hype I’ve heard in a long, long time. Loosely based off of “The Snow Queen” by Hans Christian Anderson, Disney’s film went back to traditional fairytale roots while staying away from the cliché love story. Since I’m far from a dedicated moviegoer, I sat back and watched the excitement grow and grow. Finally, instead of going to the theaters, my husband and I bought it.
I settled into the couch cushions and pressed play, afraid that it would be over-rated. Surely it couldn’t be so laudable as I had heard. And just as expected, the first few scenes piqued some scrutiny: why does the random gnome want to keep Kristoff and Sven? Who does Kristoff belong with? Why does Anna have to forget? The story didn’t offer many explanations. Continue reading