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Two days ago, @therapeuticfairy and I watched the 2011 Sechs auf einen Streich adaptation of Cinderella (Aschenputtel) at the same time and commented back and forth on it. That was very fun, and I was reminded of how much I like that adaptation. I think it's tied with Lotte Reiniger's 1922 animated short as my favorite German Cinderella.
But out of curiosity, I thought I'd read some German reviews of that version, to see how it was received in its native country. For the most part, it seems to have been well-received: in fact in a survey, it was voted as the all-time favorite installment of Sechs auf einen Streich. But I did come across one negative review, which is linked in the German Wikipedia article on the film.
This German critic complained that this Cinderella doesn't "let a fairy tale be a fairy tale." That it lacks the gentleness, sweetness, and magic of an ideal retelling of the tale. I'll admit that it is a very down-to-earth adaptation. But it's no more so than Three Wishes for Cinderella: a movie to which it clearly owes some inspiration and which has always been popular. What's wrong with a down-to-earth adaptation amid the more "magical" ones now and then?
The critic also claimed that Cinderella and Prince Viktor's interactions lacked any real sense of romance, but were just two grumpy people being rude to each other. I couldn't disagree more! Couldn't this critic recognize playful banter? Now, maybe it doesn't suit all tastes for Cinderella and her Prince to be a playfully bantering couple; of course it's fine to prefer the more old-fashioned starry-eyed romance of the Disney or Rodgers and Hammerstein versions. But I can see the romance in this version too! Again, I think their dynamic is clearly inspired by Three Wishes for Cinderella, but improves on it, IMHO: I think if there's one weakness in Three Wishes, it's that Cinderella and hr Prince don't have enough chemistry, but here I think they do.
The critic also complained that the royal court was "unnaturally cheerful" â but that's one of the aspects of this version that I love! I love the fact that the King is a fun dad, who gives noogies to his son and who keeps the conversation tone light even as he pesters him to be more responsible and get married; that Prince Viktor feels free to joke with his father and speak to him like an equal; and that the stable master is the King's best friend and a mentor to Viktor too, who calls him by his first name instead of "your Highness." Their informality and lack of snobbery stands in contrast to Cinderella's pretentious stepfamily and make it clear that this court will be a happy place for this free-spirited version of Cinderella.
Last but not least, the critic hated the fact that Aylin Tezel's Cinderella is "always" angry and complaining. They insisted that Cinderella is supposed to be calm, patient, and gracefully resigned to her fate because she knows complaining wont change anything. Now of course there have been excellent portrayals of Cinderella that fit that description, but personally? I like the fact that there are also Cinderellas like Tezel's version (and she's far from the only one), who are angry, who do complain and try to stand up to the stepfamily, and who fail to always be calm and patient in the face of abuse. Sometimes it's nice to have a break from idealized role model Cinderellas and see her portrayed as very human for a change.
To be honest, if every Cinderella were calm, patient, and resigned, I'd think she was a nauseating character. One of the main reasons why I like exploring the different adaptations and retellings of the tale is because her portrayal varies so much with each version. The variety shows that there's no wrong way to be a woman, or to deal with abuse and grief, or to relate to a romantic partner as long as there's mutual love and respect, just like there are no wrong ways in real life.
âWhen Other is not only dehumanized but has been successfully converted into an âitâ, deprived of humanhood, the stage is set for any type of direct violence, which is then blamed on the victim. Extermination becomes a psychologically possible duty.â
â Johan Galtung, Cultural Violence (Journal of Peace Research)
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Anna took a sip of tea. The sweet steam filled her with a welcome sense of cosiness as she sat by the window of the castle library and looked out over Arendelle. Most of the clouds had left the sky, though the ground was thick with a blanket of snow that had fallen overnight.
Elsa and Olaf sat with her in the afternoon light taking a well earned break, flipping through the books they had found in Idunaâs mysterious trunk. Suddenly their moment of peace was shattered as the library doors flung open and Kai rushed into the room, hand to his chest and puffing heavily. Knowing how hard the last few days had been for Anna, he looked at her with a smile in his eyes despite his improper intrusion.
âPrincess Anna! The ice harvesters have returned!â
Snapping her book shut Anna gasped in elation as Olaf peered out the window watching the whole town come alive like a disturbed ants nest. Elsa promptly rose from the chaise and extended her hand to Anna, her excitement barely contained behind a graceful smile.
âWell, what are we waiting for?â
Anna took her sisterâs hand and squeezed it tight.
âKristoffâs home!â
As their snowman friend waved from behind frosty glass high above, the sisters ran hand-in-hand, following in the path that Anna had raced only a few crisp mornings ago. This time the tears in Annaâs eyes flowed with love and gratitude, a feeling that everything would turn out right in the end.
As they reached the still busy marketplace their footsteps slowed. The ice harvesters had pulled up at the far end of the square near the outskirts of town. With each step that Anna took past the stalls and strings of lanterns, she could feel that something was not quite right.
The ice harvesters seemed disheveled and distraught, their sleighs unusually disorganised, the horses sweaty and distressed. The returning men and women hugged their families desperately as if theyâd thought theyâd never see them again and after a brief exchange of words the faces of those greeting them fell, their hands covering their mouths in shock.
Anna's mouth felt dry as she scanned the crowds. Elsa sensed it too, a step behind Anna and a soft hand on her shoulder to steady them both. Desperately hoping to find a sign of Kristoff, Annaâs heart skipped when her eyes locked on the man that had clapped her love on the shoulder the morning the team had left Arendelle. Sheâd met him once or twice and Kristoff had mentioned him many times before. She knew that heâd taught Kristoff as an apprentice ice harvester, and now he was his right hand man. If anyone knew where Kristoff was, it was Tor.
Anna called out his name and Torâs head turned sharply towards the sound of her voice, recognising it instantly. The tread of his boots left heavy footprints in the snow as he headed straight toward her with a sombre expression on his cold-ruddied face. Anna's mind started to race and panic rose up her throat. She swallowed it down, wishing it away and placed her hand on her heart to ease the growing ache of unease.
âPrincess Anna.â Tor bowed solemnly, barely able to raise his head. Anna waved away the formalities and tucked her hands under the crook of her arms as suddenly the evening took a chill turn.
âWeâre so glad you're all back safe,â Anna offered, trying to stay hopeful.
Tor forced himself to look at her, his eyes rimmed with red.
âActually, weâre not.â
Anna squeezed herself tighter. Elsaâs fingers pressed into her shoulder.
âWhat do you mean youâre not?â
He glanced away for a moment then swallowed.
âI have a feeling you donât knowâ
Her throat became tight, a shake in her voice.
âWhat do I not know?â
Torâs brows furrowed as he looked directly into Annaâs eyes, his expression heavy with remorse.
âKristoff got left behind,â he admitted, âin deep, deep, deep, deep snow.â
Grief had a gravity that pulled her down and Anna sunk to her knees as great sobs wracked her body. Both Elsa and Tor darted forward to support her as her hands hit the cold hard ground, but as soon as they touched her she brushed them away. Wiping her nose on her wrist as she caught her breath, Anna forced herself to stand, her legs shaking underneath her. She squared her shoulders with her head held high and a flash of wild determination in her eyes.
âCrying is not going to help Kristoff. We have to find him!â
Annaâs heel dug into the snow as she surged forward toward the base of the mountain in the direction the ice harvesters had returned from. Elsa acted just as quicklyâher fingers gripped her sisterâs wrist and Annaâs braids whipped through the air as she turned to protest.
âBut I can help!â
âAnna, please!â Elsa implored. âYouâll only make it worse!â
Annaâs retort caught in her throat and instead she took a sharp breath in, suddenly frozen in place. The desperate plea in her sister's eyes reminded her of how Kristoff had looked at her, in the still raw memory of him with one foot in his sleigh as her spilled belongings lay scattered on the ground by her feet. The moment both their hearts broke The breath she was holding came out in an icy cloud and the swirling storm inside calmed. This time she needed to act with her head, not her heart.
Going up that mountain alone and hot-headed wasnât going to help Kristoff and might well fulfil the prophecy of his worries after all. She was no good to him dead. If anybody could survive out there, it was Kristoff. What he needed now was someone to believe in him. Someone to come home to.
Torâs gravelly voice came from behind her.
âPrincess Anna, let me assure youâas soon as our team is rested and itâs safe on the mountain again, we wonât hesitate to send out a search party for him. We would never give up on Kristoff. Heâs an ice harvester, and ice harvesters are family.â Elsa squeezed Annaâs hand in reassurance. Annaâs lip trembled as she glanced back at her sister and returned the gesture. âOne way or another Kristoff will return to Arendelle,â Tor assured, hope rising in his voice. âHe has a reason to call it home.â
Anna nodded in agreement, tiny crystals of tears forming at the corners of her eyes.
âHeâll come home safe. I can feel it in my heart.â She reached out and touched Torâs frostbitten sleeve. His hardened features lifted with a genuine and heartfelt smile. Anna took another steadying breath and instinctively her new royal role came into play.
âThank you, Tor. Please, come back to the castle. Weâll make sure you all have everything you need tonight.â
âYes! Itâs the least we can do,â Elsa concurred.
âThank you, your highnesses,â Tor bowed again. âBut I think what we all need is to be home with our own families.â
Tor bid them goodbye and the rest of the world seeped into their awareness again. The crowds had begun to disperseâthe ice harvesters and their families returning to their stables and homes, the citizens back to their Christmas shopping in the marketplace as festive music began to play.
Anna turned back to the road, wishfully hoping to hear Svenâs distant hoof beats and see Kristoffâs smug âI told you soâ grin under the bluster of his snow-encrusted fringe, but only the encroaching night drew closer. She felt caught between the light, cheery fullness of her village and the dark savage emptiness of the mountains beyond. A world it was clear to her now, she couldnât be a part of.
Suddenly Anna felt tired, her body slumped. As the sun began to set and the faint glimmer of the first stars began to show, Elsa wrapped an arm around her sister and led her at a slow and heavy shuffle back to the castle.
âLetâs get you to bed.â
~~~
Kristoff awoke with a groan and held his head in his hands. As the stars cleared from his vision a velvety muzzle nudged his shoulder and in the hollow of his back, Svenâs warm chest rose and fell with each steady breath.
âHey there sleepy head!â teased âSvenâ as Kristoff turned to look at the reindeer, still hazy in his groggy vision. âWas wondering when you were going to wake up!â
âHow long was I out?â Kristoff yawned, rubbing the stubble along his jaw. Sven motioned with his head towards the exit of their makeshift shelter.
âJust take a look.â
Cautiously Kristoff shuffled closer to the pine needle wall. The wind had stopped howling, the overhanging branches no longer strained under the force of the gales. In fact, there was not a sound to be heard and everything felt still. A soft light emanated from a gap below the canopy and Kristoff lifted the branches to the side to see out.
Night had fallen, but the sky was completely clear and the winter moon was so big and bright that it lit up everything below almost as if it were day, blurring out the glimmer of the stars. Under its ethereal light the snow covered landscape seemed to glow.
Brushing himself off after crawling out into the open, Kristoff looked in every direction and a sinking feeling began to pull at his stomach. The blizzard had been so powerful that the entire landscape was now unrecognisable. Everything was white on the mountain that night, not a footprint to be seen. There was no clue as to which path the ice harvesters were on, or which way led back to Arendelle. There was not even a hint of where they had had to abandon his sleigh. Without any landmarks, north was south, left was right.
âUh⌠buddy? I think weâre lost in the woods.â
Sven shook like a dog, sending a shower of fur-frost over his friend and let out a groan as he took in the alabaster surroundings. Kristoff wiped the snow off his face with no thought of annoyanceâhe needed to find his way back but had no way to orientate himself. In the stillness of the night, he searched for a sign but there was none. This was something Tor and experience had not prepared him for. Still deep inside his tunic, could feel the strap he had woven for Anna pressed against his chest. With all his heart he wished he could find his way back to her and make everything right.
Frustrated, he let out a low breath to clear his thoughts and at the same time a soft breeze blew. It tangled in his hair and made him shiver as it swirled around him, collecting the suspended mist of his breath and sending it over his shoulder in a sudden whoosh. Pulled by its momentum, he turned to follow its path. The gust sent the icy particles in a playful spiral that headed towards a patch of trees, and vanished.
âThis way, I guess,â Kristoff shrugged. Sven nodded and they headed through the patch of forest together.
âThis feels like weâre getting more lost, not less.â Sven narrowed his eyes and tilted his head towards Kristoff as they found their way deeper into the trees, the place where the frozen lake should be now gone from view.
âWell, unless youâve got any better ideas,â Kristoff retorted. âWhat was it Grand Pabby said to do when youâre unsure? Do the nextââ As the trees began to thin, one of Svenâs antlers caught on a low hanging branch and it whipped back right in Kristoffâs path. âWoah!â He ducked just in time as it lashed overhead, grazing his crown. Now they were both paying attention! Cautiously he stood back up and took a moment to steady himself, adjusting his hat. As he brushed the fringe out of his eyes, they became wide with astonishment. He almost forgot to breathe. âThe next right thing.â
âI think I might cry,â âSvenâ exhaled in relief. Kristoff patted his buddyâs back, but kept his sights set on the beacon of hope, guiding them home to Arendelle.
âGo ahead. I wonât judge.â He took a few more steps forward clear of the woods and closer to the spires of Arendelle castle far below. In the moonlight, the enchanted snowflake at its highest peak glistened a celestial pale blueâan earthly star. Kristoffâs chest swelled with the same golden warmth that beckoned from its triangular windows. âItâs funny how some distance makes everything feel small,â Kristoff breathed, touching his mittened fingers to his tunic, his gift, his bridge back to Anna. âThe fears that once controlled me canât get to me at all.â At last he had found his direction and the brothers headed down the mountain, together.
You make soup in a big bowl. You serve it in a smaller bowl. And then you convey it, using a spoon, to your mouth. But what is the spoon? Simply a smaller bowl still
Frozen 3 was recently showcased at the National Film Promotion Conference in Xiamen, China! If you look closely at the new 'Frozen 3' logo, the North Mountain is actually visible in the background. Also, if you follow Frozen's merchandise and branding evolution, you might have noticed that Elsa's ice palace is almost always featured behind Anna and Elsa nowadays. Theyâre likely hinting at its return in the third movie. What do you guys think?
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