This analysis effectively exposes how Disney’s commercial sanitization erases Andersen’s profound warning about the spiritual blindness caused by cynicism. It reminds us that the original "ice heart" was a philosophical tragedy about losing one's perspective, not just a convenient fairy-tale trope.
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I read the original "Snow Queen"- Disney's Changes ENRAGED me. #hanschristianandersenAdded:
Okay, repeat what we were just talking about.
We were exploring how stories relate to culture. In the past, they often reflected the values of their time, like duty or goodness. Nowadays, stories, like Frozen, actively shape culture, influencing how young audiences see themselves, focusing on empowerment and self-discovery.
Both shape how we view the world and ourselves.
I was having a little conversation with uh chat GPT as I usually do before uh do this. It's fun to debate her, but anyways, right? Exactly. And why was [clears throat] I asking her that particular question this morning? Well, because we are going to delve into The Snow Queen. The Snow Queen is what Frozen, you know, let it go, was based off of. Disney's Frozen. Now, I always make chat GPT not give me any spoilers cuz I haven't even seen the movie Frozen, actually.
But I know it's female empowerment and sisterhood and not romantic love, etc. So, I asked chat GPT if there was more feminism in Disney's version.
And she told me that it's it stresses autonomy and, you know, female this and that and the other hood sisterhood and whatever, whereas Hans Christian Andersen's tale stressed purity and goodness and moral, you know, values.
So, that's interesting, isn't it? Is anybody shocked? No.
>> [laughter] >> Welcome back to Literary Archaeology.
>> [music] [music] [music] >> Okay.
So yesterday I was having a Zoom meeting with one of you, no names, and Lola totally knocked the tripod again. I still was a ninja and caught the camera. We're going to do her, you know, per diem thing here. I forgot to get a bunch of treats out first. But there you go, cuz I know she's the main show. I'm just in the background.
Charlie's per diem is up there, but he's asleep. He's lazy.
Anyways.
I know you guys don't mind if we take a little moment to get these treats out.
So The Snow Queen. Now, it is divided into seven parts.
Again according to the chat.
And it's very helpful to ask her this how long would that take to read at the pace I want to read it? Oh, 2 and 1/2 hours. Okay. That's a little long for a show.
So what we're going to do is we're going to divide it, obviously.
And we're going to today read the first story and the second story. You know, divide it into seven stories. So here we go.
It's I just I am so fired up about the difference between this and Frozen.
And feminism. They're teaching little She tried to tell me, "Oh, it reflects culture and blah blah blah." And I said, "Okay, well, a 6-year-old watching Frozen doesn't have a world view yet. So isn't it shaping that Oh, good point. Blah blah blah. Yeah, good point.
Scary point.
Explains a lot.
Cuz obviously didn't start with Frozen.
Anyway, I got to calm down.
Cuz it's fairy tale time.
The Snow Queen, >> [sighs and gasps] >> a tale in seven stories.
First story, which has to do with a mirror and its fragments.
Now then, we will begin. When the story is done, you shall know a great deal more than you do now.
He was a terribly bad hobgoblin, a goblin of the very wickedest sort. And in fact, he was the devil himself.
One day, the devil was in a very good humor because he had just finished a mirror which had this peculiar power.
Everything good and beautiful that was reflected in it seemed to dwindle to almost nothing at all.
While everything that was worthless and ugly became most conspicuous and even uglier than ever.
In this mirror, the loveliest landscapes looked like boiled spinach and the very best people became hideous or stood on their heads and had no stomachs.
Their faces were distorted beyond any recognition. And if a person had a freckle, it was sure to spread until it covered both nose and mouth.
"That's very funny," said the devil.
If a good, pious thought passed through anyone's mind, it showed in the mirror as a carnal grin.
And the devil laughed aloud at his ingenious invention.
I'm just going to say, the devil was doing what now? Taking things that were beautiful, taking things that were pious, and turning them ugly.
Isn't that what we just talked about earlier about what Disney did to this tale?
All those who went to the Hobgoblin school, for he had a school of his own, told everyone that a miracle had come to pass.
Now they asserted, for the very first time, you could see how the world and all its people really looked.
They scurried about with the mirror until there was not a person alive nor a land on earth that had not been distorted.
When they wanted to fly up to heaven itself to scoff at the angels and our Lord. Oh, then they wanted to fly up to heaven itself to scoff at the angels and our Lord.
The higher they flew with a mirror, the wider it grinned.
They could hardly manage to hold it.
Higher they flew and higher still, nearer to heaven and the angels, then the grinning mirror trembled with such violence that it slipped from their hands and fell to the earth.
Where it shattered into hundreds of millions of billions of bits, or perhaps even more.
And now it caused more trouble than it did before it was broken.
Because some of the fragments were smaller than a grain of sand, and these went flying throughout the wide world.
Once they got in people's eye, they would stay there.
These bits of glass distorted everything the people saw, and made them see only the bad side of things. For every little bit of glass kept the same power that the whole mirror had possessed.
I'm thinking of one of you that I spoke to yesterday who referred to you know, the fact that we had read The Fir Tree on Sunday.
And it it caused him to really think.
And I love that he said we read it, right? Because we are all reading this.
But the piece of glass in the eye that makes it so all you can see is the bad.
I don't know if that's ringing true for him right now or not.
A few people even got a glass splinter in their hearts, and that was a terrible thing, for it turned their hearts into lumps of ice.
Some of the fragments were so large that they were used as window panes, but not the kind of window through which you should look at your friends.
Other pieces were made into spectacles, and evil things came to pass.
Oh my gosh, when people put them on to see clearly and to see justice done.
The fiend was so tickled by it all that he laughed till his sides were sore.
But fine bits of the glass are still flying through the air, and now you shall hear what happened.
Yeah, I don't think this is Disney.
So far, to me, this is the most brilliant thing that I've read from Hans Christian Andersen, and that's saying a lot.
That is saying a lot.
I feel like we're reading a true story.
Kind of are.
Second story, a little boy and a little girl.
In the big city, it was so crowded with houses and people that few found room for even a small garden, and most people had to be content with a flower pot.
But two poor children who lived there managed to have a garden that was a little bigger than a flower pot. These children were not brother and sister, but they loved each other just as much as if they had been.
Their parents lived close to one another in the in the garrets of two adjoining houses where the roofs met and where the rain gutter ran between the two houses, their two small windows faced each other. One had only to step across the rain gutter to go from window to window.
In these windows, the parents had a large box where they planted vegetables for their use and a little rose bush, too.
Each box had a bush which thrived to perfection. Then it occurred to the parents to put these boxes across the gutter where they would nearly where they very nearly reached from one window to the other and looked exactly like two walls of flowers.
The pea plants hung down over the boxes and the rose bushes threw out long sprays that framed the windows and bent over inward each toward each other.
It was almost like a little triumphal arch of greenery and flowers. The boxes were very high and the children knew that they were not to climb about on them, but they were often allowed to take their little stools out on the roof under the roses where they had wonderful time playing together.
Winter, of course, put an end to this pleasure.
The windows often frosted over completely, but they would heat copper pennies on the stove and press these hot coins against the frost-coated glass.
Then they had the finest of peepholes.
Aw, as round as a ring and behind them appeared a bright, friendly eye. Aw, aw, aw.
One at each window. It was the little boy and the little girl who peeped out.
His name was Kay and hers was Gerda.
With one skip, they could join each other in the summer.
But to visit together in the wintertime, they had to go all the way downstairs in one house and climb all the way upstairs in the other.
Outside the snow was whirling.
"See the white bees swarming?" the old grandmother said. "Do they have a queen bee, too?" the little boy asked, for he knew the real bees have one.
"Yes, indeed they do." the grandmother said. "She flies in the thick of the swarm. She is the biggest bee of all and can never stay quietly on the earth, but goes back again to the dark clouds. Many a wintry night she flies through the streets and Bless you.
flies through the streets and peers in through the windows. Then they freeze over to a strange fashion as if they were covered with flowers."
"Oh, yes, we've seen that." both the children said.
And so, they knew it was true.
"Can the Snow Queen come in here?" the little girl asked. "Well, let her come."
cried the boy. "I would put her on the hot stove and melt her."
>> [laughter] >> But grandmother stroked his head and told them other stories.
That evening when little Kay was at home and half ready for bed, he climbed on the chair by the window and looked out through the little peephole. A few snowflakes were falling and the largest flake of all alighted on the edge of one of the flower boxes. This flake grew bigger and bigger until at last it turned into a woman who was dressed in the finest white gauze which looked as if it had been made from millions of star-shaped flakes.
She was beautiful and she was graceful, but she was ice she was ice shining glittering ice.
She was alive for all that, and her eyes sparkled like two bright stars.
But in them were there was neither rest nor peace.
She nodded toward the window and beckoned with her hand. The little boy was frightened, and as he jumped down from the chair, it seemed to him that a huge bird flew past the window.
The next day was clear and cold. Then the snow thawed and springtime came.
The sun shone, the green grass sprouted, swallows made their nests, windows were thrown open, and once again the children played in their little roof garden high up in the rain gutter on top of the house.
That summer the roses bloomed and there's their splendid best. The little girl had learned a hymn in which there was a line about about roses that reminded her of their own flowers. She sang it to the little boy, and he sang it with her.
Where roses bloom so sweetly in the veil, there shall you find the Christ child without fail.
Yeah, that's not in Disney, is it?
The children held each other by the hand, kissed the roses, looked up at the Lord's clear sunshine, and spoke to it as if the Christ child were there.
What glorious summer days those were, and how beautiful it was out under those frag- fragrant rose bushes, which seemed as if they would never stop blooming.
Kay and Gerda were looking at a picture book of birds and beasts one day, and it was then, just as the clock in the church tower was striking five, that Kay cried, "Oh, something hurt my heart, and now I've got something in my eye."
Oh, no.
Oh, no.
And it he felt it when the church bells rang?
I mean, it's been there since last winter, hasn't it? Probably.
Probably.
The little girl put her arm around his neck, and he blinked his eye. No, she couldn't see anything in it.
"I think it's gone," he said, but it was not gone. It was one of those splinters of glass from the magic mirror, you remember, that goblin's mirror, the one which made everything great and good that was reflected in it appear small and ugly, but which magnified all evil things until each blemish loomed large.
Poor Kay, a fragment had pierced his heart as well, and soon it would turn into a lump of ice. The pain had stopped, but the glass was still there.
"Why should you be crying?" he asked.
"It makes you look so ugly."
"There's nothing the matter with me."
And suddenly, he took it into his head to say, "Ugh, that rose is all worm-eaten, and look, this one is crooked, and these roses, they are just as ugly as they can be. They look like the boxes they grow in." He gave the boxes a kick and broke off both of the roses.
You certainly act differently if you can't see what is good and beautiful.
And it's hard to smile.
"Kay, what are you doing?" the little girl cried when he saw how it upset how it upset her, he broke off another rose, and And leaped home through his own window, leaving dear little Gerda all alone.
Afterwards, when she brought out her picture book, he said it was fit only for babes in the cradle. And whenever grandmother told stories, he always broke in with a but. If he could manage it, he would steal behind her, perch a pair of spectacles on his nose, oh no, and imitate her. He did this so cleverly that it made everybody laugh. And before long, he could mimic the walk and the talk of everyone who lived on that street. Everything that was odd or ugly about them.
Kay could mimic so well that people said, "That boy has surely got a good head on him."
But it was the glass in his eye and the glass in his heart that made him tease even little Gerda, who loved him with all her soul.
Now, his games were very different from what they used to be. They became more sensible.
When the snow was flying about one wintry day, he brought a large magnifying glass out of the doors and the tail of his blue coat to let the snowflakes fall on it. "Now, look through the glass," he told Gerda. Each snowflake seemed much larger larger and looked like a magnificent flower or a 10-pointed star. It was marvelous to look at.
"Look how artistic," said Kay. "They are much more interesting to look at than real flowers, for they are absolutely perfect. There isn't a flaw in them until they start melting."
Interesting that there's beauty there.
I wonder I wonder why there's beauty there.
A little while later, Kay came down with his big gloves on his hands and his sled on his back. Right in Gerda's ear, he bawled out, "I've been given permission to play in the big square where the other boys are." And away he ran.
In the square, some of the more adventurous boys would tie their little sleds on behind their farmers carts to be pulled along for quite a distance. It was one It was a wonderful sport. While the fun was at its height, a big sleigh drove up. It was painted entirely white, and the driver wore a white shaggy fur coat and a white shaggy cap.
I don't know.
I don't trust it.
As the sleigh drove twice around the square, Kay quickly hooked his little sled behind it, and down the street they went faster and faster.
The driver around Sorry. Let me make sure that I'm where I am. See, we need a blooper reel.
Ah, the driver turned around in a friendly fashion and nodded to Kay just as if they were old acquaintances.
Every time Kay started to unfasten his little sleigh, its driver nodded again, and Kay held on even when they drove right out through the town gate.
Then the snow began to fall so fast that the boy could not see his hands in front of him as they sped on. He suddenly let go the slack of the rope in his hands in order to get loose from the big sleigh, but it did no good.
His little sleigh was tied on securely, and they went like wind. He gave a loud shout, but nobody heard him. The snow whirled, and the sleigh flew along.
Every now and then, it gave a jump as if it were clearing hedges and ditches. The boy was terror-stricken.
He tried to say his prayers, but all he could remember was his multiplication tables.
Right.
What was in his head? Oh, you know, school.
School, school, school, math.
What's more important?
Remembering his prayers or remembering his multiplication tables, especially when you're terror-stricken, especially when bad things are going on.
And we are raised to remember our multiplication tables and not our prayers.
So when, you know, bad stuff goes down, we don't automatically go to where we should go.
Wow.
The snowflakes got bigger and bigger until they looked like big white hens.
All of a sudden, the curtain of snow parted and the big sleigh stopped and the driver stood up. The fur coat and the cap were made of snow and it was a woman. It was a woman.
Oh, okay.
Maybe I was sensing evil because my witchometer was going off, but we don't know yet. We'll find out.
Oh, goodness. It was a woman, tall and slender and blinding white. She was the Snow Queen herself.
"We have made a good time," she said.
"It is Is it possible that you tremble from cold?
Crawl under my bear coat." She took him up in the sleigh beside her and as she wrapped the fur about him, he felt as if he were sinking into a snowdrift.
"Are you still cold?" she asked and kissed him on the forehead. Brr, the kiss was colder than ice. He felt it right down to his heart, half of which was already an icy lump.
He felt as if he were dying, but only for a moment. Then he felt quite comfortable and no longer noticed the cold.
"We have made good time," she said. "Is it possible that you tremble from cold?"
Oh, sorry.
Sinking in a snowdrift. I read that. I had to take care of Lola and come back and then I lost my place. We definitely need a blooper reel.
"My sled, don't forget my sled." It was the only thing he thought of. They tied it to one of the white hens, which flew along after them with the sled on its back. The Snow Queen kissed Kay once more, and then he forgot little Gerda and grandmother and all the others at home.
Evil.
Evil woman.
"You won't get any more kisses now," she said, "or else I should kiss you to death." Kay looked at her.
She was so beautiful.
A cleverer and prettier face he could not imagine. She no longer seemed to be made of ice as she had seemed when she sat outside his window and beckoned to him. In his eyes she was perfect. Yeah, well, you've got one of those pieces of mirror in your eye, dude.
Man, this is real. This is the real I see why Disney was like, "Nope, we're going to change it." Don't look in the book. Don't read the original.
Oh, getting so angry.
>> [snorts] >> Ah, she was perfect and he was and she Okay, hold on.
seemed when she sat outside. She no longer seemed to be made of ice as she seemed when she sat outside his window and beckoned to him. In his eyes she was perfect and she was not at all afraid.
He told her how he could do mental arithmetic even with fractions and that he knew the size of the population of all the countries. She kept on smiling and he began to be afraid that he did not know as much as he thought he did.
He looked up at the great big space overhead as she flew with him high up in the clouds. Oh, high up on the black clouds.
While the storm whistled and roared as if it were singing old ballads.
They flew over forests and lakes, over many a land and sea. Below them the wind blew so cold wolves howled and black crows screamed as they skimmed across the glittering snow. But up above the moon shone bright and large and on it Kay fixed his eyes throughout that long long winter night. But by day he slept at the feet of the Snow Queen.
Okay, I've made an executive decision.
We are going to start the third story but use it as a teaser. It's a teaser for me too. I don't read ahead.
I so badly want to. This is probably the the most tempted I've ever been. So we're going to read like a little snippet. We're just going to get a taste.
Going to make it harder, but that's okay.
Third story, the flower garden of the woman skilled in magic.
How did little Gerda get along Kay did not come back? Where could Where could he be? Nobody knew. Nobody could give them any news of him. All that the boys could say was that they had seen him hitch his little sled to a fine big sleigh which had driven down the street and out through the town gate. Nobody knew what had become of Kay.
Many tears were shed and little Gerda sobbed hardest of all. People said that he was dead. That he must have been drowned in the river not far from town. Ah, how gloomy those long winter days were.
But spring and its warm sunshine came at last.
"Kay is dead and gone." little Gerda said.
"I don't believe it." said the sunshine.
"He's dead and gone." she said to the swallows. "We don't believe it." they sang. Finally little Gerda began to disbelieve it, too. One morning she said to herself, "I'll put on my new red shoes, the ones Kay has never seen, and I'll go down by the river to ask about him."
It was very very early in the morning.
She kissed her old grandmother, who was still asleep, put on her red shoes, and all by herself she hurried out through the town gate and down the river.
"Is it true that you have taken my own little playmate? I'll give you my red shoes if you will bring him back to me."
It seemed to her that the waves nodded very strangely, so she took off the red shoes that were her dearest possession, and threw them into the river, but they fell near the shore, and the little waves washed them right back to her. It seemed that the river could not take her dearest possession because it did not have little Kay.
However, she was afraid that she had not thrown them far enough, so she clamored into the boat that lay among the reeds, walked the end of it, and threw her shoes out into the water again, but the boat was not tied, and her movement be Ah, and her movements made it drift away from the bank. She realized this and tried to get ashore, but by the time she reached the other end of the boat, it was already more than a yard from the bank and was fast gaining speed.
I'm bad.
>> [laughter and gasps] >> But I teased us like that. Um next Sunday seems like a seems like a million years away, we will reread what I just read to like, you know, remember where we are and everything.
Well, I mean, I don't think that that is at all what the Disney story is. I mean, I've only seen like the previews of it. And this is like there's no dude in there.
There's no It never ceases to amaze me.
Oh, I did this. I'm so sorry. I'm not trying to do bird hands.
It never ceases to amaze me how obvious it is that evil is being taught to us.
We have those bits in our eyes and in our hearts where we can't see God.
Because if you can't see beauty, you can't see God.
It's blocked from us.
And it's why, you know, they they do movies like Frozen and all the rest of it because it shapes your view. It alters how you see things.
Completely alters it.
If you can't see goodness, purity, faithfulness, etc., what are you seeing?
You're only seeing the entropy. You're only seeing from the eyes of the devil.
But it's not real. What you're seeing isn't real.
It's It's not. It's It's It's a piece of that black mirror.
You just have to know that.
When you look at the way Gerda was, you know, saying he's dead, he's gone.
But she like heard the sunshine say, "Nah." What what is that? That's faith.
She was trying to be reasonable, you know, through reason, and say, "Well, he's got to be dead."
And she was able to see beauty, she was able to feel hope, and understand faith, and know.
Cuz faith isn't a feeling, it's a knowing.
And her vision isn't skewed.
So, hope was able to exist in her eyes.
We get in this mind frame like that frame mind where we think that being um skeptical or whatever is being realistic. And I think I covered that last week with the fur tree. Like, "Oh, you're being realistic, math and times tables and blah blah blah, right?"
It's interesting how many of you I've spoken to who are engineers and scientists and stuff like that.
And it makes sense that you'd be like, "I don't understand what's going on."
Because you think this way.
And it's good to be smart like that, but it steers you away from seeing what the sunshine is telling you.
And I probably sound like a silly little girl, but it takes a lot of brains and uh reason and logic and wisdom to understand that faith and hope and all of those things are far more important and greater than a mathematic formula I think. With one of you guys yesterday I said, "Math is overrated."
>> [gasps] >> And this is what I mean.
He could remember his multiplication tables.
Math is overrated. It just not going to help you.
It's not going to help you figure it out. It's not going to help you figure out life.
The only way that math can is you go, "Huh, there's like this, you know, order. It's like how does this just exist?" You're not creating math, you're discovering it.
Well, where did it come from?
That's where the greater wisdom kicks in.
And I really think that this story is going to challenge us to see past the material world and understand that we've all got a fleck of that stuff in our eyes and in our hearts.
We do.
Hans Christian Andersen is genius. It's a great way to explain why we don't see God in everything.
It's so hard to see beauty. Like why aren't you paying attention to the birds? Why aren't you any of that? Why? Why? Why do we not see it?
We got a fleck in our eye. I think uh I'm definitely going to think about that as the week progresses. And I'm just going to keep on like eh try to see past it. And if I can't see past it, I'll know past it.
>> [snorts] >> So glad to be doing this with you guys.
And if you're new here, welcome.
Welcome. We are having a great time.
And uh we're learning more from Hans Christian Andersen than you could in any book that people are studying in college right now, so welcome.
Welcome, welcome.
Okay, guys.
I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. And until I see you next time, which will most likely be Tuesday for The Screwtape Letters, protect your peace, feed your souls. I love you guys. I'll see you on the next one. Bye.
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