Kristoff is a woodcutter. He
knows well the secret treasures of the forest. He knows the warmth of earth in
his heavy palm. He knows the rustling of green and golden leaves, how they
shower like a cascade of gems when they tumble from the branches. He knows the
soft whistling of all the darting birds and is kind to all creatures he
encounters. The deer do not fear him. Neither do the other beasts. Earnestly,
he goes about his labor and washes sweat from off his brow with the silver
water of a stream.
Then, one day, he sees Anna.
Her red hair flows down her back
like a waterfall, like a waterfall struck with the rose-red hues of the dawn.
Her cheeks are red as apples, her eyes bright as burbling water. There is a
ringlet of flowers about her head.
He speaks to her and she speaks
to him and her voice is more glorious than all the birdsong of the forest.
Kristoff knows stories of wood-nymphs, knows that he can fell her tree and
bring her to his own world… but who would want to commit such sacrilege, such a
crime against her?
She is wild and free and full of
life. He loves her for that and for no other reason.
And so the woodsman does not fell
her tree. Instead, he makes himself a quiet shelter… there in the very bosom of
the forest. And he stays with her.
And they laugh and sing and kiss
and tell each other sweet things for all the days that follow.