The Woodsman and the Wood-Nymph

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.