THE SNOW QUEEN IN SEVEN STORIES

                                  1872

                 FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN

                             THE SNOW QUEEN

                            IN SEVEN STORIES

                       by Hans Christian Andersen

                      STORY THE FIRST



WHICH describes a looking-glass and the broken fragments.

You must attend to the commencement of this story, for when we get

to the end we shall know more than we do now about a very wicked

hobgoblin; he was one of the very worst, for he was a real demon.

One day, when he was in a merry mood, he made a looking-glass which

had the power of making everything good or beautiful that was

reflected in it almost shrink to nothing, while everything that was

worthless and bad looked increased in size and worse than ever. The

most lovely landscapes appeared like boiled spinach, and the people

became hideous, and looked as if they stood on their heads and had

no bodies. Their countenances were so distorted that no one could

recognize them, and even one freckle on the face appeared to spread

over the whole of the nose and mouth. The demon said this was very

amusing. When a good or pious thought passed through the mind of any

one it was misrepresented in the glass; and then how the demon laughed

at his cunning invention. All who went to the demon's school- for he

kept a school- talked everywhere of the wonders they had seen, and

declared that people could now, for the first time, see what the world

and mankind were really like. They carried the glass about everywhere,

till at last there was not a land nor a people who had not been looked

at through this distorted mirror. They wanted even to fly with it up

to heaven to see the angels, but the higher they flew the more

slippery the glass became, and they could scarcely hold it, till at

last it slipped from their hands, fell to the earth, and was broken

into millions of pieces. But now the looking-glass caused more

unhappiness than ever, for some of the fragments were not so large

as a grain of sand, and they flew about the world into every

country. When one of these tiny atoms flew into a person's eye, it

stuck there unknown to him, and from that moment he saw everything

through a distorted medium, or could see only the worst side of what

he looked at, for even the smallest fragment retained the same power

which had belonged to the whole mirror. Some few persons even got a

fragment of the looking-glass in their hearts, and this was very

terrible, for their hearts became cold like a lump of ice. A few of

the pieces were so large that they could be used as window-panes; it

would have been a sad thing to look at our friends through them. Other

pieces were made into spectacles; this was dreadful for those who wore

them, for they could see nothing either rightly or justly. At all this

the wicked demon laughed till his sides shook- it tickled him so to

see the mischief he had done. There were still a number of these

little fragments of glass floating about in the air, and now you shall

hear what happened with one of them.

                         SECOND STORY

                A LITTLE BOY AND A LITTLE GIRL



In a large town, full of houses and people, there is not room

for everybody to have even a little garden, therefore they are obliged

to be satisfied with a few flowers in flower-pots. In one of these

large towns lived two poor children who had a garden something

larger and better than a few flower-pots. They were not brother and

sister, but they loved each other almost as much as if they had

been. Their parents lived opposite to each other in two garrets, where

the roofs of neighboring houses projected out towards each other and

the water-pipe ran between them. In each house was a little window, so

that any one could step across the gutter from one window to the

other. The parents of these children had each a large wooden box in

which they cultivated kitchen herbs for their own use, and a little

rose-bush in each box, which grew splendidly. Now after a while the

parents decided to place these two boxes across the water-pipe, so

that they reached from one window to the other and looked like two

banks of flowers. Sweet-peas drooped over the boxes, and the

rose-bushes shot forth long branches, which were trained round the

windows and clustered together almost like a triumphal arch of

leaves and flowers. The boxes were very high, and the children knew

they must not climb upon them, without permission, but they were

often, however, allowed to step out together and sit upon their little

stools under the rose-bushes, or play quietly. In winter all this

pleasure came to an end, for the windows were sometimes quite frozen

over. But then they would warm copper pennies on the stove, and hold

the warm pennies against the frozen pane; there would be very soon a

little round hole through which they could peep, and the soft bright

eyes of the little boy and girl would beam through the hole at each

window as they looked at each other. Their names were Kay and Gerda.

In summer they could be together with one jump from the window, but in

winter they had to go up and down the long staircase, and out

through the snow before they could meet.

"See there are the white bees swarming," said Kay's old

grandmother one day when it was snowing.

"Have they a queen bee?" asked the little boy, for he knew that

the real bees had a queen.

"To be sure they have," said the grandmother. "She is flying there

where the swarm is thickest. She is the largest of them all, and never

remains on the earth, but flies up to the dark clouds. Often at

midnight she flies through the streets of the town, and looks in at

the windows, then the ice freezes on the panes into wonderful

shapes, that look like flowers and castles."

"Yes, I have seen them," said both the children, and they knew

it must be true.

"Can the Snow Queen come in here?" asked the little girl.

"Only let her come," said the boy, "I'll set her on the stove

and then she'll melt."

Then the grandmother smoothed his hair and told him some more

tales. One evening, when little Kay was at home, half undressed, he

climbed on a chair by the window and peeped out through the little

hole. A few flakes of snow were falling, and one of them, rather

larger than the rest, alighted on the edge of one of the flower boxes.

This snow-flake grew larger and larger, till at last it became the

figure of a woman, dressed in garments of white gauze, which looked

like millions of starry snow-flakes linked together. She was fair

and beautiful, but made of ice- shining and glittering ice. Still

she was alive and her eyes sparkled like bright stars, but there was

neither peace nor rest in their glance. She nodded towards the

window and waved her hand. The little boy was frightened and sprang

from the chair; at the same moment it seemed as if a large bird flew

by the window. On the following day there was a clear frost, and

very soon came the spring. The sun shone; the young green leaves burst

forth; the swallows built their nests; windows were opened, and the

children sat once more in the garden on the roof, high above all the

other rooms. How beautiful the roses blossomed this summer. The little

girl had learnt a hymn in which roses were spoken of, and then she

thought of their own roses, and she sang the hymn to the little boy,

and he sang too:-

              "Roses bloom and cease to be,

               But we shall the Christ-child see."

Then the little ones held each other by the hand, and kissed the

roses, and looked at the bright sunshine, and spoke to it as if the

Christ-child were there. Those were splendid summer days. How

beautiful and fresh it was out among the rose-bushes, which seemed

as if they would never leave off blooming. One day Kay and Gerda sat

looking at a book full of pictures of animals and birds, and then just

as the clock in the church tower struck twelve, Kay said, "Oh,

something has struck my heart!" and soon after, "There is something in

my eye."

The little girl put her arm round his neck, and looked into his

eye, but she could see nothing.

"I think it is gone," he said. But it was not gone; it was one

of those bits of the looking-glass- that magic mirror, of which we

have spoken- the ugly glass which made everything great and good

appear small and ugly, while all that was wicked and bad became more

visible, and every little fault could be plainly seen. Poor little Kay

had also received a small grain in his heart, which very quickly

turned to a lump of ice. He felt no more pain, but the glass was there

still. "Why do you cry?" said he at last; "it makes you look ugly.

There is nothing the matter with me now. Oh, see!" he cried

suddenly, "that rose is worm-eaten, and this one is quite crooked.

After all they are ugly roses, just like the box in which they stand,"

and then he kicked the boxes with his foot, and pulled off the two

roses.

"Kay, what are you doing?" cried the little girl; and then, when

he saw how frightened she was, he tore off another rose, and jumped

through his own window away from little Gerda.

When she afterwards brought out the picture book, he said, "It was

only fit for babies in long clothes," and when grandmother told any

stories, he would interrupt her with "but;" or, when he could manage

it, he would get behind her chair, put on a pair of spectacles, and

imitate her very cleverly, to make people laugh. By-and-by he began to

mimic the speech and gait of persons in the street. All that was

peculiar or disagreeable in a person he would imitate directly, and

people said, "That boy will be very clever; he has a remarkable

genius." But it was the piece of glass in his eye, and the coldness in

his heart, that made him act like this. He would even tease little

Gerda, who loved him with all her heart. His games, too, were quite

different; they were not so childish. One winter's day, when it

snowed, he brought out a burning-glass, then he held out the tail of

his blue coat, and let the snow-flakes fall upon it. "Look in this

glass, Gerda," said he; and she saw how every flake of snow was

magnified, and looked like a beautiful flower or a glittering star.

"Is it not clever?" said Kay, "and much more interesting than

looking at real flowers. There is not a single fault in it, and the

snow-flakes are quite perfect till they begin to melt."

Soon after Kay made his appearance in large thick gloves, and with

his sledge at his back. He called up stairs to Gerda, "I've got to

leave to go into the great square, where the other boys play and

ride." And away he went.

In the great square, the boldest among the boys would often tie

their sledges to the country people's carts, and go with them a good

way. This was capital. But while they were all amusing themselves, and

Kay with them, a great sledge came by; it was painted white, and in it

sat some one wrapped in a rough white fur, and wearing a white cap.

The sledge drove twice round the square, and Kay fastened his own

little sledge to it, so that when it went away, he followed with it.

It went faster and faster right through the next street, and then

the person who drove turned round and nodded pleasantly to Kay, just

as if they were acquainted with each other, but whenever Kay wished to

loosen his little sledge the driver nodded again, so Kay sat still,

and they drove out through the town gate. Then the snow began to

fall so heavily that the little boy could not see a hand's breadth

before him, but still they drove on; then he suddenly loosened the

cord so that the large sled might go on without him, but it was of

no use, his little carriage held fast, and away they went like the

wind. Then he called out loudly, but nobody heard him, while the

snow beat upon him, and the sledge flew onwards. Every now and then it

gave a jump as if it were going over hedges and ditches. The boy was

frightened, and tried to say a prayer, but he could remember nothing

but the multiplication table.

The snow-flakes became larger and larger, till they appeared

like great white chickens. All at once they sprang on one side, the

great sledge stopped, and the person who had driven it rose up. The

fur and the cap, which were made entirely of snow, fell off, and he

saw a lady, tall and white, it was the Snow Queen.

"We have driven well," said she, "but why do you tremble? here,

creep into my warm fur." Then she seated him beside her in the sledge,

and as she wrapped the fur round him he felt as if he were sinking

into a snow drift.

"Are you still cold," she asked, as she kissed him on the

forehead. The kiss was colder than ice; it went quite through to his

heart, which was already almost a lump of ice; he felt as if he were

going to die, but only for a moment; he soon seemed quite well

again, and did not notice the cold around him.

"My sledge! don't forget my sledge," was his first thought, and

then he looked and saw that it was bound fast to one of the white

chickens, which flew behind him with the sledge at its back. The

Snow Queen kissed little Kay again, and by this time he had

forgotten little Gerda, his grandmother, and all at home.

"Now you must have no more kisses," she said, "or I should kiss

you to death."

Kay looked at her, and saw that she was so beautiful, he could not

imagine a more lovely and intelligent face; she did not now seem to be

made of ice, as when he had seen her through his window, and she had

nodded to him. In his eyes she was perfect, and she did not feel at

all afraid. He told her he could do mental arithmetic, as far as

fractions, and that he knew the number of square miles and the

number of inhabitants in the country. And she always smiled so that he

thought he did not know enough yet, and she looked round the vast

expanse as she flew higher and higher with him upon a black cloud,

while the storm blew and howled as if it were singing old songs.

They flew over woods and lakes, over sea and land; below them roared

the wild wind; the wolves howled and the snow crackled; over them flew

the black screaming crows, and above all shone the moon, clear and

bright,- and so Kay passed through the long winter's night, and by day

he slept at the feet of the Snow Queen.

                    THIRD STORY

           THE FLOWER GARDEN OF THE WOMAN

                  WHO COULD CONJURE



But how fared little Gerda during Kay's absence? What had become

of him, no one knew, nor could any one give the slightest information,

excepting the boys, who said that he had tied his sledge to another

very large one, which had driven through the street, and out at the

town gate. Nobody knew where it went; many tears were shed for him,

and little Gerda wept bitterly for a long time. She said she knew he

must be dead; that he was drowned in the river which flowed close by

the school. Oh, indeed those long winter days were very dreary. But at

last spring came, with warm sunshine. "Kay is dead and gone," said

little Gerda.

"I don't believe it," said the sunshine.

"He is dead and gone," she said to the sparrows.

"We don't believe it," they replied; and at last little Gerda

began to doubt it herself. "I will put on my new red shoes," she

said one morning, "those that Kay has never seen, and then I will go

down to the river, and ask for him." It was quite early when she

kissed her old grandmother, who was still asleep; then she put on

her red shoes, and went quite alone out of the town gates toward the

river. "Is it true that you have taken my little playmate away from

me?" said she to the river. "I will give you my red shoes if you

will give him back to me." And it seemed as if the waves nodded to her

in a strange manner. Then she took off her red shoes, which she

liked better than anything else, and threw them both into the river,

but they fell near the bank, and the little waves carried them back to

the land, just as if the river would not take from her what she

loved best, because they could not give her back little Kay. But she

thought the shoes had not been thrown out far enough. Then she crept

into a boat that lay among the reeds, and threw the shoes again from

the farther end of the boat into the water, but it was not fastened.

And her movement sent it gliding away from the land. When she saw this

she hastened to reach the end of the boat, but before she could so

it was more than a yard from the bank, and drifting away faster than

ever. Then little Gerda was very much frightened, and began to cry,

but no one heard her except the sparrows, and they could not carry her

to land, but they flew along by the shore, and sang, as if to

comfort her, "Here we are! Here we are!" The boat floated with the

stream; little Gerda sat quite still with only her stockings on her

feet; the red shoes floated after her, but she could not reach them

because the boat kept so much in advance. The banks on each side of

the river were very pretty. There were beautiful flowers, old trees,

sloping fields, in which cows and sheep were grazing, but not a man to

be seen. Perhaps the river will carry me to little Kay, thought Gerda,

and then she became more cheerful, and raised her head, and looked

at the beautiful green banks; and so the boat sailed on for hours.

At length she came to a large cherry orchard, in which stood a small

red house with strange red and blue windows. It had also a thatched

roof, and outside were two wooden soldiers, that presented arms to her

as she sailed past. Gerda called out to them, for she thought they

were alive, but of course they did not answer; and as the boat drifted

nearer to the shore, she saw what they really were. Then Gerda

called still louder, and there came a very old woman out of the house,

leaning on a crutch. She wore a large hat to shade her from the sun,

and on it were painted all sorts of pretty flowers. "You poor little

child," said the old woman, "how did you manage to come all this

distance into the wide world on such a rapid rolling stream?" And then

the old woman walked in the water, seized the boat with her crutch,

drew it to land, and lifted Gerda out. And Gerda was glad to feel

herself on dry ground, although she was rather afraid of the strange

old woman. "Come and tell me who you are," said she, "and how came you

here."

Then Gerda told her everything, while the old woman shook her

head, and said, "Hem-hem;" and when she had finished, Gerda asked if

she had not seen little Kay, and the old woman told her he had not

passed by that way, but he very likely would come. So she told Gerda

not to be sorrowful, but to taste the cherries and look at the

flowers; they were better than any picture-book, for each of them

could tell a story. Then she took Gerda by the hand and led her into

the little house, and the old woman closed the door. The windows

were very high, and as the panes were red, blue, and yellow, the

daylight shone through them in all sorts of singular colors. On the

table stood beautiful cherries, and Gerda had permission to eat as

many as she would. While she was eating them the old woman combed

out her long flaxen ringlets with a golden comb, and the glossy

curls hung down on each side of the little round pleasant face,

which looked fresh and blooming as a rose. "I have long been wishing

for a dear little maiden like you," said the old woman, "and now you

must stay with me, and see how happily we shall live together." And

while she went on combing little Gerda's hair, she thought less and

less about her adopted brother Kay, for the old woman could conjure,

although she was not a wicked witch; she conjured only a little for

her own amusement, and now, because she wanted to keep Gerda.

Therefore she went into the garden, and stretched out her crutch

towards all the rose-trees, beautiful though they were; and they

immediately sunk into the dark earth, so that no one could tell

where they had once stood. The old woman was afraid that if little

Gerda saw roses she would think of those at home, and then remember

little Kay, and run away. Then she took Gerda into the

flower-garden. How fragrant and beautiful it was! Every flower that

could be thought of for every season of the year was here in full

bloom; no picture-book could have more beautiful colors. Gerda

jumped for joy, and played till the sun went down behind the tall

cherry-trees; then she slept in an elegant bed with red silk

pillows, embroidered with colored violets; and then she dreamed as

pleasantly as a queen on her wedding day. The next day, and for many

days after, Gerda played with the flowers in the warm sunshine. She

knew every flower, and yet, although there were so many of them, it

seemed as if one were missing, but which it was she could not tell.

One day, however, as she sat looking at the old woman's hat with the

painted flowers on it, she saw that the prettiest of them all was a

rose. The old woman had forgotten to take it from her hat when she

made all the roses sink into the earth. But it is difficult to keep

the thoughts together in everything; one little mistake upsets all our

arrangements.

"What, are there no roses here?" cried Gerda; and she ran out into

the garden, and examined all the beds, and searched and searched.

There was not one to be found. Then she sat down and wept, and her

tears fell just on the place where one of the rose-trees had sunk

down. The warm tears moistened the earth, and the rose-tree sprouted

up at once, as blooming as when it had sunk; and Gerda embraced it and

kissed the roses, and thought of the beautiful roses at home, and,

with them, of little Kay.

"Oh, how I have been detained!" said the little maiden, "I

wanted to seek for little Kay. Do you know where he is?" she asked the

roses; "do you think he is dead?"

And the roses answered, "No, he is not dead. We have been in the

ground where all the dead lie; but Kay is not there."

"Thank you," said little Gerda, and then she went to the other

flowers, and looked into their little cups, and asked, "Do you know

where little Kay is?" But each flower, as it stood in the sunshine,

dreamed only of its own little fairy tale of history. Not one knew

anything of Kay. Gerda heard many stories from the flowers, as she

asked them one after another about him.

And what, said the tiger-lily? "Hark, do you hear the drum? -

'turn, turn,'- there are only two notes, always, 'turn, turn.'

Listen to the women's song of mourning! Hear the cry of the priest! In

her long red robe stands the Hindoo widow by the funeral pile. The

flames rise around her as she places herself on the dead body of her

husband; but the Hindoo woman is thinking of the living one in that

circle; of him, her son, who lighted those flames. Those shining

eyes trouble her heart more painfully than the flames which will

soon consume her body to ashes. Can the fire of the heart be

extinguished in the flames of the funeral pile?"

"I don't understand that at all," said little Gerda.

"That is my story," said the tiger-lily.

What, says the convolvulus? "Near yonder narrow road stands an old

knight's castle; thick ivy creeps over the old ruined walls, leaf over

leaf, even to the balcony, in which stands a beautiful maiden. She

bends over the balustrades, and looks up the road. No rose on its stem

is fresher than she; no apple-blossom, wafted by the wind, floats more

lightly than she moves. Her rich silk rustles as she bends over and

exclaims, 'Will he not come?'

"Is it Kay you mean?" asked Gerda.

"I am only speaking of a story of my dream," replied the flower.

What, said the little snow-drop? "Between two trees a rope is

hanging; there is a piece of board upon it; it is a swing. Two

pretty little girls, in dresses white as snow, and with long green

ribbons fluttering from their hats, are sitting upon it swinging.

Their brother who is taller than they are, stands in the swing; he has

one arm round the rope, to steady himself; in one hand he holds a

little bowl, and in the other a clay pipe; he is blowing bubbles. As

the swing goes on, the bubbles fly upward, reflecting the most

beautiful varying colors. The last still hangs from the bowl of the

pipe, and sways in the wind. On goes the swing; and then a little

black dog comes running up. He is almost as light as the bubble, and

he raises himself on his hind legs, and wants to be taken into the

swing; but it does not stop, and the dog falls; then he barks and gets

angry. The children stoop towards him, and the bubble bursts. A

swinging plank, a light sparkling foam picture,- that is my story."

"It may be all very pretty what you are telling me," said little

Gerda, "but you speak so mournfully, and you do not mention little Kay

at all."

What do the hyacinths say? "There were three beautiful sisters,

fair and delicate. The dress of one was red, of the second blue, and

of the third pure white. Hand in hand they danced in the bright

moonlight, by the calm lake; but they were human beings, not fairy

elves. The sweet fragrance attracted them, and they disappeared in the

wood; here the fragrance became stronger. Three coffins, in which

lay the three beautiful maidens, glided from the thickest part of

the forest across the lake. The fire-flies flew lightly over them,

like little floating torches. Do the dancing maidens sleep, or are

they dead? The scent of the flower says that they are corpses. The

evening bell tolls their knell."

"You make me quite sorrowful," said little Gerda; "your perfume is

so strong, you make me think of the dead maidens. Ah! is little Kay

really dead then? The roses have been in the earth, and they say no."

"Cling, clang," tolled the hyacinth bells. "We are not tolling for

little Kay; we do not know him. We sing our song, the only one we

know."

Then Gerda went to the buttercups that were glittering amongst the

bright green leaves.

"You are little bright suns," said Gerda; "tell me if you know

where I can find my play-fellow."

And the buttercups sparkled gayly, and looked again at Gerda. What

song could the buttercups sing? It was not about Kay.

"The bright warm sun shone on a little court, on the first warm

day of spring. His bright beams rested on the white walls of the

neighboring house; and close by bloomed the first yellow flower of the

season, glittering like gold in the sun's warm ray. An old woman sat

in her arm chair at the house door, and her granddaughter, a poor

and pretty servant-maid came to see her for a short visit. When she

kissed her grandmother there was gold everywhere: the gold of the

heart in that holy kiss; it was a golden morning; there was gold in

the beaming sunlight, gold in the leaves of the lowly flower, and on

the lips of the maiden. There, that is my story," said the buttercup.

"My poor old grandmother!" sighed Gerda; "she is longing to see

me, and grieving for me as she did for little Kay; but I shall soon go

home now, and take little Kay with me. It is no use asking the

flowers; they know only their own songs, and can give me no

information."

And then she tucked up her little dress, that she might run

faster, but the narcissus caught her by the leg as she was jumping

over it; so she stopped and looked at the tall yellow flower, and

said, "Perhaps you may know something."

Then she stooped down quite close to the flower, and listened; and

what did he say?

"I can see myself, I can see myself," said the narcissus. "Oh, how

sweet is my perfume! Up in a little room with a bow window, stands a

little dancing girl, half undressed; she stands sometimes on one

leg, and sometimes on both, and looks as if she would tread the

whole world under her feet. She is nothing but a delusion. She is

pouring water out of a tea-pot on a piece of stuff which she holds

in her hand; it is her bodice. 'Cleanliness is a good thing,' she

says. Her white dress hangs on a peg; it has also been washed in the

tea-pot, and dried on the roof. She puts it on, and ties a

saffron-colored handkerchief round her neck, which makes the dress

look whiter. See how she stretches out her legs, as if she were

showing off on a stem. I can see myself, I can see myself."

"What do I care for all that," said Gerda, "you need not tell me

such stuff." And then she ran to the other end of the garden. The door

was fastened, but she pressed against the rusty latch, and it gave

way. The door sprang open, and little Gerda ran out with bare feet

into the wide world. She looked back three times, but no one seemed to

be following her. At last she could run no longer, so she sat down

to rest on a great stone, and when she looked round she saw that the

summer was over, and autumn very far advanced. She had known nothing

of this in the beautiful garden, where the sun shone and the flowers

grew all the year round.

"Oh, how I have wasted my time?" said little Gerda; "it is autumn.

I must not rest any longer," and she rose up to go on. But her

little feet were wounded and sore, and everything around her looked so

cold and bleak. The long willow-leaves were quite yellow. The

dew-drops fell like water, leaf after leaf dropped from the trees, the

sloe-thorn alone still bore fruit, but the sloes were sour, and set

the teeth on edge. Oh, how dark and weary the whole world appeared!

                     FOURTH STORY

                THE PRINCE AND PRINCESS



Gerda was obliged to rest again, and just opposite the place where

she sat, she saw a great crow come hopping across the snow toward her.

He stood looking at her for some time, and then he wagged his head and

said, "Caw, caw; good-day, good-day." He pronounced the words as

plainly as he could, because he meant to be kind to the little girl;

and then he asked her where she was going all alone in the wide world.

The word alone Gerda understood very well, and knew how much it

expressed. So then she told the crow the whole story of her life and

adventures, and asked him if he had seen little Kay.

The crow nodded his head very gravely, and said, "Perhaps I

have- it may be."

"No! Do you think you have?" cried little Gerda, and she kissed

the crow, and hugged him almost to death with joy.

"Gently, gently," said the crow. "I believe I know. I think it may

be little Kay; but he has certainly forgotten you by this time for the

princess."

"Does he live with a princess?" asked Gerda.

"Yes, listen," replied the crow, "but it is so difficult to

speak your language. If you understand the crows' language then I

can explain it better. Do you?"

"No, I have never learnt it," said Gerda, but my grandmother

understands it, and used to speak it to me. I wish I had learnt it."

"It does not matter," answered the crow; "I will explain as well

as I can, although it will be very badly done;" and he told her what

he had heard. "In this kingdom where we now are," said he, "there

lives a princess, who is so wonderfully clever that she has read all

the newspapers in the world, and forgotten them too, although she is

so clever. A short time ago, as she was sitting on her throne, which

people say is not such an agreeable seat as is often supposed, she

began to sing a song which commences in these words:

               'Why should I not be married?'

'Why not indeed?' said she, and so she determined to marry if she

could find a husband who knew what to say when he was spoken to, and

not one who could only look grand, for that was so tiresome. Then

she assembled all her court ladies together at the beat of the drum,

and when they heard of her intentions they were very much pleased. 'We

are so glad to hear it,' said they, we were talking about it ourselves

the other day.' You may believe that every word I tell you is true,"

said the crow, "for I have a tame sweetheart who goes freely about the

palace, and she told me all this."

Of course his sweetheart was a crow, for "birds of a feather flock

together," and one crow always chooses another crow.

"Newspapers were published immediately, with a border of hearts,

and the initials of the princess among them. They gave notice that

every young man who was handsome was free to visit the castle and

speak with the princess; and those who could reply loud enough to be

heard when spoken to, were to make themselves quite at home at the

palace; but the one who spoke best would be chosen as a husband for

the princess. Yes, yes, you may believe me, it is all as true as I sit

here," said the crow. "The people came in crowds. There was a great

deal of crushing and running about, but no one succeeded either on the

first or second day. They could all speak very well while they were

outside in the streets, but when they entered the palace gates, and

saw the guards in silver uniforms, and the footmen in their golden

livery on the staircase, and the great halls lighted up, they became

quite confused. And when they stood before the throne on which the

princess sat, they could do nothing but repeat the last words she

had said; and she had no particular wish to hear her own words over

again. It was just as if they had all taken something to make them

sleepy while they were in the palace, for they did not recover

themselves nor speak till they got back again into the street. There

was quite a long line of them reaching from the town-gate to the

palace. I went myself to see them," said the crow. "They were hungry

and thirsty, for at the palace they did not get even a glass of water.

Some of the wisest had taken a few slices of bread and butter with

them, but they did not share it with their neighbors; they thought

if they went in to the princess looking hungry, there would be a

better chance for themselves."

"But Kay! tell me about little Kay!" said Gerda, "was he amongst

the crowd?"

"Stop a bit, we are just coming to him. It was on the third day,

there came marching cheerfully along to the palace a little personage,

without horses or carriage, his eyes sparkling like yours; he had

beautiful long hair, but his clothes were very poor."

"That was Kay!" said Gerda joyfully. "Oh, then I have found

him;" and she clapped her hands.

"He had a little knapsack on his back," added the crow.

"No, it must have been his sledge," said Gerda; "for he went

away with it."

"It may have been so," said the crow; "I did not look at it very

closely. But I know from my tame sweetheart that he passed through the

palace gates, saw the guards in their silver uniform, and the servants

in their liveries of gold on the stairs, but he was not in the least

embarrassed. 'It must be very tiresome to stand on the stairs,' he

said. 'I prefer to go in." The rooms were blazing with light.

Councillors and ambassadors walked about with bare feet, carrying

golden vessels; it was enough to make any one feel serious. His

boots creaked loudly as he walked, and yet he was not at all uneasy."

"It must be Kay," said Gerda, "I know he had new boots on, I

have heard them creak in grandmother's room."

"They really did creak," said the crow, "yet he went boldly up

to the princess herself, who was sitting on a pearl as large as a

spinning wheel, and all the ladies of the court were present with

their maids, and all the cavaliers with their servants; and each of

the maids had another maid to wait upon her, and the cavaliers'

servants had their own servants, as well as a page each. They all

stood in circles round the princess, and the nearer they stood to

the door, the prouder they looked. The servants' pages, who always

wore slippers, could hardly be looked at, they held themselves up so

proudly by the door."

"It must be quite awful," said little Gerda, "but did Kay win

the princess?"

"If I had not been a crow," said he, "I would have married her

myself, although I am engaged. He spoke just as well as I do, when I

speak the crows' language, so I heard from my tame sweetheart. He

was quite free and agreeable and said he had not come to woo the

princess, but to hear her wisdom; and he was as pleased with her as

she was with him."

"Oh, certainly that was Kay," said Gerda, "he was so clever; he

could work mental arithmetic and fractions. Oh, will you take me to

the palace?"

"It is very easy to ask that," replied the crow, "but how are we

to manage it? However, I will speak about it to my tame sweetheart,

and ask her advice; for I must tell you it will be very difficult to

gain permission for a little girl like you to enter the palace."

"Oh, yes; but I shall gain permission easily," said Gerda, "for

when Kay hears that I am here, he will come out and fetch me in

immediately."

"Wait for me here by the palings," said the crow, wagging his head

as he flew away.

It was late in the evening before the crow returned. "Caw, caw,"

he said, she sends you greeting, and here is a little roll which she

took from the kitchen for you; there is plenty of bread there, and she

thinks you must be hungry. It is not possible for you to enter the

palace by the front entrance. The guards in silver uniform and the

servants in gold livery would not allow it. But do not cry, we will

manage to get you in; my sweetheart knows a little back-staircase that

leads to the sleeping apartments, and she knows where to find the

key."

Then they went into the garden through the great avenue, where the

leaves were falling one after another, and they could see the light in

the palace being put out in the same manner. And the crow led little

Gerda to the back door, which stood ajar. Oh! how little Gerda's heart

beat with anxiety and longing; it was just as if she were going to

do something wrong, and yet she only wanted to know where little Kay

was. "It must be he," she thought, "with those clear eyes, and that

long hair." She could fancy she saw him smiling at her, as he used

to at home, when they sat among the roses. He would certainly be

glad to see her, and to hear what a long distance she had come for his

sake, and to know how sorry they had been at home because he did not

come back. Oh what joy and yet fear she felt! They were now on the

stairs, and in a small closet at the top a lamp was burning. In the

middle of the floor stood the tame crow, turning her head from side to

side, and gazing at Gerda, who curtseyed as her grandmother had taught

her to do.

"My betrothed has spoken so very highly of you, my little lady,"

said the tame crow, "your life-history, Vita, as it may be called,

is very touching. If you will take the lamp I will walk before you. We

will go straight along this way, then we shall meet no one."

"It seems to me as if somebody were behind us," said Gerda, as

something rushed by her like a shadow on the wall, and then horses

with flying manes and thin legs, hunters, ladies and gentlemen on

horseback, glided by her, like shadows on the wall.

"They are only dreams," said the crow, "they are coming to fetch

the thoughts of the great people out hunting."

"All the better, for we shall be able to look at them in their

beds more safely. I hope that when you rise to honor and favor, you

will show a grateful heart."

"You may be quite sure of that," said the crow from the forest.

They now came into the first hall, the walls of which were hung

with rose-colored satin, embroidered with artificial flowers. Here the

dreams again flitted by them but so quickly that Gerda could not

distinguish the royal persons. Each hall appeared more splendid than

the last, it was enought to bewilder any one. At length they reached a

bedroom. The ceiling was like a great palm-tree, with glass leaves

of the most costly crystal, and over the centre of the floor two beds,

each resembling a lily, hung from a stem of gold. One, in which the

princess lay, was white, the other was red; and in this Gerda had to

seek for little Kay. She pushed one of the red leaves aside, and saw a

little brown neck. Oh, that must be Kay! She called his name out quite

loud, and held the lamp over him. The dreams rushed back into the room

on horseback. He woke, and turned his head round, it was not little

Kay! The prince was only like him in the neck, still he was young

and pretty. Then the princess peeped out of her white-lily bed, and

asked what was the matter. Then little Gerda wept and told her

story, and all that the crows had done to help her.

"You poor child," said the prince and princess; then they

praised the crows, and said they were not angry for what they had

done, but that it must not happen again, and this time they should

be rewarded.

"Would you like to have your freedom?" asked the princess, "or

would you prefer to be raised to the position of court crows, with all

that is left in the kitchen for yourselves?"

Then both the crows bowed, and begged to have a fixed appointment,

for they thought of their old age, and said it would be so comfortable

to feel that they had provision for their old days, as they called it.

And then the prince got out of his bed, and gave it up to Gerda,- he

could do no more; and she lay down. She folded her little hands, and

thought, "How good everyone is to me, men and animals too;" then she

closed her eyes and fell into a sweet sleep. All the dreams came

flying back again to her, and they looked like angels, and one of them

drew a little sledge, on which sat Kay, and nodded to her. But all

this was only a dream, and vanished as soon as she awoke.

The following day she was dressed from head to foot in silk and

velvet, and they invited her to stay at the palace for a few days, and

enjoy herself, but she only begged for a pair of boots, and a little

carriage, and a horse to draw it, so that she might go into the wide

world to seek for Kay. And she obtained, not only boots, but also a

muff, and she was neatly dressed; and when she was ready to go, there,

at the door, she found a coach made of pure gold, with the

coat-of-arms of the prince and princess shining upon it like a star,

and the coachman, footman, and outriders all wearing golden crowns

on their heads. The prince and princess themselves helped her into the

coach, and wished her success. The forest crow, who was now married,

accompanied her for the first three miles; he sat by Gerda's side,

as he could not bear riding backwards. The tame crow stood in the

door-way flapping her wings. She could not go with them, because she

had been suffering from headache ever since the new appointment, no

doubt from eating too much. The coach was well stored with sweet

cakes, and under the seat were fruit and gingerbread nuts.

"Farewell, farewell," cried the prince and princess, and little

Gerda wept, and the crow wept; and then, after a few miles, the crow

also said "Farewell," and this was the saddest parting. However, he

flew to a tree, and stood flapping his black wings as long as he could

see the coach, which glittered in the bright sunshine.

                         FIFTH STORY

                     LITTLE ROBBER-GIRL



The coach drove on through a thick forest, where it lighted up the

way like a torch, and dazzled the eyes of some robbers, who could

not bear to let it pass them unmolested.

"It is gold! it is gold!" cried they, rushing forward, and seizing

the horses. Then they struck the little jockeys, the coachman, and the

footman dead, and pulled little Gerda out of the carriage.

"She is fat and pretty, and she has been fed with the kernels of

nuts," said the old robber-woman, who had a long beard and eyebrows

that hung over her eyes. "She is as good as a little lamb; how nice

she will taste!" and as she said this, she drew forth a shining knife,

that glittered horribly. "Oh!" screamed the old woman the same moment;

for her own daughter, who held her back, had bitten her in the ear.

She was a wild and naughty girl, and the mother called her an ugly

thing, and had not time to kill Gerda.

"She shall play with me," said the little robber-girl; "she

shall give me her muff and her pretty dress, and sleep with me in my

bed." And then she bit her mother again, and made her spring in the

air, and jump about; and all the robbers laughed, and said, "See how

she is dancing with her young cub."

"I will have a ride in the coach," said the little robber-girl;

and she would have her own way; for she was so self-willed and

obstinate.

She and Gerda seated themselves in the coach, and drove away, over

stumps and stones, into the depths of the forest. The little

robber-girl was about the same size as Gerda, but stronger; she had

broader shoulders and a darker skin; her eyes were quite black, and

she had a mournful look. She clasped little Gerda round the waist, and

said,-

"They shall not kill you as long as you don't make us vexed with

you. I suppose you are a princess."

"No," said Gerda; and then she told her all her history, and how

fond she was of little Kay.

The robber-girl looked earnestly at her, nodded her head slightly,

and said, "They sha'nt kill you, even if I do get angry with you;

for I will do it myself." And then she wiped Gerda's eyes, and stuck

her own hands in the beautiful muff which was so soft and warm.

The coach stopped in the courtyard of a robber's castle, the walls

of which were cracked from top to bottom. Ravens and crows flew in and

out of the holes and crevices, while great bulldogs, either of which

looked as if it could swallow a man, were jumping about; but they were

not allowed to bark. In the large and smoky hall a bright fire was

burning on the stone floor. There was no chimney; so the smoke went up

to the ceiling, and found a way out for itself. Soup was boiling in

a large cauldron, and hares and rabbits were roasting on the spit.

"You shall sleep with me and all my little animals to-night," said

the robber-girl, after they had had something to eat and drink. So she

took Gerda to a corner of the hall, where some straw and carpets

were laid down. Above them, on laths and perches, were more than a

hundred pigeons, who all seemed to be asleep, although they moved

slightly when the two little girls came near them. "These all belong

to me," said the robber-girl; and she seized the nearest to her,

held it by the feet, and shook it till it flapped its wings. "Kiss

it," cried she, flapping it in Gerda's face. "There sit the

wood-pigeons," continued she, pointing to a number of laths and a cage

which had been fixed into the walls, near one of the openings. "Both

rascals would fly away directly, if they were not closely locked up.

And here is my old sweetheart 'Ba;' and she dragged out a reindeer

by the horn; he wore a bright copper ring round his neck, and was tied

up. "We are obliged to hold him tight too, or else he would run away

from us also. I tickle his neck every evening with my sharp knife,

which frightens him very much." And then the robber-girl drew a long

knife from a chink in the wall, and let it slide gently over the

reindeer's neck. The poor animal began to kick, and the little

robber-girl laughed, and pulled down Gerda into bed with her.

"Will you have that knife with you while you are asleep?" asked

Gerda, looking at it in great fright.

"I always sleep with the knife by me," said the robber-girl. "No

one knows what may happen. But now tell me again all about little Kay,

and why you went out into the world."

Then Gerda repeated her story over again, while the wood-pigeons

in the cage over her cooed, and the other pigeons slept. The little

robber-girl put one arm across Gerda's neck, and held the knife in the

other, and was soon fast asleep and snoring. But Gerda could not close

her eyes at all; she knew not whether she was to live or die. The

robbers sat round the fire, singing and drinking, and the old woman

stumbled about. It was a terrible sight for a little girl to witness.

Then the wood-pigeons said, "Coo, coo; we have seen little Kay.

A white fowl carried his sledge, and he sat in the carriage of the

Snow Queen, which drove through the wood while we were lying in our

nest. She blew upon us, and all the young ones died excepting us

two. Coo, coo."

"What are you saying up there?" cried Gerda. "Where was the Snow

Queen going? Do you know anything about it?"

"She was most likely travelling to Lapland, where there is

always snow and ice. Ask the reindeer that is fastened up there with a

rope."

"Yes, there is always snow and ice," said the reindeer; "and it is

a glorious place; you can leap and run about freely on the sparkling

ice plains. The Snow Queen has her summer tent there, but her strong

castle is at the North Pole, on an island called Spitzbergen."

"Oh, Kay, little Kay!" sighed Gerda.

"Lie still," said the robber-girl, "or I shall run my knife into

your body."

In the morning Gerda told her all that the wood-pigeons had

said; and the little robber-girl looked quite serious, and nodded

her head, and said, "That is all talk, that is all talk. Do you know

where Lapland is?" she asked the reindeer.

"Who should know better than I do?" said the animal, while his

eyes sparkled. "I was born and brought up there, and used to run about

the snow-covered plains."

"Now listen," said the robber-girl; "all our men are gone away,-

only mother is here, and here she will stay; but at noon she always

drinks out of a great bottle, and afterwards sleeps for a little

while; and then, I'll do something for you." Then she jumped out of

bed, clasped her mother round the neck, and pulled her by the beard,

crying, "My own little nanny goat, good morning." Then her mother

filliped her nose till it was quite red; yet she did it all for love.

When the mother had drunk out of the bottle, and was gone to

sleep, the little robber-maiden went to the reindeer, and said, "I

should like very much to tickle your neck a few times more with my

knife, for it makes you look so funny; but never mind,- I will untie

your cord, and set you free, so that you may run away to Lapland;

but you must make good use of your legs, and carry this little

maiden to the castle of the Snow Queen, where her play-fellow is.

You have heard what she told me, for she spoke loud enough, and you

were listening."

Then the reindeer jumped for joy; and the little robber-girl

lifted Gerda on his back, and had the forethought to tie her on, and

even to give her her own little cushion to sit on.

"Here are your fur boots for you," said she; "for it will be

very cold; but I must keep the muff; it is so pretty. However, you

shall not be frozen for the want of it; here are my mother's large

warm mittens; they will reach up to your elbows. Let me put them on.

There, now your hands look just like my mother's."

But Gerda wept for joy.

"I don't like to see you fret," said the little robber-girl;

"you ought to look quite happy now; and here are two loaves and a ham,

so that you need not starve." These were fastened on the reindeer, and

then the little robber-maiden opened the door, coaxed in all the great

dogs, and then cut the string with which the reindeer was fastened,

with her sharp knife, and said, "Now run, but mind you take good

care of the little girl." And then Gerda stretched out her hand,

with the great mitten on it, towards the little robber-girl, and said,

"Farewell," and away flew the reindeer, over stumps and stones,

through the great forest, over marshes and plains, as quickly as he

could. The wolves howled, and the ravens screamed; while up in the sky

quivered red lights like flames of fire. "There are my old northern

lights," said the reindeer; "see how they flash." And he ran on day

and night still faster and faster, but the loaves and the ham were all

eaten by the time they reached Lapland.

                         SIXTH STORY

                   THE LAPLAND WOMAN AND

                     THE FINLAND WOMAN



They stopped at a little hut; it was very mean looking; the roof

sloped nearly down to the ground, and the door was so low that the

family had to creep in on their hands and knees, when they went in and

out. There was no one at home but an old Lapland woman, who was

cooking fish by the light of a train-oil lamp. The reindeer told her

all about Gerda's story, after having first told his own, which seemed

to him the most important, but Gerda was so pinched with the cold that

she could not speak. "Oh, you poor things," said the Lapland woman,

"you have a long way to go yet. You must travel more than a hundred

miles farther, to Finland. The Snow Queen lives there now, and she

burns Bengal lights every evening. I will write a few words on a dried

stock-fish, for I have no paper, and you can take it from me to the

Finland woman who lives there; she can give you better information

than I can." So when Gerda was warmed, and had taken something to

eat and drink, the woman wrote a few words on the dried fish, and told

Gerda to take great care of it. Then she tied her again on the

reindeer, and he set off at full speed. Flash, flash, went the

beautiful blue northern lights in the air the whole night long. And at

length they reached Finland, and knocked at the chimney of the Finland

woman's hut, for it had no door above the ground. They crept in, but

it was so terribly hot inside that that woman wore scarcely any

clothes; she was small and very dirty looking. She loosened little

Gerda's dress, and took off the fur boots and the mittens, or Gerda

would have been unable to bear the heat; and then she placed a piece

of ice on the reindeer's head, and read what was written on the

dried fish. After she had read it three times, she knew it by heart,

so she popped the fish into the soup saucepan, as she knew it was good

to eat, and she never wasted anything. The reindeer told his own story

first, and then little Gerda's, and the Finlander twinkled with her

clever eyes, but she said nothing. "You are so clever," said the

reindeer; "I know you can tie all the winds of the world with a

piece of twine. If a sailor unties one knot, he has a fair wind;

when he unties the second, it blows hard; but if the third and

fourth are loosened, then comes a storm, which will root up whole

forests. Cannot you give this little maiden something which will

make her as strong as twelve men, to overcome the Snow Queen?"

"The Power of twelve men!" said the Finland woman; "that would

be of very little use." But she went to a shelf and took down and

unrolled a large skin, on which were inscribed wonderful characters,

and she read till the perspiration ran down from her forehead. But the

reindeer begged so hard for little Gerda, and Gerda looked at the

Finland woman with such beseeching tearful eyes, that her own eyes

began to twinkle again; so she drew the reindeer into a corner, and

whispered to him while she laid a fresh piece of ice on his head,

"Little Kay is really with the Snow Queen, but he finds everything

there so much to his taste and his liking, that he believes it is

the finest place in the world; but this is because he has a piece of

broken glass in his heart, and a little piece of glass in his eye.

These must be taken out, or he will never be a human being again,

and the Snow Queen will retain her power over him."

"But can you not give little Gerda something to help her to

conquer this power?"

"I can give her no greater power than she has already," said the

woman; "don't you see how strong that is? How men and animals are

obliged to serve her, and how well she has got through the world,

barefooted as she is. She cannot receive any power from me greater

than she now has, which consists in her own purity and innocence of

heart. If she cannot herself obtain access to the Snow Queen, and

remove the glass fragments from little Kay, we can do nothing to

help her. Two miles from here the Snow Queen's garden begins; you

can carry the little girl so far, and set her down by the large bush

which stands in the snow, covered with red berries. Do not stay

gossiping, but come back here as quickly as you can." Then the Finland

woman lifted little Gerda upon the reindeer, and he ran away with

her as quickly as he could.

"Oh, I have forgotten my boots and my mittens," cried little

Gerda, as soon as she felt the cutting cold, but the reindeer dared

not stop, so he ran on till he reached the bush with the red

berries; here he set Gerda down, and he kissed her, and the great

bright tears trickled over the animal's cheeks; then he left her and

ran back as fast as he could.

There stood poor Gerda, without shoes, without gloves, in the

midst of cold, dreary, ice-bound Finland. She ran forwards as

quickly as she could, when a whole regiment of snow-flakes came

round her; they did not, however, fall from the sky, which was quite

clear and glittering with the northern lights. The snow-flakes ran

along the ground, and the nearer they came to her, the larger they

appeared. Gerda remembered how large and beautiful they looked through

the burning-glass. But these were really larger, and much more

terrible, for they were alive, and were the guards of the Snow

Queen, and had the strangest shapes. Some were like great

porcupines, others like twisted serpents with their heads stretching

out, and some few were like little fat bears with their hair bristled;

but all were dazzlingly white, and all were living snow-flakes. Then

little Gerda repeated the Lord's Prayer, and the cold was so great

that she could see her own breath come out of her mouth like steam

as she uttered the words. The steam appeared to increase, as she

continued her prayer, till it took the shape of little angels who grew

larger the moment they touched the earth. They all wore helmets on

their heads, and carried spears and shields. Their number continued to

increase more and more; and by the time Gerda had finished her

prayers, a whole legion stood round her. They thrust their spears into

the terrible snow-flakes, so that they shivered into a hundred pieces,

and little Gerda could go forward with courage and safety. The

angels stroked her hands and feet, so that she felt the cold less, and

she hastened on to the Snow Queen's castle.

But now we must see what Kay is doing. In truth he thought not

of little Gerda, and never supposed she could be standing in the front

of the palace.

                         SEVENTH STORY

                OF THE PALACE OF THE SNOW QUEEN

                AND WHAT HAPPENED THERE AT LAST



The walls of the palace were formed of drifted snow, and the

windows and doors of the cutting winds. There were more than a hundred

rooms in it, all as if they had been formed with snow blown

together. The largest of them extended for several miles; they were

all lighted up by the vivid light of the aurora, and they were so

large and empty, so icy cold and glittering! There were no

amusements here, not even a little bear's ball, when the storm might

have been the music, and the bears could have danced on their hind

legs, and shown their good manners. There were no pleasant games of

snap-dragon, or touch, or even a gossip over the tea-table, for the

young-lady foxes. Empty, vast, and cold were the halls of the Snow

Queen. The flickering flame of the northern lights could be plainly

seen, whether they rose high or low in the heavens, from every part of

the castle. In the midst of its empty, endless hall of snow was a

frozen lake, broken on its surface into a thousand forms; each piece

resembled another, from being in itself perfect as a work of art,

and in the centre of this lake sat the Snow Queen, when she was at

home. She called the lake "The Mirror of Reason," and said that it was

the best, and indeed the only one in the world.

Little Kay was quite blue with cold, indeed almost black, but he

did not feel it; for the Snow Queen had kissed away the icy

shiverings, and his heart was already a lump of ice. He dragged some

sharp, flat pieces of ice to and fro, and placed them together in

all kinds of positions, as if he wished to make something out of them;

just as we try to form various figures with little tablets of wood

which we call "a Chinese puzzle." Kay's fingers were very artistic; it

was the icy game of reason at which he played, and in his eyes the

figures were very remarkable, and of the highest importance; this

opinion was owing to the piece of glass still sticking in his eye.

He composed many complete figures, forming different words, but

there was one word he never could manage to form, although he wished

it very much. It was the word "Eternity." The Snow Queen had said to

him, "When you can find out this, you shall be your own master, and

I will give you the whole world and a new pair of skates." But he

could not accomplish it.

"Now I must hasten away to warmer countries," said the Snow Queen.

"I will go and look into the black craters of the tops of the

burning mountains, Etna and Vesuvius, as they are called,- I shall

make them look white, which will be good for them, and for the

lemons and the grapes." And away flew the Snow Queen, leaving little

Kay quite alone in the great hall which was so many miles in length;

so he sat and looked at his pieces of ice, and was thinking so deeply,

and sat so still, that any one might have supposed he was frozen.

Just at this moment it happened that little Gerda came through the

great door of the castle. Cutting winds were raging around her, but

she offered up a prayer and the winds sank down as if they were

going to sleep; and she went on till she came to the large empty hall,

and caught sight of Kay; she knew him directly; she flew to him and

threw her arms round his neck, and held him fast, while she exclaimed,

"Kay, dear little Kay, I have found you at last."

But he sat quite still, stiff and cold.

Then little Gerda wept hot tears, which fell on his breast, and

penetrated into his heart, and thawed the lump of ice, and washed away

the little piece of glass which had stuck there. Then he looked at

her, and she sang-

             "Roses bloom and cease to be,

              But we shall the Christ-child see."



Then Kay burst into tears, and he wept so that the splinter of

glass swam out of his eye. Then he recognized Gerda, and said,

joyfully, "Gerda, dear little Gerda, where have you been all this

time, and where have I been?" And he looked all around him, and

said, "How cold it is, and how large and empty it all looks," and he

clung to Gerda, and she laughed and wept for joy. It was so pleasing

to see them that the pieces of ice even danced about; and when they

were tired and went to lie down, they formed themselves into the

letters of the word which the Snow Queen had said he must find out

before he could be his own master, and have the whole world and a pair

of new skates. Then Gerda kissed his cheeks, and they became blooming;

and she kissed his eyes, and they shone like her own; she kissed his

hands and his feet, and then he became quite healthy and cheerful. The

Snow Queen might come home now when she pleased, for there stood his

certainty of freedom, in the word she wanted, written in shining

letters of ice.

Then they took each other by the hand, and went forth from the

great palace of ice. They spoke of the grandmother, and of the roses

on the roof, and as they went on the winds were at rest, and the sun

burst forth. When they arrived at the bush with red berries, there

stood the reindeer waiting for them, and he had brought another

young reindeer with him, whose udders were full, and the children

drank her warm milk and kissed her on the mouth. Then they carried Kay

and Gerda first to the Finland woman, where they warmed themselves

thoroughly in the hot room, and she gave them directions about their

journey home. Next they went to the Lapland woman, who had made some

new clothes for them, and put their sleighs in order. Both the

reindeer ran by their side, and followed them as far as the boundaries

of the country, where the first green leaves were budding. And here

they took leave of the two reindeer and the Lapland woman, and all

said- Farewell. Then the birds began to twitter, and the forest too

was full of green young leaves; and out of it came a beautiful

horse, which Gerda remembered, for it was one which had drawn the

golden coach. A young girl was riding upon it, with a shining red

cap on her head, and pistols in her belt. It was the little

robber-maiden, who had got tired of staying at home; she was going

first to the north, and if that did not suit her, she meant to try

some other part of the world. She knew Gerda directly, and Gerda

remembered her: it was a joyful meeting.

"You are a fine fellow to go gadding about in this way," said

she to little Kay, "I should like to know whether you deserve that any

one should go to the end of the world to find you."

But Gerda patted her cheeks, and asked after the prince and

princess.

"They are gone to foreign countries," said the robber-girl.

"And the crow?" asked Gerda.

"Oh, the crow is dead," she replied; "his tame sweetheart is now a

widow, and wears a bit of black worsted round her leg. She mourns very

pitifully, but it is all stuff. But now tell me how you managed to get

him back."

Then Gerda and Kay told her all about it.

"Snip, snap, snare! it's all right at last," said the robber-girl.

Then she took both their hands, and promised that if ever she

should pass through the town, she would call and pay them a visit. And

then she rode away into the wide world. But Gerda and Kay went

hand-in-hand towards home; and as they advanced, spring appeared

more lovely with its green verdure and its beautiful flowers. Very

soon they recognized the large town where they lived, and the tall

steeples of the churches, in which the sweet bells were ringing a

merry peal as they entered it, and found their way to their

grandmother's door. They went upstairs into the little room, where all

looked just as it used to do. The old clock was going "tick, tick,"

and the hands pointed to the time of day, but as they passed through

the door into the room they perceived that they were both grown up,

and become a man and woman. The roses out on the roof were in full

bloom, and peeped in at the window; and there stood the little chairs,

on which they had sat when children; and Kay and Gerda seated

themselves each on their own chair, and held each other by the hand,

while the cold empty grandeur of the Snow Queen's palace vanished from

their memories like a painful dream. The grandmother sat in God's

bright sunshine, and she read aloud from the Bible, "Except ye

become as little children, ye shall in no wise enter into the

kingdom of God." And Kay and Gerda looked into each other's eyes,

and all at once understood the words of the old song,

                "Roses bloom and cease to be,

                 But we shall the Christ-child see."

And they both sat there, grown up, yet children at heart; and it was

summer,- warm, beautiful summer.

                        THE END

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