10 YEARS OF FROZEN !!!
This is nuts. So much has changed, yet I can still remember clearly how this animated movie captured my attention immediatly. At the time I wasn't much interested in animated movies, so I didn't watch it in theaters.
But when I "discovered" it in 2014, it became an obsession.
The characters, the story, the themes, even the music. These two sisters, despite their differeces, still longing for each other, yet facing trauma, their separation and the isolation from the rest of the world ... and even the other characters, Olaf, Kristoff & Sven, Hans, they all are so interesting to follow.
Everything captured my interest, as if I was watching not just something aimed for families, but FOR EVERYBODY in a deeper sense: a full fleshed-out movie that talked universaly to the whole audience, indifferently of age or gender.
And here talking is a guy who always loved blockbusters, is obsessed with Transformers, superhero movies etc so this speaks volumes of how special Frozen is, and its world-wide success is a proof of that. And all the time watching the movie, the ending always felt just like the beginning of something, which is why at the time, I was such a big supporter for a Frozen 2.
It's probably the first movie (animated or live-action is indifferent) that I actually analyzed deeper than just "Wow, how cool is that!".
In a way, Frozen is what opened the doors for me to the world of cinema, wanting to learn more about the background work to develop a movie, the ideas, the vision and the ultimate goal of what they were or are narrating.
I own this movie so much and I can't wait for what the future will hold for us, knowing we are going to get a two-parter story as what is probably the "final chapter".
HAPPY 10 YEARS FROZEN !!!
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The SPECTRE AU- Frozen Heart.
Danny Phantom and the Red Huntress was on a mission somewhere in the state of New Jersey.
A truck filled with Fenton weapons had been highjacked before they had reached their buyers.
Considering the location the buyers could were must likely to be people working for LexCorp, Cadmus or a GiW safehouse. Vlad or the MasterBlasters would just pick up the delivery with their own people.
The weapons worried them both because according to the offical documents the cargo was only protective clothes and armour.
But in the in the internal Fenton Database the cargo would have been marked as F-clothes and F-armour (F-Fenton) but instead it was marked with a Project name and number which the details on the computer had then been deleted.
This only happened when the Project was truly messed up.
When even the Fentons realised (to a degree) that what they had created was messed up, that was bad.
They had found the truck turned upside down on one of the minor roads to the north west, checking the cargo the steel crate that should have been welded there had been ripped out, indicating superstrength.
We found the driver facedown a few hundred feet from the truck, dead, very cold to the touch and soaking wet, even though it had not rained for 2days.
They started looking around the truck for clues and they found footprints, heavy and large, custom?, made of metal considering the tracks on the soul.
Red Huntress started following the Footprints as Danny stayed in the truck trying to feel the energy (if there was any) from the weapon, and while it was faint there was something that was very differnt to ‘standard’ ectoplasm or background radiation.
Red Huntress returned after a few minutes saying that the tracks lead to a river.
The thief propably escaped on a boat.
Danny: -I have the scent of the weapon.
They start flying, to the river, the scent or ‘voice’ goes to the south, they follow.
Valerie: -Do you have any clue what the weapon or whatever can be?
Danny is silent for a few moments.
Danny: -The best I have is some sort of enhancement.
Valerie: -Enhancement?
Danny nods.
Danny: -The Ectoplasm in the container should not be felt this much if it was the normal kid. It’s thicker, more concentrated. None of the fenton weapons I know would be able to use it. It would overload almost instantly.
Valerie ponders this.
Danny: -But it’s more than that.
Valerie looks at him.
Danny: -The machine that is in the crate, it’s custom. Whoever bought it must have paid premium. For a very specific purpose.
Ectoplasm that concentrated, it is very volatile.
Valerie ponders, something hits her.
Valerie: -Phantom..... HOW concentrated is it?
Danny looks like he really does not want to answer.
Valerie: -Danny.... she says more softly.
Danny: -..........20.
Valerie: - 20?
She does not understand.
Danny: ‘sigh’ - Atleast 20 times as concentrated.
Valeries eyes are now very big, the she silently looks forward and increases her speed to just over half the speed of sound.
Danny silently follows.
Less then half an hour later they stop because the trail goes into a waterpump station that leads into a sewer.
The stench of the sewer is 77% there to even kill a ghost, luckily Valeries costume protects her.
They fly into so many forks in the road but Danny never even hesitates, left, left, right, straight, right, right, left.
They enter a corridor, and passes through a looked door that Danny Phase open.
And they enter, some sort of lab.
Everything is in dark blue light and colder then what you would expect.
Lab Equipment covers the tables, High-tech guns- pistols, mini guns, something that looks like a missile launcher combined with a chonky assult rifle.
Large containers that seem to hold........ exo-suits? They are at the moment not lit so it’s hard to see who it could belong to.
While really interesting, they don’t see the package.
So they continue searching, room by room, storage- chemicals, storage -scrap metal, room filled with machines used for smithing.
And finally a large room that ones might have been used to store large amount of water incase of drought.
And there in the middle of it was a steel crate with the Fentonworks logo.
On the ground in front of it was several tools that have been used to start open the crate, on of the edged side had been ripped to a third of.
Seeing part of a machne that seemed to be softly pulsing.
The feeling of Ectoplasm was now very heavy putting both of the on edge.
Valerie had her gun out loaded and ready looking around for the thief Danny’s hand were glowing but the content of the crate dulled his senses somewhat.
The sound of metal foot on rusted iron walkway was heard above them.
Valerie and Danny both flung themself to the side as energybeams started raining down.
Danny and Valerie aimed there own energybeams at the walkway, it hit and the person firing at them fell to the earth,loosing the energy weapon he was firing in his left hand but manages to hold the one in his right, landing on his feet was one of Gotham citiy’s more infamous citizens.
Mr. Freeze.
Standing over 2m tall in a black exo-suit and a dome helmet, completly bald with glowing cold eyes.
He opens fire, with his freeze gun (lol) this time.
The freeze beam is surpisingly fast.
It is aimed at Valerie but Danny flies in and takes the hit, allowing Valerie to fire at Freezes gun as Danny fazes through the ice.
Freezes gun goes flying, Valerie having hit him in his right hand, stomach and chest.
Danny flies and take the freeze gun.
Valerie keeps firing, forcing Mr. Freeze back.
He almost trips but goes low enough to pick up the energy weapon he dropped.
Danny ponders for half a second and decides to try something.
He pushes a bit of his own frreze power into the gun.
The differnce is dramatic.
The gun when fired by Mr.Freeze was a gentle stream.
When fired by Danny it was a Tsunami.
A second or two was enough to fill a third of the room in ice.
Mr.Freeze himself being stuck 4 meters up in the air almost completely covered in ice, only part of his dome and part of his left still functual arm.
He started to desperatly firing the weapon to try and hit them
They flayed a bit trying to avoid being hit, then one of the shots got into the partaly open crate.
Danny saw the crate started smoking, grabbed Valerie and phased through the nearest wall.
2 seconds later, 3 seconds later, 4 seconds later, 5 sec......
BOOM!!
The crate had exploded, Danny held on to Valerie scanning the ceiling in case of collapse.
When everything seemed to have calmed down they whent back into the room with Freeze.
There was not much left of the room.
The stench of Concentrated Ectoplasm was slowly burning away.
Mr. Freeze did not look to well but the ice seemed to have protected him somewhat together with the exo-suit and the angle kept him alive.
But unconscious they dragged him out of the ice, then his head dome fell of.
With his head still inside it.
A few stunned moments later, they start looking into the exo-suit and only find machinery.
They are just stand there looking essentially at a head in fishbowl.
They look at each other.
Valerie: -Call it in?
Danny: -Call it in.
They go back to the main lab area.
Put Freezes head on a table as Valerie calls it in to the others.
Danny looking around, not really wanting to get rid of the gun he considers keeping it as an ace in the hole.
He strolls around ending up in front of the larger unlit weapon containers trying to see whats inside of it since there is no light switch by them.
Then Costantine and the others arrive in a large very glowy green portal.
And the light fills the display case.
And Danny is in awe of what he sees inside of it.
Many tedious hours of catalouging would follow but Danny’s mind never really left what he saw, and he could not wait to take it for a spin.
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Random worldbuilding tidbit I think people should use more: ICE HARVESTING
Before refrigeration, the only way to keep food cold was to bring in ice from elsewhere, making it an absolutely thriving trade, especially in the 19th century when insulation and ships had improved enough to transport it far away. Blocks of it would be shipped in, brought down from mountains, or harvested from local waters in winter and stored in icehouses for distribution in spring, summer, and autumn.
In your pre-modern worlds, where do people get their ice? Wizards able to freeze water might have a job selling it during the warm seasons. Gathering ice was also a winter task for many farmers, so consider incorporating that into your characters’ daily lives. If there’s no way to get ice — in regions that don’t freeze in the winter or are too far away from the poles for easy trade, or in worlds without insulation technology — how do people preserve their food?
And don’t think I forgot about science fiction, because space ice miners are a concept that’s been stuck in my head for YEARS. Asteroids colonies, space stations, terraforming projects, arid planets, and other settlements with little to no natural water will all require a reliable supply thereof. And if your setting has nuclear fusion or hydrogen fuel, more water is always appreciated for electrolysis. The great thing is that ice is pretty abundant in space. From pioneering terraformers cracking the poles of Mars to frontier Oort-hoppers wrangling comets at the outer reaches of the solar system to interstellar operations stripping planets of their rings and stars of their asteroid belts, there’s room for ice mining in every space setting.
Aside from worldbuilding, the profession itself would make for some excellent stories, no matter what setting. Ice cutting is a dangerous job, wherein the very ground you stand on is liable to break up and plunge you into freezing doom if your cuts are not precise. It would be no simpler in space, contending with all the perils of zero-G. Backgrounds could be diverse, from farmers simply providing for their own families to fully professional ice harvesters and sellers.
If nothing else, it’ll provide an excuse to reference the best song from Frozen.
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