Each of them has known
Elsa, the pain of loneliness
– of self-hatred – of guilt – of fear – of self-annihilation in the name of
Anna, a mirror of that –
for loneliness, self-hatred, guilt, and fear fester all the worse when one
cannot give their source a name. Even now, she can hardly give it name – for she
loves her parents and the trolls but hates what they set in motion for her and
for her sister. The gates losing oppressively – the shutting of Elsa’s door –
the desperate pain of her sister’s face in childhood – childhood – a mirror of
her own, so lost –
Kristoff – the loneliness,
the lack. Like Anna, he could not give it name, did not even think it a lack –
because he had Sven, at least, in childhood – and then his family. He hardly
knew the mournfulness of the mountains until he came down from them, felt the
warmth of Anna’s hand in his.
And he is a mirror to
Elsa as Elsa is a mirror to Anna – all their hands reach out and grasp one
another’s – and Olaf’s twiggy hand stretches out.
Olaf is innocence personified
– but he, even he has known helplessness – has seen a friend’s eyes mist with tears
and could do nothing but watch her weep as he – lost himself –
And Honeymaren –
Honeymaren has known the void of a sky without stars, of a night without the
rich velvet of the sky for all the heavens hold is ash – not night’s darkness
but the twisting hues of things unknown beyond the veil – the veil whose
wonders she finds in time, but still it is a prison.
The world’s gates closed
She finds her mirror in
Elsa, finds her peace with her – a love that mirrors Anna’s love for Kristoff
(the king and queen of Arendelle come to the Forest on pleasant days, kissing
beneath the sun – and Elsa kisses Maren as deeply and as lovingly.)
But she also finds a
mirror in Anna’s loneliness and strength. They are fast friends, Honeymaren and
Arendelle’s new queen – laughing lightly, gathering Elsa up into group hugs which Kristoff
and Olaf inevitably join…
They have found each
The lost people.
The broken people – or rather,
the ones who think themselves broken but are not, and they need the warmth of
others to make them realize their own… lack of brokenness.