The northern lights burned so precisely that you could tell to the very second when they would be at their highest and their lowest points. In the middle of that enormous snow hall was a frozen lake. It had cracked into thousands of pieces and every one of them was shaped exactly like all the others. In the middle of the lake was the throne of the Snow Queen. Here she sat when she was at home. She called the lake the Mirror of Reason and declared that it was the finest and only mirror in the world.
Little Kai was blue–indeed, almost black–from the cold; but he did not feel it, for the Snow Queen had kissed all feeling of coldness out of him, and his heart had almost turned into a lump of ice. He sat arranging and rearranging pieces of ice into patterns. He called this the Game of Reason; and because of the splinters in his eyes, he thought that what he was doing was of great importance, although it was no different from playing with wooden blocks, which he had done when he could hardly talk.
He wanted to put the pieces of ice together in such a way that they formed a certain word, but he could not remember exactly what that word was. The word that he could not remember was “eternity”.
— from The Snow Queen by Hans Christian Andersen
A while back, there was a big fuss about a woman walking through the city and having a video taken to record all the come-ons from strangers she got. My reaction is that what those guys did was nothing compared to the catcalling on the cartoons I watched as a kid–I’m used to bugged-out eyes, tongues on the floor, foot stomping and whistling. And here’s another thing: when did cartoons become so blasted moral? Warner Brothers, Disney, whatever: cartoon characters used to be motivated pretty much entirely by food, sex, and gratuitous sadism. It was a blast.
When I was a kid, liberals complained about the violence, and Christians and feminists both complained about the fairy tale romance: prince-chasing, love at first sight–that’s not the lesson our daughters need! We were so busy griping, we didn’t notice that the romance theme was being increasingly displaced with a theme of love as sacrifice. “Greater love hath no one than this, that he lay down his life for a friend” intones Bagheera over the fallen Baloo, the only direct Scripture quote in the Disney canon, if I’m not mistaken. King Triton offers himself in place of his daughter; Belle offers herself in place of her father; Flynn Ryder lays down his life for Rapunzel’s freedom, even as she’s trying to offer her freedom for his life. Now Disney has given us Frozen, a movie that defines love entirely in terms of self-sacrifice. Agape has completely triumphed over Eros. And my fellow Christians still aren’t happy.
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