Like most girls her age and slightly older, our eldest daughter has succumbed, over the past year, to Disney’s Frozen craze. She’ll gather her hair to the side and ask me if I think she looks like Elsa, one of the main characters in the film. When playing dress-up, she’ll look in the mirror and say that her dresses look like Elsa dresses. She’ll point out promotional posters hanging in store windows and other commercial products on shelves, like stuffed Frozen dolls, pajamas, or sippy cups, and shout, “Look! It’s Anna! There’s Elsa! Oohh…Olaf!” And, she knows many of the words to the main theme song, “Let it Go.”
However, unlike most girls involved in the Frozen craze, our daughter hadn’t actually seen the film—at least, not until this past weekend. All the background knowledge she had gained about the movie had come from interactions with other kids who had seen the film, or shared books with her, including characters and the basic storyline. The song I had played for her a handful of times on YouTube, so she had been exposed to some of the video. Still, I found it hilarious she would reference so much a movie she had never seen.
We probably watch significantly less TV in our house than the average family. Mostly, this is intentional, an effort to focus the kids’ time and energy into being creative and imaginative, learning to entertain themselves and spend significant time engaged in tasks around the house. Since we delayed TV for our oldest until she was two, and thereafter didn’t watch too much of it, we found she had a little attention span when we later decided to introduce her to movies. She just wasn’t that interested. I remember the first time we showed her one of the Madeline movies—a favorite book of hers. She sat engaged for the first ten minutes or so, and then got up off the couch to start playing with one of her puzzles. Liam and I just l looked at each other and laughed. We shut off the movie and let her play. Fine by me, I thought.
Now, however, as she’s gotten a bit older and has been exposed to more TV shows, she’s able to sit for longer and enjoy some extended digital entertainment. We’ve had fun introducing her to the musicals Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and Mary Poppins. Her favorite song from the latter movie is “Sister Suffragette,” a title I had to look up, as it’s never been my go-to tune, preferring instead “A Spoonful of Sugar” or “Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,” or even “Let’s Go Fly a Kite.” But “Sister Suffragette?” Seriously? Liam also recently watched part of Annie with her too, about a month ago, but suggested afterwards it might be a little too “grown-up” for her. I think he’d forgotten about the racy Mrs. Hannigan. Ha!
So, thanks to a family friend, we were able to finally borrow the Frozen movie this weekend. Nora saw it twice, both times in one sitting, a record for her. And now she is like a girl obsessed. She spent all day play-acting scenes with her neighborhood bestie. And she’s been bombarding me with quotes from the movie since I’ve come home.
“Mom, remember when she says, ‘Queen Elsa, from Arendelle?'”
“Hey mom. I can make my voice sound just like them. Listen. ‘Go away, Anna.’ ‘OK, bye.'” She must have repeated just these two lines at least twenty times out loud to herself and whoever cared to listen while she was working on a puzzle in the living room this evening.
I asked her what part of the movie those last lines were from. “Is that when Elsa makes the ice castle and runs away from Anna?”
“Ugh. No,” she replied, sounding totally frustrated and disgusted with me and my ignorance, like I imagine a teenager would—could she really be just almost four?—“It’s from the beginning of the movie, when they were little girls.”
Oh, well, excuuuuuse me.
Even the littlest has got the Frozen fever. We were walking down the aisle at church Sunday, after receiving communion, when the organ started up and the choir began singing a hymn. Frances looked up toward the choir and belted out, “Let Doooooh!” (her version of “Let it Go” wherein she repeats, over and over and over again, Let Dooooh, let dooooooh. Thankfully we were able to shush her before she could embarrass us further.
I think maybe we’d better soon return the movie before we have a crazed fan in our house. Actually, it might be too late for that.