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 StoryThe 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.”
