Anna Frozen Quotes

We don't know how to say goodbye, We wander on, shoulder to shoulder Already the sun is going down You're moody, and I am your shadow. Let's step inside a church, hear prayers, masses for the dead Why are we so different from the rest? Outside in the graveyard we sit on a frozen branch. That stick in your hand is tracing Mansions in the snow in which we will always be together.

February is a suitable month for dying. Everything around is dead, the trees black and frozen so that the appearance of green shoots two months hence seems preposterous, the ground hard and cold, the snow dirty, the winter hateful, hanging on too long.

Anna took his hand to gauge the swelling. 'Let's at least put something cold around it. Frozen peas work pretty well.' 'Do I have to eat them?' 'No, you just have to inject them into a vein,' Anna said.

Instead of my world, there would soon be only ice, snow, stillness, death; no more violence, no war, no victims; nothing but frozen silence, absence of life. The ultimate achievement of mankind would be, not just self-destruction, but the destruction of all life; the transformation of the living world into a dead planet.

The last time she had seen him in the flesh, all the vital force of his life stripped away, his sharpened face had confronted her with such a fearful fixed finality of sightless indifference that she had been frozen in mortal terror, engulfed by abysmal despair. After all the years of unfailing support, his huge, inhuman, deaf, blind inaccessibility was horrifying. He had not kept his promise. He had abandoned her, left her to suffer alone.

Anna is part of a generation that often seems frozen in place by their unreleting sense of irony. Virtually everything people believe in can be exposed as possessing laughable inconsistencies. And so they laugh. And stand still.

You don't want me to follow you into fire, then don't run into fire.

And you, my friends who have been called away, I have been spared to mourn for you and weep, not as a frozen willow over your memory, but to cry to the world the names of those who sleep. What names are those! I slam shut the calendar, down on your knees, all! Blood of my heart, the people of Leningrad march out in even rows, the living, the dead: fame can't tell them apart.

I looked around and it was like I was seeing everything frozen into a still photograph, like I was seeing my whole life but in one of those shots you look and later think, Yeah, that's what it was like, once upon a time. Once upon a time ago.

You know, I can’t wait for her to gets married because hell is made of fire and she said it would be frozen before she gots married again.” ~ Anna Kate

I’ve been following Elsa, but I can’t see Arendelle anymore.

little strength it’s almost impossible to push against the wind. My hands feel strange. I look at them and see that they’ve frosted

He grabs ropes, furs, blankets, a hatchet, and carrots. Carrots? Okay, so he likes vegetables.

He’s lying against a bale of hay and talking to his reindeer. That’s odd. No, wait—he is singing to his reindeer. That’s even odder.

With all my might, I heave the axe into the ice, just inches from Kristoff’s head. Oops.

I do,” Olaf says. “Love is putting someone else’s needs before yours, like, you know, how Kristoff brought you back here to Hans and left you forever.

Some people are worth melting for,” he says.

I feel Elsa’s arms around me. I can hear her crying. That’s weird for a lot of reasons. Elsa doesn’t cry, and she never puts her arms around me.

You sacrificed yourself for me?” “I love you,” I say weakly.

Hands down, this is the best day of my life,” Olaf says as he begins to drip into a puddle, “and quite possibly the last.

I lean in quickly and kiss him. “We may,” I say.

Did I say I wasn’t ready to think about true love? Maybe I’ll take that back.

O, insomnia, you’ve come to me anew! And your expression is, like always, frozen. Tell me, beauty, tell me, outlaw - you, Don’t you like the songs I’ve chosen?  

Freya was never late, while Anna tended to get distracted and show up a few minutes behind schedule no matter how punctual she tries to be.

I scream, turning around to face him. I am aware everyone’s eyes are on us, but I have had enough. “I… Tessa, I…” “You what? You what, Hardin?” I scream even louder. “I… I love you!” he yells. And all the air disappears from my lungs. And Molly sounds like she is choking. And Steph looks like she has seen a ghost. And for a few moments everyone just stands there, like something alien has passed by us and left us frozen.

Dad steps away from the window, and I'm alarmed to discover his eyes are wet. Something about the idea of my father-even if it is my father-on the brink of tears raises a lump in my throat. "Well,kiddo.Guess you're all grown up now." My body is frozen. He pulls my stiff limbs into a bear hug.His grip is frightening. "Take care of yourself. Study hard and make some friends. And watch out for pickpockets," he adds. "Sometimes they work in pairs.

As for Kristoff, well, maybe Olaf was right. Maybe Kristoff does truly love me. I think I truly love him. At least, I think I could truly love him. We only met a couple of days ago. I don’t want to think about true love yet.

An intolerable pain pierced him. He was totally lost without her...estranged from his life utterly, and from the world. This was the world into which he'd been born; the only world he would ever know. Yet nowhere in it did he feel the slightest degree at home. She was his home...his one sanctuary upon earth...the only place of safety for him in the whole universe. But he had lost her...and consequently was doomed to absolute loneliness in an alien, frozen vacancy...at the mercy of something huge, insensate and merciless as an eclipse...For a moment his isolation was so agonisingly intense that it seemed impossible to go on living. He longed only to plunge into the black pit of annihilation opening before him.

Despairingly she looked all round. She was completely encircled by the tremendous ice walls, which were made fluid by explosions of blinding light, so that they moved and changed with a continuous liquid motion, advancing in torrents of ice, avalanches as big as oceans, flooding everywhere over the doomed world. Wherever she looked, she saw the same fearful encirclement, soaring battlements of ice, an over-hanging ring of frigid, fiery, colossal waves about to collapse upon her. Frozen by the deathly cold emanating from the ice, dazzled by the blaze of crystalline ice-light, she felt herself becoming part of the polar vision, her structure becoming one with the ice and snow. As her fate, she accepted the world of ice, shining, shimmering, dead; she resigned herself to the triumph of glaciers and the death of her world.

I start to run down the hill, but did I mention I can’t feel my feet? They slip out from under me. I tumble head over heels, down, down, down until I splash into a stream. The icy water soaks through my clothes and bites into my skin. Why couldn’t Elsa have had warm magical powers?

Might as well rest the horses,” St. Just said, nudging his beast out of the middle of the beaten path. “Westhaven, can you dismount?” “I cannot. My backside is permanently frozen to the saddle; my ability to reproduce is seriously jeopardized.” “Anna will be desolated.” St. Just waited while Westhaven swung down, then whistled at an urchin shivering in the door to a nearby church. “We’ll

No, please don’t apologize.” She smiled, warmth spreading through her breast as she gathered her courage. Maybe this was the time. “I wanted the kiss just as much as you. As a matter of—” “I’m engaged.” “What?” Anna recoiled as if he had struck her. “I’m engaged to be married.” Edward grimaced as if in self-disgust or possibly pain. She stood frozen, struggling to comprehend the simple words. A numbness seeped throughout her body, driving out the warmth as if it had never been.

know what's going on." Cam looked up in time to see both of his brothers' eyes focus on him. "Oh, come on. Why does it have to be me?" "You're the oldest." Phillip grinned at him. "Besides, it'll take your mind off Anna." "I'm not brooding about her—or any woman." "Been edgy and broody all week," Ethan mumbled. "Making me nuts." "Who asked you? We had a little disagreement, that's all. I'm giving her time to simmer down." "Seems to me she'd simmered down to frozen the last time I saw her." Phillip examined his beer. "That was a week ago.

I felt the stupidity rising in my throat and bit down harder, staring at his collarbone and the small piece of blue sea glass he wore on a leather cord around his neck, rising and falling. Rising. Falling. Seconds? Hours? I didn’t know. He’d made the necklace the year before from a triangular piece of glass he’d found during their family vacation to Zanzibar Bay, right behind the California beach house they rented for three weeks every summer. According to Matt, red glass was the rarest, followed by purple, then dark blue. To date he’d found only one red piece, which he’d made into a bracelet for Frankie a few months earlier. She never took it off. I loved all the colors – dark greens, baby blues, aquas, and whites. Frankie and Matt brought them back for me in mason jars every summer. They lived silently on my bookshelf, like frozen pieces of the ocean I had never seen. “Come here,” he whispered, his hand still stuck in my wild curls, blond hair winding around his fingers. “I still can’t believe you made that,” I said, not for the first time. “It’s so – cool.” Matt looked down at the glass, his hair falling in front of his eyes. “Maybe I’ll give it to you,” he said. “If you’re lucky.

In the deep woods of the far North, under feathery leaves of fern, was a great fairyland of merry elves, sometimes called forest brownies. These elves lived joyfully. They had everything at hand and did not need to worry much about living. Berries and nuts grew plentiful in the forest. Rivers and springs provided the elves with crystal water. Flowers prepared them drink from their flavorful juices, which the munchkins loved greatly. At midnight the elves climbed into flower cups and drank drops of their sweet water with much delight. Every elf would tell a wonderful fairy tale to the flower to thank it for the treat. Despite this abundance, the pixies did not sit back and do nothing. They tinkered with their tasks all day long. They cleaned their houses. They swung on tree branches and swam in forested streams. Together with the early birds, they welcomed the sunrise, listened to the thunder growling, the whispering of leaves and blades of grass, and the conversations of the animals. The birds told them about warm countries, sunbeams whispered of distant seas, and the moon spoke of treasures hidden deeply in the earth. In winter, the elves lived in abandoned nests and hollows. Every sunny day they came out of their burrows and made the forest ring with their happy shouts, throwing tiny snowballs in all directions and building snowmen as small as the pinky finger of a little girl. The munchkins thought they were giants five times as large as them. With the first breath of spring, the elves left their winter residences and moved to the cups of the snowdrop flowers. Looking around, they watched the snow as it turned black and melted. They kept an eye on the blossoming of hazel trees while the leaves were still sleeping in their warm buds. They observed squirrels moving their last winter supplies from storage back to their homes. Gnomes welcomed the birds coming back to their old nests, where the elves lived during winters. Little by little, the forest once more grew green. One moonlight night, elves were sitting at an old willow tree and listening to mermaids singing about their underwater kingdom. “Brothers! Where is Murzilka? He has not been around for a long time!” said one of the elves, Father Beardie, who had a long white beard. He was older than others and well respected in his striped stocking cap. “I’m here,” a snotty voice arose, and Murzilka himself, nicknamed Feather Head, jumped from the top of the tree. All the brothers loved Murzilka, but thought he was lazy, as he actually was. Also, he loved to dress in a tailcoat, tall black hat, boots with narrow toes, a cane and a single eyeglass, being very proud of that look. “Do you know where I’m coming from? The very Arctic Ocean!” roared he. Usually, his words were hard to believe. That time, though, his announcement sounded so marvelous that all elves around him were agape with wonder. “You were there, really? Were you? How did you get there?” asked the sprites. “As easy as ABC! I came by the fox one day and caught her packing her things to visit her cousin, a silver fox who lives by the Arctic Ocean. “Take me with you,” I said to the fox. “Oh, no, you’ll freeze there! You know, it’s cold there!” she said. “Come on.” I said. “What are you talking about? What cold? Summer is here.” “Here we have summer, but there they have winter,” she answered. “No,” I thought. “She must be lying because she does not want to give me a ride.” Without telling her a word, I jumped upon her back and hid in her bushy fur, so even Father Frost could not find me. Like it or not, she had to take me with her. We ran for a long time. Another forest followed our woods, and then a boundless plain opened, a swamp covered with lichen and moss. Despite the intense heat, it had not entirely thawed. “This is tundra,” said my fellow traveler. “Tundra? What is tundra?” asked I. “Tundra is a huge, forever frozen wetland covering the entire coast of the Arctic Ocean.

The masses of dense foliage all round became prison walls, impassable circular green ice-walls, surging towards her; just before they closed in, I caught the terrified glint of her eyes. On a winter day she was in the studio, posing for him in the nude, her arms raised in a graceful position. To hold it for any length of time must have been a strain, I wondered how she managed to keep so still; until I saw the cords attached to her wrists and ankles. Instead of the darkness, she faced a stupendous sky-conflagration, an incredible glacial dream-scene. Cold coruscations of rainbow fire pulsed overhead, shot through by shafts of pure incandescence thrown out by mountains of solid ice towering all round. Closer, the trees round the house, sheathed in ice, dripped and sparkled with weird prismatic jewels, reflecting the vivid changing cascades above. Instead of the familiar night sky, the aurora borealis formed a blazing, vibrating roof of intense cold and colour, beneath which the earth was trapped with all its inhabitants, walled in by those impassable glittering ice-cliffs. The world had become an arctic prison from which no escape was possible, all its creatures trapped as securely as were the trees, already lifeless inside their deadly resplendent armour. Frozen by the deathly cold emanating from the ice, dazzled by the blaze of crystalline ice-light, she felt herself becoming part of the polar vision, her structure becoming one with the structure of ice and snow. As her fate, she accepted the world of ice, shining, shimmering, dead; she resigned herself to the triumph of glaciers and the death of her world. Fear was the climate she lived in; if she had ever known kindness it would have been different. The trees seemed to obstruct her with deliberate malice. All her life she had thought of herself as a foredoomed victim, and now the forest had become the malign force that would destroy her. In desperation she tried to run, but a hidden root tripped her, she almost fell. Branches caught in her hair, tugged her back, lashed out viciously when they were disentangled. The silver hairs torn from her head glittered among black needles; they were the clues her pursuers would follow, leading them to their victim. She escaped from the forest at length only to see the fjord waiting for her. An evil effluence rose from the water, something primitive, savage, demanding victims, hungry for a human victim. It had been night overhead all along, but below it was still daylight. There were no clouds. I saw islands scattered over the sea, a normal aerial view. Then something extraordinary, out of this world: a wall of rainbow ice jutting up from the sea, cutting right across, pushing a ridge of water ahead of it as it moved, as if the flat pale surface of sea was a carpet being rolled up. It was a sinister, fascinating sight, which did not seem intended for human eyes. I stared down at it, seeing other things at the same time. The ice world spreading over our world. Mountainous walls of ice surrounding the girl. Her moonwhite skin, her hair sparkling with diamond prisms under the moon. The moon’s dead eye watching the death of our world.

Our mental synchronization, Can have but one explanation: You and I were just meant to be.

Do you want to build a snowman?

Look, they're wearing light blue gauzy frozen superhero capes because I have told them that Anna is a junior superhero with a black sister and a gay brother- both of whom are off ruling other countries because, y'know, they have jobs. You do your mothering your way. I'll do my mothering mine .

All mockery fled that compelling face with its chiseled jaw and arrogant nose. “What’s wrong?” What was wrong was that all of a sudden she realized that Lord Lyle posed a genuine threat. Something at her deepest level insisted that physically she was safe—perhaps his kindness to his horse and her dog, or that moment when he’d given her his coat despite being soaked and frozen himself—as far as she wanted to be. But how safe did she want to be? That was the niggling question she couldn’t answer.

Anna felt his hand linger on the small of her back as he placed her gently on the ground. His hand was so warm and reassuring. It felt almost as though it belonged there.

Maude’s face was frozen in a look of sheer horror, her eyes bulging, her hands to her throat, her lips curled upside down.

Anna blushed a bit, and Elsa continued,

valiant, pungent reindeer king!” Anna

And with that, Anna tugged her mother’s book free and hurried away.

off

He bent down, gathered a handful of Carlan’s blood, poured two cups of brandy, divided the frozen drops between them, gave one to Deneth. “Death and all demons, Lord Relast. You agreed to back me.” The shadows clawed at the walls. He smiled. Deneth drank slowly. Bent and knelt at his feet.

Pretending to be full of remorse, Hans said, “Princess Anna is…dead.

These hallways go on forever!” Anna exclaimed. Elsa

She wasn't sure what to do next. They were so close. The room so hot. Their anger alive and temporarily frozen like the sparks of only moments ago; Attis's breath fast and heavy and the scent of him suddenly dizzying. Anna looked down. He stepped closer and lifted her chin, his eye's a smoke behind which fire burned-.

Her lips were lacquered red as the rubies waved through her hair like frozen blood, and diamonds set in platinum glittered in her ears and on her wrists and at her throat, cold as a frost-hardened dew.

At the moment, he was looking for his friend Princess Anna. They were supposed to go into town and find a special present for the royal cook. The next day was her birthday, and Olaf loved picking out presents. Maybe they would get her a new apron. Or a nice new spatula! Pausing to think, Olaf raised one of his stick hands to his long carrot nose. That gave him an idea. Maybe Cook would like

other direction, she suddenly caught sight of something else—something she could hardly believe. Was that her sister? Could Elsa also be out on the ice? Anna tried to focus. Then she realized that Hans was standing over Elsa, who knelt on the ice, her face buried in her hands. Horrified, Anna watched as Hans drew his sword and

Unfortunately, Olaf seemed to think the fire was pretty amazing, too, and was standing directly in front of it. “Whoa!” he said, watching the flames flickering higher and higher. “So this is heat….I love it!” Anna watched in horror as the snowman reached for the fire—with his twig finger. “Oooh! But don’t touch it!” he added, as his finger caught on fire. Laughing, he shook out the flame and then focused his attention back on Anna.

Some people are worth melting for,” the snowman said. He tried to smile at Anna, but his mouth had begun to drip and so it came out crooked. Realizing what was happening, he panicked and moved away from the fire. “Just maybe not right this second,” he added.

I need to get to Kristoff.” “Why?” Olaf asked, unaware of the impact his words had had on Anna. She smiled and shrugged sheepishly. Olaf’s eyes lit up and he clasped his hands together. “Oh! I know why!” he cried happily. He began to hop around the room excitedly. Then he pointed out the window. “There’s your act of true love! Right there! Riding across the fjords like a valiant, pungent reindeer king!

Some people, Anna thought, remembering Olaf’s sweet words, are worth melting for. That was true love. Anna loved her sister. And, she realized now as Hans raised his sword for the final blow, she needed to keep Elsa safe.

She took a deep breath. She knew she was a princess, and princesses were supposed to be ladylike, but she couldn’t just walk away from him. There was one thing she had to do. Swiveling on her heels, she turned so she was once again facing Prince Hans of the Southern Isles. And then she pulled back her arm and punched his smug face with all her might. Her fist landed on his cheek with a resounding thunk, and he fell backward, flipping right over the ship’s railing. A moment later there was a satisfying splash as he landed in the water below. Now, Anna thought, as Elsa gave her a hug and Kristoff shot her a proud look, everything is definitely perfect.

If only I had acted just a moment sooner, Hans had thought. Then they would never have known forgiveness. Never felt the love of a sibling again. Just like me. Just like my entire life. Elsa would have been dead. Anna would have followed soon after, and I would have taken what I deserve. Instead of the crown, all he had gotten was a punch in the face.

Anna: Do you wanna build a snowman? Rapunzel: Ha! Snowmen are for rookies. Do you wanna help me braid hair? I know this Adorable French Twist Elsa: *Opens door. Freeze’s Rapunzel. Closes the door." Anna: Love you sis.

Q: Why didn't Anna & Elsa's parents teach them the whole alphabet? A: 'Cause they got lost at C.

Anna: But then one day she just shut me out and I never knew why. Hans: I would never shut you out. I’ll lock you in.

*At the Party* Anna: Why do you shut me out? Why do you shut the world out? Elsa: Enough Anna. Anna: What are you so afraid of? Elsa: …..Dirt.

So tell me, Ryder," Leon pressed as he jogged forward and slung an arm around the Basilisk's neck. "Are you team Anna or team Elsa?" Ryder growled and shoved his arm off as he started to stride towards Ethan. "I'm not having this dumb as fuck discussion with you, Simba," he said in a firm tone. "Just let it go." Leon's mouth fell open in shock and he turned back to face the three of us while Ryder kept walking away and I couldn't help but laugh. "Did you hear that?" Leon gushed. "He told me to let it go. Oh my stars he's so fucking in love with me and Frozen!

out on the grass. The four girls sat around Lise’s picnic basket. They unpacked their lunch. The basket was full of sandwiches and delicious tarts. For dessert, Anna had brought flangendorfers. “So, Anna, what’s it like to live in the castle?” Sigrid asked. She lived on a dairy farm. Every morning she got up early and milked the cows. Then she helped her

turned to face the mountain again and started to climb. “Please tell me I’m almost there,” she called over her shoulder. The air seemed thinner to her, and she was growing tired of holding on. But Anna was only a couple of feet off the ground! Kristoff sighed and reached into his bag for climbing picks. “Hang on,” he said.

her face forever frozen in enraptured delight.

Anna, more than anyone else, loved Elsa’s gift, and she begged her to use it often. Their parents, on the other hand, wanted her to keep it private. But if a gift like this could bring such joy, shouldn’t she share it? Besides, she loved impressing her sister.

Anna

You must tell him not to worry so much," her mother said. "What is meant to be will be." "I know.I'm sure he does as well, Tomally, but sometimes the future feels so far away," Freya said. "Then focus on now," Anna said. "Right now you're doing something fun with me.

All that time she bad allowed herself to be wrapped up in fear - fear of being alone, fear of never finding Anna, fear of destroying the kingdom with her powers, That fear had held her prisoner since she had learned she had magic inside her. It was just as Grand Pabbie had said: she needed to learn to control her magic. If only she embraced the beauty in her life and the magic she'd been gifted - gifted not cursed with-then she could move mountains. Or at least thaw out he countryside.

carrots with

Might as well rest the horses,” St. Just said, nudging his beast out of the middle of the beaten path. “Westhaven, can you dismount?” “I cannot. My backside is permanently frozen to the saddle; my ability to reproduce is seriously jeopardized.” “Anna will be desolated.” St. Just waited while Westhaven swung down, then whistled at an urchin shivering in the door to a nearby church. “We’ll just get the feeling back into our feet, and the saddles will be chilled sufficiently to threaten even your lusty inclination.” Westhaven led his horse to the side of the street, such as it was. “Cold weather makes Emmie frisky.” St. Just assayed his signature grin. “We have a deal of cold weather up in the West Riding, so I’ve learned to appreciate it. Let’s at least find a tot of grog while Baby Brother sees to his precious violin.” “The

don’t have a skull,” Olaf remarked. “Or bones.” “So now what?” Kristoff asked Anna. The question sent Anna into a panic. “I don’t know! What am I going to do? Elsa threw me out, I can’t go back to Arendelle with the weather like this, and then there’s your ice business.…” Kristoff felt bad for Anna, but he knew panicking wouldn’t help. He tried to steer her back to their current situation. “Hey, don’t worry about my ice business,” he told her. “Worry about your hair.” Anna’s hands flew to her head and she tried to smooth down her hair. “What? I just fell off a cliff,” she said. “You should see your hair.” “No, yours is turning white,” he said, concerned.

Anna took that moment to look over at Hans and smile at him.

Now I’m perfect,” the snowman said. “Well, almost,” Anna replied. She grabbed a carrot from Sven’s pack and pushed it into Olaf’s face to give him a nose. She pushed a little too forcefully, though, and the carrot went right through his head! “Oh, too hard!” Anna

he sang dramatically, “Happy birthday, Anna, I love you!