"Frozen," Finally

Finally, Stacy knows what's up with this girl.
Finally, Stacy knows what's up with this girl.

It was kind of lonely being the only family left on the planet who hadn’t seen “Frozen.”


It wasn’t that we had some moral hangup about seeing it. It sounded cute when it came out, but we just never got around to it while it was in theaters. And then, quickly enough, it was on DVD, but, well, I don’t know. By that time the hype had made us kind of sick of it. Yeah, sick of a movie we’d never seen. Don’t even get me started on the soundtrack.


We saw “Frozen” merchandise everywhere. Backpacks, lunch boxes, kids’ clothes. Nora noticed it, but didn’t seem super interested in finding out more about it. I think it was the pressure from our fellow parents that made us cave. “Do You Want to Build a Snowman?” references would come up in conversation. And apparently “Well, no, I don’t. It’s not snowing and, even if it were, I don’t like going outside in that stuff. Why would I want to build a snowman?” is not the correct response. I was more hip to “Let It Go,” only because as a non-hermit it was impossible to avoid that song. But its pervasiveness didn’t really make me want to seek out more of it.


But then we agreed to watch a neighbor’s preschooler for an afternoon, and her mom suggested it would be a swell time for the girls — and us — to watch “Frozen.” There was nowhere to run. So we watched it.


And yeah, just like everyone said, it’s not that bad! Cute story, beautiful animation, funny moments, decent music (I still say “Let It Go” is WAY overrated, though). I enjoyed watching it, and even tuned in again a few days later when Nora wanted to watch it again and our neighbors were kind enough to let us borrow their copy.


So now we’ve joined the rest of humanity and are “Frozen” literate. I understand the childish joy but also inherent sadness in “Do You Want to Build a Snowman” (but no, for the record, in real life I still don’t). Nora can tell me (and certainly does) who’s Elsa and who’s Anna on a classmate’s shirt. My husband kind of wants a pet reindeer now.


So far, we’ve resisted learning the soundtrack word-for-word (please, lord, make that last — “Frozen”’s songs aren’t bad, but there is SO much music that’s SO much better out there), and no “Frozen”-related merchandize has entered our home. But I don’t think that will last. It’s time to buy Nora some new underwear, and guess what she asked for?

Elsa and Anna and all the rest, coming soon to a laundry pile near me.