20 March 2014

I am Princess Anna

I watched Frozen last night. Again. Although, in my defense, it was the first time I watched it at home. The other two times were in a movie theater. Anyway, I'm a little obsessed with the movie. The first reason, which I was aware of the first time I watched it, was that I love singing the music. It's so wonderful and all in fabulous keys for singing.  The second reason, which I didn't realize until last night, was that I am Princess Anna.

Now, you might laugh. You might say that Disney has orchestrated all of its princesses to be relatable to the members of the audience. They want you to identify with them, you say.

Fine. That's true. But you don't get it. I don't relate to Princess Anna. I am Princess Anna.

***The sky's awake. So I'm awake. So we have to play!***

This. Yes. When I was little, I wasn't big on the whole sleeping thing. If I had a creative screenwriter for my life who had been able to express my words more eloquently than I could, this is what I would've said.

Every morning.

Every attempted nap time.

If that sky is awake, I am awake.

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***I think some company is overdue. I've started talking to the pictures on the walls. (Hang in there, Joan!)***

I've never quite gotten to that level of boredom. I've never actually talked to inanimate objects. K, that's not strictly true, either. I don't talk to inanimate objects very often. But when I do, it's because I am lonely and need someone to talk to, so I settle for something to talk at. So if I never saw anyone. ever. I imagine that it would quickly become a regular occurrence. I love people.

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***I've been up for hours *yawn* ***

The same little girl who was awake just because the sky was awake - and that meant it was time to play! - becomes a sleep-zombie in her teenage years. My mother had to drag me out of bed on many mornings. I didn't have any "cornorations" to attend.

Side note: did you notice how viscerally excited Princess Anna got when she saw her pretty dress? She saw the dress and then she woke up. Yep, that's me, too. I love me some pretty dresses.

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***Don't know if I'm elated or gassy, but I'm somewhere in that zone*** 
These two feelings really are the same for me. They're both a weird pressure in my chest and abdomen. Like I am literally going to bubble over.

***Tonight imagine me gowned and all, fetchingly draped against the wall, the picture of sophisticated grace *hits self in face with fan* *** 

I try to be a sophisticated lady with some mystique and class. But I inevitably do something awkward and clumsy. I think it's why I love am obsessed with pretty clothes. I can at least look the part even if I can't act it.

***I wanna stuff some chocolate in my face*** 

This is pretty much my reaction to everything. Happy, sad, excited. Just wanna stuff that chocolate in my face.

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***This is awkward. Not "you're awkward," but just because we're, I'm awkward. You're gorgeous... wait, what?***

The awkward physical situation = check. The awkward verbal response = check. The habit of realizing what you said was weird so you continue talking, hoping to make it somehow better = check. Inevitably making the situation 100x more awkward, but 100x more honest = check. 
 
(More words always make it better)

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***K: Your hair is turning white.***
***A: White? It's... what? [...] Does it look bad?***
(pause)
***K: No***
***O: You hesitated***

Like Anna, my first reaction would be shock (obviously) & my first question would be relating to my vanity. Does it look bad? Yep. That would be me. Not Oh no my heart is frozen or something and I might DIE. I would be concerned with whether or not my hair looked bad

I would also berate the guy for hesitating. Olaf knows what's up. 
 
Guys, don't hesitate. It doesn't end well for you.

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One last quote...

***Kristoff... loves me?***
 
A little slow on the uptake when it comes to other people loving me. A little incredulous. Takes someone willing to melt for me to believe it. 
 
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Not quotes, but characteristic traits or actions that also show that I am Princess Anna.
 
~ The moment where Anna is enthusiastically talking with her hands and hits Hans in the face

Been there. Done that. Numerous times. Darn being Italian.

~ Getting engaged to the scumbag scoundrel because she's lonely and he's a charmingly good actor, even though they just met that day

I haven't actually done this, but my faith in Disney romance is so strong, that I might be led into such an action if I believed I had found "the one." Beware a prince with 12 older brothers and good hair. Good hair always betokens a frozen heart.

~ Refusing to tell Olaf that his dream of summertime is doomed to disaster.
 
I wouldn't tell Olaf either. I'd probably hit Hans in the arm for suggesting such a thing.
 
~ Doesn't deal particularly well with the cold.
 
California girl, here. Yeah, not so good with that cold stuff. 

~ The Tough Girl, Miss Independent thing is a bit of an act.

Don't get me wrong, Anna is great. But she's a bit naive and scared. She pretends to be all tough and strict and bossy with Kristoff and Sven, but she's really not. She really craves companionship and needs help. She doesn't want to be a wimp, which is why the pretends to be as tough as nails. Fake it til you make it, or something.
 
Me too. Me. Freaking. Too.

~ Packs a wallop of a punch
 
Yeah. I do. Don't mess with me or I will hurt you. My punch is no laughing matter. I don't hit like a girl. 


So, yes. I am Princess Anna.
 

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wow! I hadn't seen the movie, now I guess maybe I better. ;-)

Love you!
Theresa