Frozen

Psychology abounds in movies themed with cartoonish characters blooming out of digital databits. In "Frozen", a charming little tattletilly coming from the rear of Hollywood, little tears and much story, is this endearing tale of two sisters without 2 hearts. The key word is "dissociation" which is the vogue and doodle of master "Ice Queens" skating across the lakeadores of time. One sister has gray hair, topped with a pin, a killing thing, constantly in denial. Elsa, a name of perhaps Scandanavian Origin or Russian, is it? No one really owns to know one thing or other... everything been derived and synthesized for your Millikan, Minover pleasure (Do not say i keen thy words to make such construddances). Anyhow, the younger sister, Anna, is a bold, adventurous type who believes that life is about childhood, falling in love, marriage, and laziness.

Elsa is a master of Ice, casting her spell upon others, a spell is nothing but a hypnosis with a magical bloomer, and in her cold, cold Castellian spells, she projects upon nature her old, egoistical nature, turning all to Medusa and claiming to endear a frail heart which is her witch's trick. The double-princes who trundle in the snow, looking for the target of their vampirish glee, plucking ulee's gold from the narked stranger with friend or foe. Elsa declares war on the whole town and she wins cause, in a war of nature, tis always upperclass girls who reign victorious.

Love, amor, roma, love is not a spell but a dark obsession rubied with the gems of time, tossing about in waves of pleated anger, Venetian ghosts darkly asking for the "taking," the treasured gem of one's conceit. The young princess is almost spelly unaware of the web being spun around her for being the sweet, spontaneous darling of the NOW, n-ing down the road, oh oh oh-ing down the ladder, and w w wowing like a blow of a whale.