At first glance, it looks like a sarcastic and fun little whimsical movie. The extremely large eyes, personified animals, and catchy tunes lend themselves to a very likable set of characters.
Then, reality sets in “like a cold and icy blast”.
This movie is NOT just about cute characters and the power of the loving bond between sisters. There are some great lessons in the movie, as well.
Just a few:
Falling in love with the idea of a person as opposed to getting to know them and falling in love with them is not a good idea.
No potential mate should come between the love that siblings have for each other. If he/she does, he/she isn’t the one.
Blood is thicker than water.
True friends will stick around even in the worst situations.
There are some darker notes to the movie, as well, which leads me to the reasons I should have probably not allowed it in my house. The main problem I have is with the great and wonderful famous new women’s lib anthem: Let it Go.
I didn’t really think too much about it at first. I mean, sure, this poor lonely child was probably dealing with some sort of mental health issue after being stuck in solitude due to something she couldn’t figure out how to control. I get it. I am not knocking that at all. She had some things to work out, some places to fill in her life that were once void of confidence and freedom. I am all about her forgiving and forgetting and moving on with her life.
I am, however, nonplussed when I see my sweet and dear little 2 year old having a moment when I would rather she use her words. Instead, she takes a page from Frozen, closes her eyes, balls up her fists, and starts saying “don’t feel! don’t feel!”. I don’t want my little girl growing up thinking that she doesn’t have to be a “good girl”, that she needs to “conceal” and not “feel” her feelings. Being that she is 2, I have to now come up with ways to teach her otherwise that are based on her level of understanding. This is not an easy task in the least. She loves Frozen. She runs around my house reciting all the bits and pieces and parts of it at random intervals. Meanwhile, I am just trying to make sure that she grows up empowered, happy, well balanced, and not under the influence of some faulty thinking about how she has to behave to get along in society. It’s all about balance and truth.
And finally, I am tired of the song continuously popping up in my own head when I am not intending to think about it in the least. Ha. Just one of the many joys of parenting. *walks away, humming the theme song to Doc McStuffins*