《冰雪奇缘》第2章

The castle's library was dark, but the king knew what he was looking for: an ancient book filled with knowledge from centuries past. When he found it, he pulled it from the shelf and quickly flipped through the pages to the section he needed. In it was a drawing of a troll, which seemed to be holding the northern lights in its hands. In front of the troll, a wounded human lay quiet while the troll used the magic of the northern lights to heal him. The king turned the page and spotted a crumbling document tucked into the book. He carefully unfolded the yellowed map.

Wasting no time, the king and queen threw on their cloaks, bundled up their daughters, and ordered that the horses be saddled. The royal family hurried away from the castle. The queen traveled on her own horse with Elsa, while the king held Anna in his arms. The horses thundered up the mountain path.

Kristoff and Sven were walking down the rocky mountain path under the bright glow of the northern lights. But as the rumble of hooves filled the air, they moved aside, wary of the approaching horses. They watched the riders gallop past, leaving a trail of ice behind them.

Curious, Kristoff and Sven followed the travelers to a ridge above a mountain valley. The two hid behind a rock and watched as the horses whinnied and came to a stop.

The king and queen dismounted. The king held a young girl to his shoulder; the queen held the hand of a slightly older girl.

"Please, help!" the king cried out. "My daughter!" The hillside appeared empty at first. Then a pile of rocks rolled down the hillside. Suddenly, the rocks unfolded themselves into legs and arms and stood up, revealing themselves to be small gray creatures — they weren't rocks at all! "Trolls," Kristoff whispered to Sven.

At that moment, a rock next to Kristoff jumped up, turning into a short troll woman covered with moss. Her name was Hulda.

"Shush," Hulda told Kristoff absently. "I'm trying to listen." Then, startled, Hulda looked more closely at Kristoff, realizing for the first time that he was not a troll. Her face broke into a grin, and she reached out to give Kristoff and Sven big hugs. "Cuties!" she said, laughing.

In the valley, the king stood with his daughters as Pabbie, a very old troll, made his way through the crowd to gaze at the princesses.

First he looked at Elsa. "Was she born with the powers or cursed?" he asked.

"Born," the king answered. "And they're getting stronger."

The troll then turned his attention to Anna, who was still unconscious. "You are lucky it wasn't her heart that was struck," he noted. "The heart is not so easily changed, but the head can be persuaded." He paused. "We should remove all the magic, even memories of magic, to be safe."

The king nodded. "Do what you must," he said. With a gentle touch of his fingers, the troll pulled a series of glowing memories from little Anna's head. The memories hovered in the air as the troll transformed them into more sensible scenes. Instead of a magical snowman in the ballroom, Anna would now remember a winter scene in the courtyard. Instead of snowflakes in the hallway, she would remember snowflakes falling outside the window. All the magical moments she had shared with Elsa were gone, replaced with normal moments. The only remnant of her magical accident was the streak of white in her hair.

"There," said Pabbie when he was finished. "She will remember the fun, but not the magic."

"She won't remember that I have powers?" Elsa asked.

"No," Pabbie said.

"It's for the best," the king told her.

"Listen to me, Elsa," Pabbie said. "Your power will only grow. There is beauty in it, but also great danger."

As he spoke, the troll conjured up an image of an older Elsa in the sky. The image twirled gracefully, surrounded by beautiful snowflakes.

Then, amid the northern lights, the snowflakes turned into sharp spikes. The spectre of a crowd joined Elsa in the sky — the people used the icy spikes as weapons, attacking Elsa's glowing effigy.

"You must learn to control your power," Pabbie continued. "Fear will be your enemy."

The king hugged Elsa close. "We'll protect her," he promised. "We'll lock the gates. We'll reduce the staff and keep her powers hidden from everyone... including Anna."

城堡的图书馆漆黑一片，但国王知道他要找的东西：一本古书，上面记载着几个世纪以前医治魔法创伤的办法。他找到后立马从书架上拿了下来，很快地翻到了要找的那部分，书上画着一个地精，手中好像握着一束北极光。一个受伤的人安静地躺在他面前，地精在用北极光为他疗伤。国王翻过这页，发现了一张夹在书里的折叠起来的纸。他小心翼翼地打开了这张泛黄的地图。

时间紧迫，国王和王后立即披上斗篷，给女儿裹好衣服，再下令备好马匹。国王一家匆匆离开了城堡。王后带着艾莎骑上了自己的马，国王则怀抱着安娜，快马在山间疾驰。

克斯托夫和斯特在北极光的指引下，沿着崎岖的山路前进。但是听到疾驰的马蹄声逐渐靠近，他们警觉地躲到了路边，只见马匹疾驰而过，身后留下了一路冰雪。

出于好奇，克斯托夫和斯特跟着马队一路来到了一片山岭上。他们俩躲在一块石头后面偷偷观察着，马匹嘶叫着停了下来。

国王和王后跳下马，国王的肩上靠着一个小女孩，王后手里牵着一个年龄稍微大一些的小姑娘。

“求求你!”国王高声呼喊道，“救救我的女儿!”起初山坡上还是空荡荡的，这时一堆石头滚落了下来。突然间，石头纷纷伸出手脚，站了起来，变成了灰色的小精灵——他们根本就不是石头!“是地精。”克斯托夫对斯特小声说。

这时候，克斯托夫身边的一块石头跳了起来，变成了一个长满苔藓的小个子女地精。她的名字叫惠达。

“嘘，”惠达心不在焉地对克斯托夫说，“我想要听听。”这时，惠达猛地回过神来，仔细打量着克斯托夫，这才意识到他原来不是地精。她笑嘻嘻地给了克斯托夫和斯特一个热情的拥抱。“小可爱!”她笑着说道。

在山谷里，国王和女儿们站在一起。一位非常年长的地精，佩比，穿过众地精走过来注视着两位公主。

他先看着艾莎。“她是天生就有魔力，还是受到了诅咒?”他问道。

“天生的，”国王回答道，“而且现在魔力变得越来越强了。”

地精又看了看安娜，她仍然昏迷着。“幸好没有伤到心脏，”他说，“如果心受到了伤害，就很难治好了，头部的问题还是可以治好的。”他停顿了一下，继续说道：“安全起见，我们必须消除所有的魔力，包括所有关于魔法的记忆。”

国王点点头，说：“按照您说的做吧。”地精用手指轻轻地摸了摸小安娜的额头，就把一连串栩栩如生的记忆从她脑海里抹掉了。随着地精把这些记忆变成更具体的景象，这些记忆一幕幕展现在天空中。安娜不再记得舞会大厅里的神奇雪人，只记得冬日院子里的景象;不再记得走廊里的雪花，只记得窗外飘落的雪花。她与艾莎一起度过的奇妙时刻都被消除了，取而代之的都是普通的欢乐时光。这次意外唯一留下的就是她头上的一绺白发。

“好了，”佩比最后说道，“她只会记得快乐时光，但不会记得魔法。”

“她不会记得我有魔法吗?”艾莎问道。

“是的。”佩比说道。

“这样最好。”国王告诉她。

“听我说，艾莎，”佩比说道，“你的魔力只会越来越强。它创造出的冰雪很美，但也隐藏着巨大的危险。”

地精边说边用魔法在天空中变出了成年艾莎的样子。在美丽雪花的环绕下，艾莎的幻象优雅地旋转着。

紧接着，在北极光束间，雪花变成了尖锐的冰柱。一群人围到艾莎身边——人们用冰尖作武器，攻击艾莎发光的肖像。

“你必须学会控制你的魔力，”佩比继续说道，“恐惧将是你最大的敌人。”

国王紧紧地搂住艾莎。“我们会保护她的，”他允诺道，“我们会关闭所有的大门，减少仆人，不让任何人知道她的魔力，包括安娜。”