MAGIC SILVER 2 The Great Freeze
In the far, far north -
- lies a country full of gnomes and pixies.
Every year, as Christmas approaches, -
- the blue gnomes awake from their long autumn slumber, -
- in order to make the blue hour.
That magic time when it is not quite day and not quite night.
But this time something is amiss in Blue Mountain.
Is it...?
Wake up, everyone! It's almost Christmas! We have overslept!
Rimesage, wake up! We have overslept!
What? Overslept?
Blue gnomes never oversleep. That is against the rules.
Rimesage!
We'll miss Christmas!
Wake up! We have overslept!
Wake up, all you gnomes a-sleeping Winter has come a-creeping
Christmas is nigh, I know, I know We should have woken up ages ago
We should have woken up ages ago!
-Time to get up, not down! -Bluerose, your crown!
Time to use your magic power Time to create the magic hour
The magic hour is here It's December again!
Queen Bluerose, where are you? On with your crown!
Out of your beds Wake up, sleepyheads!
We have overslept!
The socks I received last year Have shrunk this fall, it appears
You have simply grown so tall Soon you'll be biggest of us all
Hurry, the Queen is sneezing Find warm clothes so she stops freezing
Let's get going, everyone smile Christmas, our busy time, is nigh!
Here, get to work!
Soon everything will be dandy As we sweep every nook and cranny
We will knit some more hats We can promise you that
We can promise you that!
Yum!
-Erke and Tufsa! -Queen Bluerose!
Finally, there you are!
It's time for your royal lesson.
But the magic hour is near! We're going out to play.
Have you forgotten who you are? Come with me.
See you later.
Time to bake some more cookies.
You look lovely in your new royal dress.
Thank you, Woolmaid.
First you must learn how to walk.
-I know how to walk. -Of course you do.
I mean walk like a queen. Watch me now.
There. And now it's your turn.
Let me see. Excellent. Excellent!
Then you look calmly and kindly at everyone, while you ask:
"What is the purpose of blue gnomes?"
Go ahead. Ask.
What is the purpose of blue gnomes, Master Rimesage?
Our purpose is to create the magic hour in December.
So the great star can shine -
- over gnomes and folk, no matter their hat color.
But first and foremost, and most importantly, -
- our purpose -
- is to make sure that every living creature is happy.
That the mountains are clean, and the air.
And the snow is white and pretty. Thank you, Rimesage.
And now, dear Bluerose, -
- where is your royal heart?
No, feel where it is beating.
Here!
Under your royal crown -
- you will have many different thoughts.
Some thoughts will be good, some not so good.
But if your heart beats extra, extra hard -
- for a certain thought, that thought is strong, golden and good.
If so, you should believe in that thought, and follow it.
Thoughts that are golden, your royal heart embolden.
-And now we are... -Bluerose!
Bluerose!
They're making the first magic hour!
-It's the magic hour! -But...
We're in the middle of a lesson!
Glittering silver and berries so blue
Open the mountain for your gnomes so true
The magic silver turns night to day
So we who are young can go out and play!
Let light bring life to all we see grow
Over the big wide world below!
Time to turn the magic hourglass.
Let us out!
It's freezing out there!
What a cold wind!
I almost miss the Blue Horn.
Then we could create warmer winds.
The Blue Horn?
Hush!
What are you talking about?
Weatherwife and Woolmaid need to watch their tongues.
Is it possible to make warmer weather with a horn?
No!
Don't listen to us.
We're so cold that we don't know what we're saying.
First one out!
Last one out is a pipsqueak!
-Dreng, King of the Red Gnomes! -Queen Bluerose!
-Here's your sled. -We overslept.
-I realized that. -But the magic hour is back now.
Come with us!
Come on. Let's go sledding with Tufsa and Erke.
I can't.
Why not?
There's something wrong with the weather.
A big glacier is threatening to crush our farm.
The farmer and the other gnomes are afraid. I have to be with them.
Come. I'll join you.
Hide!
-This is the final load. -What a sad day!
They're abandoning the farm!
Bluerose! Are you here to help us?
There you are!
The farmer just left.
That means we also have to go. But where?
Don't worry. I'm sure they'll be back soon.
We shall celebrate Christmas as usual. With good food and all.
Who can we filch food from now? The farmer's gone.
There's hardly a piece of sausage left.
All we have are frozen potatoes.
We have no food!
And soon that ice will crush our home!
This is dangerous!
The ice won't reach the barn anytime soon.
It's time you took charge, my boy.
Listen up, everyone!
Our king will now tell us what will happen when the ice crushes our home.
That is what we have a king for.
-I know what we can do. -What?
Come on!
-Let's just sit tight until it passes. -Sit tight?
How could my daughter settle for such a miserable wretch?
He's more than good enough, mother. He's just trying to keep our spirits up.
But this cold is freezing me to the bone.
Come darling, come and dance I offer you my arm
Join in my Yuletide dance Soon you'll be nice and warm
Hi and hop and hey Are you feeling warmer?
My dear You're the best man of the lot
We'll dance the cold away And soon we'll all be hot
Hi and hop and hey We're no longer freezing!
Were it up to me, you'd see a different dance!
No worries, have no fear No damage done
We'll have our porridge yet And everyone will have fun
Hi and hop and hey Everyone will have fun!
Sit down and relax. Shame on you!
We can't dance the glacier away.
So much for the outhouse.
This is hopeless.
Look!
The ice is melting. From the heat of the lamp.
We have to find more heat.
And lots of it.
I almost miss the Blue Horn.
Then we could create warmer winds.
I know something that can make warm winds!
-Make warm winds? -Yes. And melt the ice.
-Some sort of horn. -Let's find that horn!
-If the horn exists, I'll bring it. -I'll fetch you next magic hour.
Queen Bluerose!
-Were your clothes warm enough? -Yes.
That horn you mentioned, the one that makes warm winds, where can I find it?
I wish we had never mentioned that.
Here is your crown. Rimesage asked me to give it to you.
Thank you. This is a perfect time.
Listen up.
I want to know about the Blue Horn. I demand an answer.
Dear Queen Bluerose.
Please don't ask us about that.
I simply want to know what it is.
Fine. I'll tell you about the Blue Horn.
But only so you will understand how dangerous it is.
Deep in the darkness we hide it
So no blue gnome will ever find it
Our dangerous horn is stashed away
May it never go astray!
-Is that the horn? -Yes.
That is what it looks like.
-It doesn't look dangerous. -But it is.
Because that horn can change the weather.
It can cause both warm and cold winds to blow.
How does it make warm air?
The horn blower must point the horn upwards.
If you point the horn downwards, cold winds will start blowing.
Once, -
- hundreds of years ago, something terrible happened.
It was a warm winter.
Entirely without snow.
The blue gnomes were utterly distraught.
In order to have snow for Christmas, -
- they pointed the horn downwards -
- and blew, three times in succession.
The Blue Horn conjured up the feared Blue Storm.
Many blue gnomes disappeared in the storm, never to return again.
They were gone forever.
Thus it was decided that the horn be removed from Blue Mountain -
- and hidden deep, deep inside Gray Mountain.
-Gray Mountain? -Yes.
And there it shall remain for all eternity.
But the red gnomes are being threatened by a glacier.
I'm sorry. No one is ever to touch the Blue Horn.
Never. Never again.
-But I promised to help them! -You'll have to break that promise.
-No, Bluerose! -You once told me, Rimesage:
Thoughts that are golden my heart embolden.
I've never felt my heart beat as hard -
- as it has this winter.
Bluerose, the Blue Horn is too dangerous!
-Do you think our king can do it? -I'm sure he can.
There you are! We saved a half potato for you.
We can only take a half. They have to last through Christmas.
I have to go. But I'll be back with something to melt the ice.
-I doubt it! -Have faith in your king.
Faith in our king? Of course we have faith!
-Soon everything will be back to normal. -All I need is food.
Listen to my boy. He knows what he's talking about.
The farmer will return if the glacier melts.
Of course. And then we can filch as much as we want!
Good luck!
But... What should we do while we wait?
Anything. Just do something!
Stand still, and you'll freeze in place.
We have no food and our house is doomed!
What will we do when the ice crushes our home?
Let's find that horn!
Dear Queen Bluerose, for the last time:
Don't search for the Blue Horn.
I feel obliged to tell you -
- something we didn't cover during your lesson.
And that is the following:
If a queen puts her subjects in danger, -
- she can no longer be queen!
Bluerose?
If you don't want a queen who follows her heart, -
- then I no longer wish to be your queen.
You can't mean that!
I do mean it.
Now what?
-Our warmest thoughts will be with you. -Thank you, Tufsa.
Bluerose?
Promise to be careful.
And no matter what: Never blow the horn three times!
Never three times!
There is Gray Mountain.
Yes.
Isn't that crown heavy to carry?
-A little. -Then why do you wear it?
It helps me think golden thoughts.
I feel my golden thoughts in here.
So you gave up your crown in order to help me?
I mean, help us red gnomes?
First gnome down the hill!
The ice is hard as stone!
Our king told us to do something or we'd freeze.
It's hopeless, isn't it?
I gave up all hope the day my daughter came home with that clown.
Maybe that son of yours would find himself a partner too, -
- if he wasn't so grumpy!
Go, go, go! May the best man win!
I'll get you next time!
-Have you caught a winter bug? -No, it's my hay fever.
The magic hour doesn't last long. I hope we can find an opening.
You and I can do anything we put our minds too.
Dreng!
You aren't Dreng!
I already knew that. That's no big deal.
-But who are you? -Thanks and goodbye!
Dear, oh dear!
It's impossible to find peace and quiet anywhere.
No peace or quiet.
Come, stick!
Thank you.
Nothing but trouble, wherever I turn.
Dear, oh dear!
You aren't a house dweller.
I'm a moss pixie. That's what I am.
-A moss pixie? -What is your purpose?
Good question. I have wondered the same thing.
No one has any use for moss pixies anymore.
-What was your purpose before? -Before?
We used to live in Gray Mountain. But I'm the only one left.
I no longer live where I'm supposed to live. I live here now.
Poor thing!
I know.
No one has any use for moss pixies anymore.
Thank you.
Thanks and goodbye.
I said: No one has any use for moss pixies anymore!
-We have use for a moss pixie! -Why didn't you say so?
A horn that can create cold and warm winds?
Yes, and we have to find it.
Why did all the moss pixies leave Gray Mountain?
-Because of the house dwellers. -House dwellers?
They showed up here.
Moved in with their pickaxes and drills and all their noise.
We moss pixies became frightened and left.
-What happened to the others? -They all went underground.
-And you were left behind alone? -Yes.
But are the house dwellers still there?
Yes. Look for yourself.
What is it?
Gnomes can't be seen by house dwellers.
-Can't be seen by house dwellers? -No. Or we'll disappear. Poof!
And be gone forever.
What? Gnomes go poof when house dwellers see them?
Poof, poof! I'm glad I'm a poxie and not a gnime.
I mean, I'm glad I'm a pixie, not a gnome!
Can you afford that?
-You get what you pay for. -Can't exactly buy it on credit.
No money, no coal!
- Are there many house dwellers here? - Yes.
They come with money -
- and return home with coal.
When house dwellers get cold, they burn black coal in their stoves.
Then they no longer freeze.
Those were the last ones. Time for a break!
Well-deserved. The coal baron should be pleased now.
Thanks and goodbye!
What are you waiting for? Come on! We have a big climb ahead.
Come, stick!
Coal, coal, coal, coal Gray and black coal
Dig, hack, never cease Never a moment's peace
It's no fun in this hole With a boss who yells
More coal, more coal Always more coal!
Nag and hack, grab a scoop Of my watery soup
Quick, get yourself a bowl Before he yells again
More coal, more coal Always more coal!
Coal, coal, coal, coal Black and gray coal
Dig, hack, never cease Never a moment's peace
Our boss only has one role Namely to yell and shout
More coal, more coal Always more coal!
Money, money
No one has more money than me
Money, money
Money is all he thinks about
Break is over!
Dig, hack never cease Never a moment's peace
It's no fun in this hole Always digging for coal
More coal, more coal Always more coal!
Coal, coal, coal, coal
Black and gray coal
I don't care about anyone Don't care if the cold takes its toll
All I want is frigid weather Because my mountain is full of coal
Just bring me money, money
Just bring your money to me
Money, money
Just bring your money to me!
To me!
To me ! Bring your money to me !
-You said bring money to you ! -No way. That was Pilten.
You should have said: Money to him !
But I wanted it to rhyme.
Me doesn't rhyme with him! You should have said...
Stop that nonsense! Get back to work, so I can make more money.
Get back to work so he can make more money!
This doorway doesn't fit me anymore!
- We have to go deeper inside. - Dear. No.
No moss pixie will ever go down there again.
Can't you do anything right, Pilten?
-We can't stay here! -How can we get past him?
This is going to take some time.
I just had a golden thought.
Keep going.
Pilten!
Pilten, come here!
What do we do?
Now what?
This place is haunted! Look!
Ghosts! Coal ghosts!
-Figure this out! -Why not you?
Because I say so!
-We're going to disappear forever! -Goodbye!
Because you say so? All right.
But don't run away!
Mommy!
The ghost! It's here!
Help!
A coal ghost!
Poof, poof!
The moss pixie!
I can't leave you to yourselves.
There are house dwellers everywhere in Gray Mountain.
Listen!
-Is that the horn? -Yes! But where is it?
Come, and I'll show you.
Look, he's blowing the horn to make it even colder.
As if it isn't cold enough!
He did it even though he himself is freezing.
Money and coal is all he thinks about. Money and coal.
Dear, oh dear. Thanks and goodbye!
But... We have to get that horn before he blows it again!
Look! The horn!
He's coming!
Come on!
No!
This doorway keeps getting narrower!
-I'm going in. -No!
-Yes. -No, don't!
My coffee is cold. Make a new pot!
His coffee is cold. Make a new pot!
Hurry, before he comes back!
You're both idiots!
Quick! He's coming!
Hurry!
Finally up!
But...
Mons! Pilten! Get up here this instant!
-I can't leave without my crown! -Forget about that now!
-Get out here! -Here we come.
-Here's your coffee. -Never mind that!
-Look! Barrels! -Someone just stole my horn.
Now!
Use your eyes!
Barrel ghosts!
-The magic hour is almost over! -I'm dizzy.
Prepare the sleigh.
I'll follow them to the end of the world. We're going hunting!
Hurry up and blow!
It's full of snow.
-Come back next magic hour. -No!
-Let me take the horn. -No! It belongs to us.
-I can't return without crown or horn. -The mountain is closing!
-I promised I would fix this. -No, Dreng! You can't!
Dreng!
Did you find the Blue Horn?
Yes.
Was it a dangerous quest?
No, but Gray Mountain is dangerous. It is full of house dwellers.
House dwellers?
They caused the cold winds.
-They blew the Blue Horn? -Yes.
But Dreng and I took it back.
What joyous news!
Queen Bluerose has rescued the Blue Horn from the house dwellers.
-Allow me to return your crown. -Our queen is back!
And where is the Blue Horn?
Dreng has it.
The red gnome king?
But, my dear, who knows what might happen -
- when red gnomes have the Blue Horn?
-I'm sure I'll get it back tomorrow. -Tomorrow?
But what if they blow the horn?
What if they cause storms? This is terrible!
This just keeps getting worse!
This will never end well!
We should catch up with them soon, and then...
Perhaps the coal baron should start calling himself the coal king!
Coal may be coal, but gold, Mons and Pilten...
Gold is gold!
My tongue is stuck!
May we come in?
You were brave to take the horn back. Get some rest now.
What can possibly go wrong, if Dreng has the horn?
-What a lovely, warm wind! -The king did it, grandma!
Jumping can give you warts under your feet.
Tonight we will all sleep tight!
I sincerely doubt it!
-Now all is well. -Potatoes for supper?
We can mash them and pretend it's Christmas porridge.
Are you coming?
I think I'll blow one more time, just to be sure.
That hurt!
-Poor me! -Quiet, listen!
The horn!
It's coming from that farm.
Then we know where to go. Hurry up!
Hurry!
-Not here too! -What's going on?
We can't stop the meltwater. The lower caves are already flooded.
I knew it. The red gnomes must have blown the horn!
All my cookies are soaked!
It's spring outside. The cold has gone!
Our cave is flooding!
This is your fault, Bluerose!
I'm king of the red gnomes. I promised I would fix this!
-Want help? -I have to do this alone.
Everyone, grab buckets and pails!
-Don't just stand there, do something! -Hurry up!
Listen to the cuckoo! It's spring!
Forget about the cuckoo. I want my horn! I want winter!
The horses can't pull the sleigh without snow.
Look! White anemones!
White anemones? Watch out, before I give you a black eye!
Help the horses pull!
What's this nonsense? We don't want spring now!
At least the glacier is gone.
And our outhouse is back.
Forget about the outhouse! How can we celebrate Christmas now?
You're never satisfied, are you?
Hurry, you slackers! I'm losing money by the hour in this heat!
Satisfied? My mother, your wife and all the kids have summer colds -
- since Christmas was cancelled.
-Where did Christmas go? -There, there, my child.
-We'll have to wait until next year. -No, I want snow now!
-Come back to bed. -I have warts under my feet!
Now look what you've done!
And I was so excited to finally be able to celebrate Christmas!
Maybe you could blow the horn again? Make it colder?
-I don't know... -Please? Just a little bit?
Dreng!
-Bluerose! -What have you done?
-Who? Me? -Yes! You blew the horn!
I sure did. And saved the entire farm.
-Blue Mountain is flooded! -A little water never hurt.
A little water? Our entire mountain is threatened!
-I didn't mean to... -I never want to see you again!
-Someone is coming! -Maybe our farmer has returned?
Quick! Into the barn!
This must be the place.
That isn't our farmer.
Be quiet!
What was that?
-That was a crash. -No, it was a thud.
What's all this racket?
Someone is coming. Stay where you are, and be as quiet as mice!
-They're coming this way! -Let go of me!
They can't fool the coal baron! They're probably in the barn.
I hope those weren't barn ghosts we heard!
There's no such things as ghosts!
Is anyone here?
I was sure I heard something.
-Yes, a crash. -No, a thud.
My hay fever.
I don't care if it was a crash or a thud. Search!
There's no one here.
Strange. I was sure I heard something in here.
Fine. Let's continue searching at the next farm.
You haven't searched well enough!
Hay ghosts!
Nonsense! Get rid of that hay!
We have what we came for. Next stop: Gray Mountain.
Why did you give them the horn?
I had to. They would have seen you.
He's right. Our king saved our lives.
This happened because you took the horn. And now they have it.
And that's your fault!
-What are you doing? -Quiet!
Let me make some cold wind, so we get snow under our sleigh.
You've done enough wrong. I'll handle this myself.
-But you need help. -Not from you!
Pull me back home!
Once it has snowed enough, I'll let you ride in the sleigh.
-I don't want you here! -I know.
But I'm here anyway.
-Winter is back! -Yes!
That was the last bucket. The cave is dry again.
I'm so glad we have snow!
I have baked new Christmas cookies.
And Blue Mountain is saved!
We're almost there! I'm going to make the world colder than ever!
And I'm going to double the price of coal!
I'm going to get so rich!
Hugely rich!
Filthy rich!
But...
Come on!
-Which way should we go? -I don't know.
Dear, oh dear...
The moss pixie!
Maybe he can help us?
-Boy, are we lucky! -Hi, moss pixie.
How will I ever get rid of you two?
Finally the horn is back where it belongs!
Twice. Please don't blow it again!
One more.
Three times!
No!
What's happening?
Something that was never supposed to happen again!
The Blue Storm has returned!
I don't want to miss this!
Come on, let's go the other way!
Come, stick! Good boy!
Help me! I'm stuck!
-Help! -Mons!
Don't leave me!
No!
No, Pilten! Wait for me!
No, wait!
My horn!
Now it's our turn!
No!
My crown! My crown...
My crown!
No!
There it is!
Dear, oh dear!
Dear, oh dear, oh dear!
We quit. There are too many ghosts here.
- Ghosts?! - Dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!
Dear!
A moose ghost!
Get out! I'm shutting down the mine!
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea!
My stomach!
If only we could go faster!
We need to find out how to stop!
Stop? Why?
-We have to stop! -No kidding!
We need something harder!
Hang on!
I didn't mean to say your crown wasn't important.
Thank you!
-That's not good! -What?
Look!
-It's heading for the farm! -We have to find the horn!
Hurry!
-It isn't here! -The wind must have grabbed it!
Hold on tight, so you don't blow away!
What is happening?
I'm hanging on for dear life!
Hold onto the children!
There it is!
-Let me help you! -It's no use. We're doomed!
Help me!
Yes!
I can't hang on any longer!
-Help her! -Hold onto me!
You'll finally be rid of me!
Look at him!
We did it!
-We didn't get rid of you after all. -Serves you right!
That's the truth.
You did it!
Bluerose has the Blue Horn!
And what do you intend to do with it?
I want it to be destroyed.
No one should have the power to control the weather.
Wise words. The weather should govern itself.
Let me have it. I'll make sure it disappears forever.
Your crown will be almost as good as new.
He deserves it.
So this year we'll have potatoes for Christmas.
Potatoes are good.
The farmer is back, with all his animals!
But that means...
Food in the storehouse!
-I want to filch first! -Me too!
Dear Bluerose.
Now for the question on everyone's tongue.
And what is that?
Do we still have a queen here in Blue Mountain?
We don't know for sure, do we?
But I know. Neither crown nor throne makes me Queen.
Thoughts that are golden...
Your royal heart embolden.
Yes, Rimesage.
Thank you for teaching me that.
It's yuletide in the barn Such a lovely time of year
And a storehouse full of food To please every gnome
We are warm, we have friends We have nothing to fear
We all feel safe and sound here at home
This Christmas Eve This Christmas Eve
Let's promise to each other To take care of our earth
This Christmas Eve This Christmas Eve
Two friends hold hands And show what friendship's worth
It is Yuletide in Blue Mountain And no longer do we fear
Christmas feels nice and safe Here in our cave
We are warm, we are friends No dangers threaten here
May every living creature Find the peace and love they crave
This Christmas Eve This Christmas Eve
Let's promise to each other To take care of our earth
This Christmas Eve This Christmas Eve
Two friends hold hands And show what friendship's worth
Moss pixies, return to Gray Mountain!
- Dear, oh dear! - Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear...
-Merry Christmas, Red Gnome King. -Merry Christmas, Blue Gnome Queen.
This Christmas Eve This Christmas Eve
Let's promise to each other To take care of our earth
This Christmas Eve This Christmas Eve
Two friends hold hands And show what friendship's worth
This Christmas Eve This Christmas Eve
Let's promise to each other To take care of our earth
This Christmas Eve This Christmas Eve
Two friends hold hands And show what friendship's worth!