There is a legend that, once upon a time, a beautiful fairy, the Snow
Queen, lived on the highest, most solitary peaks of the Alps. The mountain
folk and shepherds climbed to the summits to admire her, and everyone fell
head over heels in love with her.
Every man would have given anything, including his life, to marry her.
Indeed, their lives are just what they did give: for Fate had decided that
no
mortal would every marry the Snow Queen. But in spite of that, many brave
souls did their best to approach her, hoping always to persuade her.
Each suitor was allowed to enter the great ice palace with the crystal
roof, where the Queen's throne stood. But the second he declared his love
and
asked for her hand, thousands of goblins appeared to grasp him and push
him
over the rocks, down into bottomless abysses.
Without the slightest emotion, the Queen would watch the scene, her heart
of ice unable to feel anything at all. The legend of the crystal palace
and
the beautiful heartless Queen spread as far as the most distant alpine valley,
the home of a fearless chamois hunter. Fascinated by the tale, he decided
to
set out and try his luck. Leaving his valley, he journeyed for days on end,
climbing the snowclad mountain faces, scaling icebound peaks and defying
the
bitterly cold wind that swept through the alpine gullies.
More than once he felt all was lost, but the thought of the lovely Snow
Queen gave him new strength and kept him moving onwards. At last, after
many
days climbing, he saw glinting in the sunshine before him, the tall
transparent spires of the ice palace.
Summoning all his courage, the young man entered the Throne Room. But he
was so struck by the Snow Queen's beauty that he could not utter a word.
Shy
and timid, he did not dare speak. So he knelt in admiration before the Queen
for hours on end, without opening his mouth. The Queen looked at him silently,
thinking all the while that, provided he did not ask her hand in marriage,
there was no need to call the goblins.
Then, to her great surprise, she discovered that his behaviour touched her
heart. She realised she was becoming quite fond of this hunter, much younger
and more handsome than her other suitors. Time passed and the Snow Queen
dared
not admit, not even to herself, that she would actually like to marry the
young man.
In the meantime, the goblins kept watch over their mistress; first they
were astonished, then they became more and more upset. For they rightly
feared
that their Queen might be on the point of breaking the Law and bringing
down
on the heads of all the Mountain People the fury of Fate.
Seeing that the Queen was slow to give the order to get rid of her suitor,
the goblins decided to take matters into their own hands. One night, as
dusk
fell, they slipped out of the cracks in the rock and clustered round the
young
chamois hunter. Then they hurled him into the abyss. The Snow Queen watched
the whole scene from the window, but there was nothing she could do to stop
them. However, her icy heart melted, and the beautiful cruel fairy suddenly
became a woman.
A tear dropped from her eye, the first she had ever shed. And the Snow
Queen's tear fell on to a stone where it turned into a little silvery star.
This was the first edelweiss ... the flower that grows only on the highest,
most inaccessible peaks in the Alps, on the edge of the abyss and
precipice . . .
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