(My kink is retranslating the Danish versions of Disney songs.)
The glittering snow decks the mountain at night
No footprints show the way
An entirely isolated realm and its queen. That’s me.
And the wind’s cry reflects the storm within
I have lost everything to a terrible magic
Shut no one in. Let no one see.
Hold the facade that you are obligated to
Shut off every day. Fold the cover down.
Now shall they receive
Let it happen. Let them see
I reveal myself as I am
Let it happen. Let them see
I shall no longer hide myself
Never more will I listen to them
Yes it storms but
The ice-cold mountain is my true home
When one is at a bit of a distance
All things become so small
And my life in dreadful shackles
Is finished, they must understand
It becomes my great breakthrough
Now I lose my inhibitions and let the line out
Farewell to the tyrrany of duty
I’m free
Let it happen. Let them see.
The strength I’ve received
Let it happen. It continues
With shame and bitter tears
Now I become that which I am
The storm breaks loose
I shake the earth and sky like it’s nothing
Ice crystals spring up and join in a gathering halo
And like crystals rises a thought fairly clear
I’m never going home
Goodbye to that which was
Let it happen. Let them see.
Now the gloves come off
Ice and snow I want to see
I’m ready for a whole new day
And with that, light bursts forth
Winter storms come, but
The ice cold mountain is my true home