“In the evening when little Kay was at home and half undressed, he crept up onto the chair by the window and peeped out of the little hole. A few snowflakes were falling, and one of these, the biggest, remained on the edge of the window box. It grew bigger and bigger, till it became the figure of a woman dressed in the finest white gauze, which, appeared to be made of millions of starry flakes. She was delicately lovely, but all ice- glittering, dazzling ice.” -Stan Brakhage from Film Biographies (quoting from the Hans Christian Anderson Story “The Snow Queen”)
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