Little Miss has been fairly obsessed with Frozen since before the movie came out. First of all, I have been an Idina Menzel fan for a long time. I listened to her when I was pregnant and after Little Miss was born, those songs calmed her down when she cried. A month or so before Frozen came out, we found a talking Elsa doll at Target. I thought it was awesome since it was essentially an Idina Menzel doll, but Little Miss was quickly caught up in the blonde braid and the fancy dress, so we bought it, and started the (snow)ball rolling.
When it was time to get new bedding for Little Miss's first big girl bed, of all the options, she chose Frozen, a movie she hadn't even seen yet. When we went to Barnes and Noble, she had me buy a Frozen book, thus ruining the ending for us. (Hans is the bad guy?!)
Frozen was Little Miss's first movie in the theater. She loved it, watched the whole thing and was only a little affraid of the big snow monster, Marshmallow. We got the CD shortly after and we haven't stopped listening to it since. I don't even realize it’s on anymore. I listen to it in the car by myself for an embarrassingly long time before I notice what I'm doing and shut it off.
We have dolls, decorations, dresses and pictures. Coloring books, clothes, cups, stickers and gadgets. We talk about Frozen, Mr. Man likes Frozen, we watch Frozen, and most importantly we sing Frozen.
Now, I am no Idina Menzel, no matter how much I dream that I had her voice, but my kids don't care. To Little Miss, I am Elsa and must act accordingly, and lately, that means a nightly singing of "Let it go." All of it. "From the beginning!" she yells.
We take a bath, brush teeth, put on pajamas, read, bounce on the bed, and then I belt my heart out, channeling my inner snow queen. Mr. Man stares at me in utter amazement and Little Miss pipes in here and there along the way, always helping me hit that last note.
And now there’s Frozen Fever, and the promise of Frozen 2. So yeah, I have resigned myself to the fact that this is just a part of our life that is here to stay. We are a Frozen household and we sing those songs all. The. Time.
God, I hope my neighbors can’t hear me.