I’m glad that T. Kingfisher, a.k.a. Ursula Vernon, is having a publishing moment because I missed The Raven and the Reindeer entirely when it first came out in 2016. It’s a re-telling of Hans Christian Andersen’s “The Snow Queen” that is irreverent, tension-filled, funny, scary, and more than a little weird. That’s fitting, though, because as Kingfisher says in her afterword, Andersen “was a weird dude. … His idea of a happy ending is that everybody dies attended by angels.” She’s no fangirl, finding his work “mawkish, sentimental, and frequently utterly unreadable, and yet there’s … something. I can’t put my finger on it. … He has a line directly to the lizard brain parts that react to fairy tales. Some people do.” (p. 267)
Kingfisher takes the bones of “The Snow Queen” and does her own thing with it. She begins in a small town in the north, though not in the far north north. A baby boy is born “with frost in his eyes and frost in his heart.” (p. 7) His name is Kay. A few days later, a baby girl is born across the street. “They named her Gerta. She was chubby and good-natured and slept easily through the night.” (p. 8) Their grandmothers were friends. Kay and Gerta grew up together, playmates when they were small children. When the snow piled high, there was a link between their upstairs rooms so that even in the deepest winter they could visit each other.
Gerta would have said that Kay was her best and truest friend, that they could tell each other anything and they would take on the world together.
Kay would have said Gerta was the neighbor girl. “She’s all right. I guess.”
In fact, he did say this, on a number of occasions.
There are not many stories about this sort of thing. There ought to be more. Perhaps if there were, the Gertas of the world would learn to recognize it.
Perhaps not. It is hard to see a story when you are standing in the middle of it. (p. 8)
As they grow into young adulthood, Kay continues to love the cold, and Gerta continues to love Kay. Sometimes he seems to love her too — Gerta wonders again and again what it meant that he kissed her one time — but mostly he loves the cold, its sharpness, the quiet it brings, the feeling that you might be the only person in the world. Soon enough, a blizzard blows up, a hundred-year storm according to Gerta’s grandmother, who adds that the Snow Queen rides that night.









