Forget girl power, sisterly love and the high-belt clarion call of Let It Go. Anxiety over the handling of a precious gift is the theme that comes through loudest in Frozen, the sometimes rousing, often dull, alternately dopey and anguished Disney musical that opened on Broadway on Thursday. Nor is it the warmheartedness of her sister, Anna, which puts her at constant risk of unelective cryogenesis.

Did he really just say that to me? Saturday, June 27, 2009. With fatherhood so imminent for me, I guess the topic is no surprise. I never understood how it did it. The day was cold and rain spattered down. Occasionally onto the windows of the kitchen. The sound was metallic though the windows were glass. We were sitting in the living room. I was twelve, he was in his forties I guess; what. Did his age matter to me then. It was midday but darker than normal.

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