I saw Frozen. There’s a lot of beauty in it and I loved the idea of two sisters saving each other.
But I also had a brief thought that this film would only need the smallest nudge to be a queer film, to be a story about two girls falling in love. They meet at Elsa’s crowning, they compliment each other, Elsa thaws, recoils, runs away. And Anna, feeling responsible, feeling enchanted, goes after her.