There, in the market-place, some of the boldest of the boys used to tie their sledges to the carts as they passed by, and so they were pulled along, and got a good ride.  It was so capital!  Just as they were in the very height of their amusement, a large sledge passed by:  it was painted quite white, and there was someone in it wrapped up in a rough white mantle of fur, with a rough white fur cap on his head.  The sledge drove round the square twice, and Kay tied on his sledge as quickly as he could, and off he drove with it.  On they went quicker and quicker into the next street; and the person who drove turned round to Kay, and nodded to him in a friendly manner, just as if they knew each other.  Every time he was going to untie his sledge, the person nodded to him, and then Kay sat quiet; and so on they went till they came outside the gates of the town.  Then the snow began to fall so thickly that the little boy could not see an arm’s length before him, but still on he went:  when suddenly he let go the string he held in his hand in order to get loose from the sledge, but it was of no use; still the little vehicle rushed on with the quickness of the wind.  He then cried as loud as he could, but no one heard him; the snow drifted and the sledge flew on, and sometimes it gave a jerk as though they were driving over hedges and ditches.  He was quite frightened, and he tried to repeat the Lord’s Prayer; but all he could do, he was only able to remember the multiplication table.

The snow-flakes grew larger and larger, till at last they looked just like great white fowls.  Suddenly they flew on one side; the large sledge stopped, and the person who drove rose up.  It was a lady; her cloak and cap were of snow.  She was tall and of slender figure, and of a dazzling whiteness.  It was the Snow Queen.

“We have travelled fast,” said she; “but it is freezingly cold.  Come under my bearskin.”  And she put him in the sledge beside her, wrapped the fur round him, and he felt as though he were sinking in a snow-wreath.

“Are you still cold?” asked she; and then she kissed his forehead.  Ah! it was colder than ice; it penetrated to his very heart, which was already almost a frozen lump; it seemed to him as if he were about to die—­but a moment more and it was quite congenial to him, and he did not remark the cold that was around him.

“My sledge!  Do not forget my sledge!” It was the first thing he thought of.  It was there tied to one of the white chickens, who flew along with it on his back behind the large sledge.  The Snow Queen kissed Kay once more, and then he forgot little Gerda, grandmother, and all whom he had left at his home.

“Now you will have no more kisses,” said she, “or else I should kiss you to death!”