- Granny: Look, the snow is falling again, and every snowflake is like a little white bee.
- Gerda: Grandmother, tell us, where do these white bee snowflakes come from?
- Granny: From the north. They fly here over cold seas, in icy winds, through blizzards and fogs. They are loyal servants of the Snow Queen.
- The Robber Girl: Here is where you'll live, my little princess.
- Gerda: I'm not a princess. I'm just Gerda. I'm heading north, looking for my lost friend Kay.
- The Robber Girl: Fine! And where is he?
- Gerda: I don't know.