The Story of Frozen Charlotte

[Graveyard Goddess]

Did you guys know that Frozen Charlotte has a story? well I looked it up online and thought id share it with you all.

The story about Frozen Charlotte was told in a poem or song. A frozen Charlotte doll was found in one of the carpenter’s toolboxes, wrapped in a woolen sock. The doll had no clothes on, except for a bonnet and mittens, because the children would make the clothes for the doll. It is now a folktale, i think told often in Maine.

This is the story of Frozen Charlotte
Charlotte, the centerpiece of our story, was the beautiful daughter of a man who acquired great wealth in the lumbering business, and he could afford to indulge Charlotte because she was the apple of his eye. Charlotte was very beautiful, a beauty that was accentuated by all that wealth and position could buy in that time and place. She had a long slender white neck set on soft round shoulders, ruby lips and blond curls that framed her face. However, Charlotte was totally and annoyingly vain. She could not pass a mirror without gazing at herself in rapture. She could not see a pretty dress without imaging how much better it would look on her. She was completely taken with herself.

One New Year's Eve, a holiday ball was planned for the local young people by a well to do farmer. It would be the social event of the season. Simpering and conniving as always, Charlotte managed to corner the local heart throb into escorting her. Her evening dress was a marvel of daring seldom seen in the countryside. The bodice was cut to reveal her beautiful neck and shoulders. The skirt was long and full and nipped in tightly at her tiny waist. The fabric was a silky, gossamer blue. Clearly, no other girl would be Charlotte's equal on this occasion. Her beauty would most certainly triumph.

New Year's Eve dawned clear and cold; by sundown the cold was assisted by a bitter wind. Cold like this could not be recalled by even the oldest residents. Charlotte's beau arrived at dark bundled up in a long wool cape, a scarf wrapped around his neck and face, and a fur cap pulled down over his ears. He knew the value of warm dress on such a cold night. His little open sleigh was red with gold trim and a high leather seat, and it was pulled by a fast black team.

Charlotte was waiting in the beautiful gown and a satin cape with a little hood tied under her chin. She radiated beauty and anticipation of her impending social triumph.

"Please, daughter, you will catch your death in such a thin cape," pleaded Charlotte's mother. "Wear my warm woolen coat and long knitted scarf."

"Oh, no, Mother, such a dowdy coat will spoil the effect of my gown," snapped Charlotte. No matter how much the boy pleaded or the mother begged, Charlotte could not be persuaded. They set off in a flurry of frost and blowing snowflakes.

Before long, her escort asked, "Charlotte, Charlotte, are you cold?"

"It is very cold," she shivered.

I have a blanket under the seat that I can wrap around you," said the boy. "It is a bitter night and a long ride."

Oh, No!" retorted Charlotte. "By the time we reach the party, I will smell as bad as your old horse blanket, and everyone will laugh at me!"

They traveled on at furious rate. It was quite evident to the boy that Charlotte was extremely cold. Her ruby lips were nearly as blue as her gown, and her hair was frosted white.

"Charlotte, Charlotte, are you cold?" asked the boy again. "I have a bearskin under the seat that will warm you up."

"What!" replied Charlotte but much milder now. "And wrinkle my beautiful gown? I have my anticipation to keep me warm."

A little further on, the boy chanced a look at the girl in the light of the rising moon. She appeared as an ice maiden and was quite still. An uncharacteristically innocent smile touched her lips.

"Charlotte, Charlotte! Are you cold?" asked the boy. "Sit closer to me, and we will share my cloak! The warmth of my body will warm you."

"Oh," she replied in a small and distant voice. "That would not be proper. Besides, I am warmer now."

Truly frightened, her beau drove on as fast as he could whip up his team and after awhile pulled into the festively lit farmyard. Smoke poured from the chimneys, and a warm glow flooded from the windows. The house was so warm that the revelers had even found it necessary to to crack open a window for a little fresh air.

The boy jumped down from the sleigh before it had hardly come to a stop, crying, "Charlotte, Charlotte! We are here! Jump down, and we will go inside and warm you up!"

Charlotte said not a word. Thinking she was too cold to move, he reached up to help her to the warmth of the fire. Touching her hand, he found that she was... frozen quite solid!

Now, if you ever go for a sleigh ride on a long, cold winter's night up in the backcountry in Maine, make sure you wear a warm coat, a long scarf wrapped around your neck, and a hat pulled down over your ears. Or you may too die a sad sad death, just like frozen charlotte.

[Graveyard Goddess]

here is the original song/poem



Fair Charlotte lived on a mountain side,
In a wild and lonely spot,
No dwelling was for three miles round
Except her fathers cot.
On many a cold and wintry night,
Young swains were gathered there,
For her father kept a social board,
And she was very fair.
Her father loved to see her dress
Fine as a city belle -
She was the only child he had,
And he loved his daughter well.
On New Year's Eve when the sun was set.
She gazed with a wistful eye
Out of the frosty window forth,
To see the sleighs go by.
She restless was, and longing looked
Till a well-known voice she heard,
Came dashing up to her father's door,
Young Charlie's sleigh appeared.
Her mother said, -"My daughter dear,
This blanket round you fold,
For tis an awful night without,
And you'll be very cold."
"Oh nay, oh nay," young Charlotte cried,
And she laughed like a gypsy queen,
"To ride in a blanket muffled up,
I never will be seen."
"My woolen cloak is quite enough,
You know it is lined throughout,
Besides I have my silken shawl,
To tie my neck about."
She gloves and bonnet being on,
She jumped into the sleigh,
And off they went down the mountain side
And over the hills away.
With muffled faces, silently,
Five long cold miles were passed,
When Charles in few and broken words,
The silence broke at last.
"Oh! Such a night I never saw,
My lines I scarce can hold," -
Fair Charlotte said, in a feeble voice,
"I am exceeding cold."
He cracked his whip and they onward sped,
Much faster than before,
Until five other dreary miles,
In silence they passed o'er.
"How fast," said Charles, "the frozen ice,
Is gathering on my brow."
Said Charlotte in a weaker voice,
"I'm growing warmer now."
Thus on they went through the frosty air,
And in the cold starlight,
Until the village and bright ballroom,
They did appear in sight.
Charles drove to the door, and jumping out,
He held his hand to her, -
"Why sit you like a monument,
That has no power to stir?"
He asked her once, he asked her twice,
She answered never a word;
He asked her for her hand again,
But still she never stirred.
He took her hand into his own,
Oh God! It was cold as stone!
He tore her mantle from her brow,
On her face the cold stars shown.
Then quickly to the lighted hall,
Her lifeless form he bore,
Fair Charlotte was a frozen corpse.
And her lips spake no more.
He threw himself down by her side,
And bitter tears did flow,
And he said, "My own, my youthful bride,
I never more shall know!"
He bore her body to the sleigh,
And with it he drove H0me,
And when he reached her father's door,
Oh! How her parents mourned!
They mourned the loss of a daughter dear,
And Charles mourned o'er her doom,
Until at last his heart did break,
And they both lie in one tomb.

[foblin]

ooh..sounds like me when I go out XD haha.

[midnightsgarden]

I enjoyed the poem by far more. It was beautiful! If I wasn't already going to get dear charlotte... I would get her now just based on that poem.

Beautiful. And I'm sure the author is unknown.

[57chevys]

Such a beautiful poem. I can't wai to get my Frozen Charlotte

[mylady]

I want my own charlotte ;D ;D ;D NOW!!!! ;D ;D

[Graveyard Goddess]

me too. i reeeally want her. its a pity im not allowed to buy dolls
oh well ill have to wait untill i can buy myself a birthday pressie lol

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Cool story, cooler poem. I've wanted the Frozen Charlotte doll ever since I first saw her.