Original subtitles

* Now the mist has cleared

* As day is dawning

* It's all becoming clearer to me

* The seasons change

* As I change with them

* And the cold of spring

* Gives me strength and courage

* To know I will make it through

* Whatever life throws at me

* Summer's sweet scent

* Autumn's whisper

* Winter stings with the cold

* When trouble comes rolling in like thunder

* Tears may fall

* Fear may call

* But the spring in my heart

* When seasons change

* I'll change with them

* And I know I can weather the storm *

- Hey, robber's daughter.

I know you, yes I do.

- And I know we're gonna throw you off this earth.

- [Narrator] In all her years, Ronja had never met

another child in the forest, and then suddenly,

she found Birk, right on top of the fort

across the treacherous Hell's Gap.

He was the son of Borka, her father's most hated rival,

and to make matters worse, his whole family

had moved in next door.

(fire crackles)

(wind howls)

- Hey, wake up, Shaggy.

- (grumbles) Is it my time to take over?

- Huh, ages ago.

Why were you sleeping, eh?

The whole point of guard duty is to be on guard.

- [Shaggy] I was just resting me eyelids.

- Also known as sleeping!

- [Shaggy] Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Oh, just get up.

(gasps)

- [Shaggy] I said I wasn't sleeping.

- Oy, there are people over there.

Chief, Chief (panting).

We got trouble.

Borka wants you.

He says he wants to talk to you.

He's waitin' up on the roof.

(bowl rattles)

- You do know you're going to

have to clean that up yourself.

- Borka wants to talk to me, is that so?

How dare he send me a message like this?

Oh sure, I'll go talk to him, I can hardly wait.

And then he'll never speak again (growls)!

- Are you all right?

We heard shouting.

- What happened?

- All right, eat up and gather your strength, gentlemen.

I want to take this bull by the horns,

and we will finally put an end to Borka.

(uptempo music)

(all slurping)

(grunts)

- (sighs) That's the worst part about gettin' old.

Don't get to join in any of the fun.

No matter, too many stairs, anyway.

- Borka's robbers don't look so scary to me,

I mean, what are we up against?

They don't look like much at all.

But, oh. (sucks in breath)

(majestic music)

So that's Borka.

(giggles)

(gasping and grunting) Hot dog.

- Good morning, Mattis.

Thank you very much for coming up here so quickly.

Well, and a good morning to you, too, Borka.

I would have come here sooner,

but I had something to do first.

I was composing a poem called "Lament for a Dead Borka."

Maybe I will read it out to your poor widow Undis

after we have thrown you

and your lamentable crew into the abyss (laughs).

She might at least get a bit of comfort from the poem.

(Ronja and Mattis' men laugh)

- Oh, that is classic.

- Yeah, but would Undis ever read a poem?

- [Borka's Man] True, Borka's wife wouldn't have

such a fancy little hobby.

- I'll give them a poem.

What, I told you, they simply won't listen to reason.

We're wasting our time here with these animals.

Are you even listening to me?

- It seems you're right.

Hey, Mattis.

- Hm?

- Before you worry about us,

you should be thinking more about comforting Lovis.

- Why?

- Lovis has the worst deal.

She'll have to put up with you

and your big stupid mouth forever.

(Borka and his men laugh)

(scoffs softly)

- We should probably all just leave

and let them two go at it.

- Now you listen to me, Mattis.

We couldn't stay in Borka's Woods for any longer.

The governor's soldiers are there

swarming around like flies.

I had to take my wife and my child and my men

and find a new safe home for them all.

- You miserable thief, how dare you

come and live here without asking me.

You are utterly shameless, huh?

- So you accuse me of being a thief, then?

Well, that's very rich.

You, all your robber life, you have taken everything

you've ever wanted without asking.

- Huh?

Have you taken things without asking?

(grunts nervously)

- Well, it's complicated, we'll talk later.

Anyway, how on Earth did you get in here?

- Why, what's it to you?

- I'd like to know so I can throw

you sneaky little thieves out the way you came in.

- You won't be able to throw us out.

You want to know how we got in?

See my boy here...

Birk Borkason?

He will be a robber chief, just like me.

Oh yes, he's going places in this world.

Mostly, up.

(uptempo music)

(gasps)

(whistles)

Right, you bobs, let's go.

(all shout in unison)

(wind whistles)

So now you see?

(growls)

(snickers)

(growls softly)

- You are lying,

there is no such entrance on the north side.

- You've lived here your whole life

but you'd still get lost, or you remember nothing.

We were even close friends, or did you forget that as well?

- Huh?

- When we were kids, where was the pig sty, eh?

- The pig sty?

Uh... (gasps)

- [Borka] Way back then, I hadn't realized

that you and I were in different clans.

- [Mattis] I didn't know, either.

I used to invite you to our castle.

- [Borka] To think I was actually friends with you.

(door squeaks softly)

- Hey, there's a small one.

He went that way.

- He's getting away! - Where did it go?

(gasps)

- Father?

(Borka whimpers)

- Ah.

- So your father took me outside and he beat me.

He showed me absolutely no mercy that day.

- Of course, if he stumbled across any of you

sly Borka foxes, he showed you no mercy.

My father was a great man who taught me all I know today.

- Now you listen to me, my dear old friend.

Your so-called great man of a father

taught me a very valuable lesson.

That you will be my enemy always.

- In that case, you have two choices.

Poor Undis can read my poem of your sad demise,

or, if you can't handle a fight,

you can get out of here straight away!

One or the other!

- (scoffs) Neither is gonna happen.

This is Borka's Keep, we've made a home here,

and we have no intention of leaving.

(echoing)

- (growling) Ready, then?

- [Together] Ready!

(Mattis' men growl)

(Borka's men growl)

- Borka, you must see that you can't fight them way up here.

- Why not?

- What do you really think's gonna happen?

You'll all fall down into that pit.

- You really want to do this right now?

- Lovis, what choice do I have?

- Well, you could pick a better place and time.

- And I for one don't want to have to clean up

after all of this.

(Borka grumbles)

(grumbles)

(grumbles)

(grumbles)

- Listen, I'm in no mood for this today.

You may go.

You're a foolish, wild bull,

but this fort is mine, and one day,

I'll throw you over the edge!

- I look forward to that, but if I am a bull,

then you'd better watch out for my sharp bull horns,

as I will use them on you, and drag you down with me.

(all laugh)

(laughs maniacally)

(rooster crows)

- Hey, Father?

Father, what did Borka mean you take without asking?

Hm?

Hm.

Hmpf.

- And I suppose that wild bull

that you grabbed by the horns today,

made a crashing noise. (howls comically)

Something like that?

Hey? (laughing)

I imagine you could hear the noise rumbling everywhere, huh?

- Eat your porridge.

That is, if you can even chew it.

You don't know, so please,

don't say one more word about it, all right, old man?

(old man chortles)

(sighs)

(birds caw)

(grunts angrily)

(grunts angrily)

(birds squawk)

(sighs)

(idyllic music)

(shouts)

(laughs)

- It's just like swimming in ice.

(shivers)

Times like these, you've gotta

move around a lot to keep warm.

(laughs triumphantly)

- [Birk] Hey, robber's daughter.

(growls)

(chuckles)

- [Narrator] Ronja looked up at Birk and thought,

I can no longer live in peace, not in my own fort,

and not even in my own beautiful forest.

Her anger welled up inside.

Next time, on "Ronja the Robber's Daughter."

"Song in the Mist."

Don't miss it.

(idyllic music)