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* 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 call of spring

* Gives me strength

* And courage to know

* I will make it through

* Whatever life throws at me

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* 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 with spring in my heart

* When seasons change

* I'll change with them

* And I know I can weather the storm *

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(grunting)

- Why, you!

(arrow thwacks)

- (Narrator) Days turned into weeks

as Mattis and his men tried to chase

Borka and his robbers from the north side of the fort.

The autumn woods fell silent

as the weather changed and winter arrived.

No robbers, and not a sign of Birk,

no matter how hard Ronja looked.

(breathing heavily)

(footsteps thudding)

- Good morning, Turre.

Wow!

More beautiful than I could have imagined.

An ice forest. (gasps)

(sneezes)

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(Tjegge sneezes)

(robbers grunting)

- Look at your face.

You'd think you were digging a grave.

- That's right, a grave for you, old man.

Ready for it?

(laughing)

(exclaims)

(cackles)

- Stop lying about. There's too much work to do.

- I know.

But thank you for the reminder.

And remind me to get you back later.

- All we have to eat are pickled vegetables and salted meat.

It's so cold, we can barely even do our robbing jobs.

Day after day, all there is to do is shovel snow.

(sighs heavily)

(sighs heavily)

(Noddle-Pete sighs mockingly)

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- It looks good.

You should be able to wear this for a while.

(Ronja laughs)

- Wonderful!

I love them!

- Take good care of them.

- I will, I promise.

(Ronja laughing)

- (Ronja) Everyone!

Isn't the snow wonderful?

- (Pelje) Ronja!

(Pelje grunts)

- (snow thuds) - (Ronja exclaims)

(Pelje laughs)

(whistles)

- Hey, Pelje, come down here.

(Pelje laughs)

- It'll take more than that to knock me down.

- All right. (grunts)

(Pelje exclaims)

(Pelje screams)

- Pelje!

(Pelje giggles)

- (Ronja sighs in relief) - (Pelje sneezes)

(laughing)

(robbers laughing and grunting)

(laughing)

(exclaims)

- Yes! - You can't get me.

(laughing)

- Oh, leave me alone. (exclaims)

(laughing)

(Tjorm growls)

(Tjorm grunting)

- Ha.

(Tjorm exclaims in fear)

- I asked you to clear away the snow,

not throw it all over the place.

(Noddle-Pete snickers)

(Lovis grunts)

(snow crunching)

(Sturkas grunting)

- I always draw the short straw.

- Oh yeah?

And who do you think's shoveling snow to make you a path?

Ugh, there is no job worse than this.

And how hard can it be

for you, with your nice warm coat of pudgy fat,

to fetch some water?

- Pudgy fat?

Should I ever die like a dog buried in the snow,

then I'll appear by your bed as a ghost and haunt you.

- Tjorm as a ghost, eh?

(laughs) You wouldn't dare.

You'd be too afraid of yourself.

Boo! Ah! (laughs)

- Oh yeah?

Just you see, I'm going to haunt you!

I will!

- (Sturkas) Ah, do as you wish.

- (Tjorm) I'll haunt you tonight.

- (Sturkas) Shut up, you're not even dead.

Yet.

- (Mattis) Ronja!

Up here!

- (Ronja) What are you doing there?

- Come up here.

- Okay, be right there.

(Ronja laughs)

(wood clunking)

- Where did I put them?

- What are you looking for?

- You'll be cleaning up that mess, not me.

Mattis, you better listen to what I'm telling you.

(Mattis groans)

- Ah, here they are!

I used to ski with these when I was your age.

(Ronja exclaims in delight)

(Ronja grunts)

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(Ronja exclaims)

(Ronja screams)

(snow crunching)

(Ronja laughs)

(Ronja exclaims)

(Ronja laughs)

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(robbers sigh)

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- Ronja, how's it going?

- Great. Really well.

(snow crunching)

- (Ronja) Clear that snow.

(Ronja exclaims gleefully)

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(Jutis sneezes)

(snow crunching)

(Joen grunts)

- I'm not sure I should've given Ronja those skis.

I really hope that she's all right.

If something's happened to her, I couldn't stand it.

- Will you please stop moaning?

That child knows what she's doing

and can take better care of herself than any robber.

(Mattis sighs)

How often do I have to tell you

she'll be just fine?

(Noddle-Pete snickers)

(Mattis grunts)

- (Ronja) I'm off now.

- You be careful.

- (Narrator) It didn't sound like a warning,

just something you say.

She could take care of herself, or so she thought,

but later, something happened,

and it was just as well that Mattis didn't know.

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(Ronja exclaims excitedly)

(Ronja laughs)

(Ronja grunts)

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(panting)

- Surely there's a little more time in the day.

The last one is gonna be the best.

(Ronja grunting)

(screams excitedly)

(Ronja grunts)

(Ronja laughs)

Come on. (grunts)

Oh, no.

(grunting)

(Rumphobs mumbling)

- Hey, Rumphobs aren't you?

I am so relieved you're not a pack of those Gray Dwarfs.

They are nasty.

And maybe you could help me.

After all, Rumphobs are friendly and peaceful, right?

Silly, really, but I've got my leg caught.

(Father Rumphobs grunting)

Huh?

- Woffor, did un want to do that?

- (Sister and Uncle Rumphob) Did un want to do that?

- Broke our roof, woffor did un do it.

- Did I? (gasps)

(branches creaking)

- Woffor did un broke our roof?

- Look, I didn't mean to.

My leg, it won't move.

Please, help me get my leg out of this hole.

(Father Rumphob sighs)

- Why has woffor gone and stuck in our roof?

- (Sister and Uncle Rumphob) Did un gone an' do it?

- I'm sorry about your roof.

Help me free my leg, and I'll go back home.

Please?

(gasps)

No, please wait.

Don't leave!

(grunting)

(breathing heavily)

(grunting)

(Rumphobs mumbling)

- (Kid Rumphob) Missy, missy, oh, oh.

- (Father Rumphob) See un's cradle.

- (Uncle Rumphob) It's too small.

- Oh my, he hang good there.

- Sees un cradle.

Nasty ol' foot.

- (Kid Rumphob) Missy, missy.

- We mun have nasty ol' foot in roof.

(grunting)

- (Kid Rumphob) She goes, she swing, swing.

She go, she do go.

- (Rumphobs) She do go.

She swing, she swing, she go.

(grunting)

- (Uncle Rumphob) Do go, she go.

- (Kid Rumphob) The cradle, the swing rockin' fine.

The swing rockin' fine. The cradle rockin' fine.

- Lil' baby, he be rockin' just fine.

- She go, she swing.

(breathing heavily)

- (Narrator) Ronja knew the most important thing

in Mattis's Forest: never let yourself be frightened.

But right then, that seemed impossible.

She was afraid.

Afraid that she couldn't free herself.

Afraid that she would freeze to death this very night.

Afraid she would never see her family again.

- Oh, that sky.

Looks like snow.

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- (Narrator) Next time on "Ronja, the Robber's Daughter."

"The Vow to be Brother and Sister."

Don't miss it.

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