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(whimsical music)

* 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 cool of spring

* Gives me strength and courage to know

* I will make it through

* Whatever life throws at me

(inspirational music)

* Summer's sweet scent autumn's whisper

* Winter stings with the cold

* When trouble comes rolling in like thunder

* It keeps me full

* Feel me cool

* I got the spring in my heart

* When seasons change I'll change with them

* And I know I can weather the storm *

(acoustic guitar)

- [Birk] Come on, it's time to get you out of here.

- [Narrator] Ronja almost froze to death whilst stuck

in the snow.

She was lucky to be rescued by Birk.

Together, they made a promise to become brother and sister.

But the morning after her ordeal,

she could barely get up.

Never before had Ronja been ill.

(soft violins and flute)

(fireplace crackling)

(exhales)

(moans softly)

- Ronja, you're never ill.

(sighs)

What's wrong with you Ronja?

Talk to me!

(gasps)

She's burning up. Tell me, what should I do?

(weeping)

(chuckles)

(screams loudly) (crowd gasp)

From the very first moment I held her in my arms,

I knew that one day this would happen.

(crowd gasps)

My daughter, my child...

she's going to die.

Not now!

(screams loudly)

- [Noodle pete] Here we go.

(screams loudly)

(crowd shouting)

- Stop it, Mattis!

- Calm down, you're going to frighten Ronja!

- Huh?

- Eh?

(upbeat acoustic guitar)

(flute music)

- When you're not very well it's important to keep warm

and take care.

And you are very ill, my little flower.

- No, I'm not, don't be silly, Mattis.

It's nothing, I'll get better.

After all,

it could have been much, much worse.

(pants heavily)

- Ronja!

(sobs)

(acoustic band music)

(gasps)

My Ronja, my little dove.

She weeps because she is to part from us

at such a tender young age!

Don't cry, good girl.

Just try to think about tomorrow.

(crowd weeps)

- Nobody cries for me, and I get far more ill.

(jovial band music)

- Lovis!

Lovis!

(heavy panting)

Lovis!

(sheep whining)

(grunts and sobs)

With our beautiful daughter's life hanging by a thread,

it's Lovis's duty as a mother to be with her!

(whines loudly)

(sheep whining)

Why aren't you with your sick daughter?

Huh?

- My daughter is sick?

First I've heard of it.

As soon as I've fed the sheep.

- I'll feed the sheep!

You go to her!

If it's not too late and she's still alive!

(sobs)

- Hmm.

(door creaks)

- Ronja, don't go dying on me yet,

not before you've seen your mother's face one last time.

(sheep bleating)

(fire crackles)

(Ronja moans)

(gasps softly)

- Hmm?

(soft moan)

(soft music)

- [Narrator] Ronja spent three whole days in bed.

Three whole days and nights.

It gave her plenty of time to think, and not surprisingly,

she became a much more thoughtful person.

(moans softly)

- Birk, brother mine.

- [Mattis] Ronja!

(gasps)

My little dove, here's some porridge.

- Oh, I've never lied to Mattis before,

but I could never tell him that Borka's son

is my brother now, no.

If I ever I told him that, it would be like,

hitting him over the head with a sledgehammer,

only much worse.

(soft music)

(gasps)

I must keep it secret.

Otherwise Mattis would be even more heartbroken and upset.

He'd tear the fort down.

(soft keyboard)

But why does Mattis have to be like that?

He's so angry.

No matter whether he's happy or sad,

it's always the same.

He's full of rage.

And so much fury, it's enough for our whole clan!

(snoring)

(mouth smacks)

(snoring)

(soft serene music)

I want to see Birk.

I want to be with my new brother.

Even if it means I have to steal away to do it.

(soft serene music)

(wind blowing)

- Ronja!

You're alive!

Seeing you this well again, I couldn't be happier.

Ronja, are you sure you're all right?

- Oh, nothing wrong with me.

I feel very well.

- Great!

(laughs hysterically)

(loud wind blowing)

- With all this snow covering everything,

I'll never get away to the forest.

And I've had just about enough of them for a while.

(sighs)

So this is how it feels when I'm not able to see him.

It's as if there were a thousand miles between us.

Because of snow!

(angry grunting)

(whimsical music)

(men grunting)

- Sturkas and I fetched the water yesterday!

- Which means it's someone else's turn

today!

- Ow!

- No, it's not!

I think you suggested drawing straws for it anyway,

and you lost!

That was the point of drawing straws in the first place!

- We've been the last two days in a row

and it's not our turn again!

Lill-Klippen, aren't you forgetting a little something

called human kindness?

- I'm against drawing straws!

Any of you gone to collect the water twenty times

this winter, huh?

Thought so!

If I go any more, I'll freeze to death!

- Who cares?!

If you draw the short straw, then it's your turn!

- Okay then, let's settle this with a fight!

- You're in trouble.

- I'm ready!

(grunting and shouting)

- Breakfast is barely over, already you're behaving

like naughty children!

You're all as idle as a herd of fat oxen.

If you're not out robbing, you better make yourselves

useful around here!

(moaning)

Fjosok, Sturkas!

If you won't fetch water, you can shovel snow.

(gasping for air)

Start by clearing every single roof and pathway in the fort.

Klippen and Tjorm, you take the hay into the stables.

Knotas, bring some firewood to the kitchen.

Pelje, go and check on the goats.

See if the small one is eating again.

Hmm.

Huh.

(strong wind blows)

(loud shoveling)

- [Sturkas] I'm never drawing straws again!

(fire crackling)

- Ronja, it's your turn again.

- Huh?

- Hmm.

(mumbles)

Looks like I lose again.

And it appears that you have a real talent for gambling,

young lady!

(chuckles)

Hey?

I know, how about we play a little Murktrolls' Nose next?

(chuckles)

(sighs)

But first, perhaps I should go and relieve myself.

Being old means I have to go as often as a Harpy shrieks.

Did I say that out loud?

No, hang on, I've gotta go.

Oh, I've really gotta go, oooh!

- There's only so much dice you can play.

(soft footsteps)

(strong wind blowing)

If I can't go over it, maybe I can go under.

(gasps)

Hmm!

(strong wind blows)

(soft footsteps)

(wind blows in the background)

(door creaks)

(gasps loudly)

(jazzy music)

- Noddle-Pete told me this is where they kept prisoners in

the olden days, down here in the dark.

Never seeing daylight.

Locked up until they died.

(shivers)

(jazzy music)

- These dungeons are under Hell's Gap.

On the stormy night when you were born,

the whole place was split in two,

with rocks and rubble covering the whole area.

And so the entire passageway was cut in half.

And this is as far as you can safely go.

- As far as you can safely go.

(jazzy music)

But on the other side, the passage way,

it must carry on.

I will get to the other side.

All this rock and rubble can't stop me.

Birk's there, and I will get to him.

(loud shoveling)

- Anyone?

Anyone seen Ronja recently?

I wonder what she's been doing with herself.

- That child is impulsive and comes and goes as she likes.

- I bet she's shoveling snow with the rest (chuckles).

- Hmm.

(inspirational music)

(grunting)

(whimsical horn)

(grunting)

(pants softly)

(light flutes)

- If I see Birk again, we'll be able to talk.

And then I will find out if he really is my brother

as he promised in the snowstorm,

when he called me his sister.

(jovial music)

(breathing and grunting)

(crowd laughing and chatting)

(beating drums)

(crowd laughing and shouting)

- From now on,

so long as I'm alive,

never again am I going to move any stones,

big or small.

(light orchestral)

(stones rustling)

(light grunting)

(light grunting)

(grunting)

Ah!

Come on, why won't you move!

Oh Birk, it seemed like such a good idea!

(light orchestral)

(rocks pouring)

- [Narrator] Day after day, bit by bit,

Ronja continued to haul the rocks away.

And then...

(soft wind blow)

(distant rustling)

(distant footsteps)

Finally a breakthrough,

but Ronja knew that she was on dangerous ground.

All the same, she couldn't stop herself from wanting

to reach Birk.

She longed to see the boy she called Brother.

(banjo music)

Next time on Ronja, the Robber's Daughter.

(banjo music)

The Whistler Underground.

Don't miss it.

(lighthearted music)