'The snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a footprint to be seen. A kingdom of isolation, and it looks like I'm the queen. The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside. Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I tried. Don't let them in, don't let them see - be the good girl you always have to be. Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know! Well now they know!'
Mary smiled.
'Let it go! Let it go! Can't hold it back anymore! Let it go! Let it go! Turn away and slam the door! I don't care, what they're going to say! Let the storm rage on...the cold never bothered me anyway. Thank you! Thank you!' Mary cried, bowing as the boys mimed throwing flowers at her.
'Bravo! Very well done Mary! Let's see if I can beat that performance.' Dickon said, rising to take the microphone from Mary's hand.
'Hang on, hang on!' Colin exclaimed, jumping to his feet and snatching the microphone from Mary's hand. 'I think we've had enough karaoke for one day. Besides, if I hear anymore singing to cheesy songs from even cheesier movies, I think I might go mad!'
Dickon collapsed on a beanbag. 'How dare you insult Elsa!' he exclaimed, clutching his heart in mock horror.
Colin pulled Dickon up. 'Come on! Let's go to the gard - Chipotle!' Colin was interrupted as Mrs Sowerbery bustled in.
'Chipotle? Kids these days, junk food is their life. You know, when I was your age...'
'Mum, mum, mum. We've heard all about the good old days, and we don't need to hear anymore.' Dickon said, nudging his mum out of the playroom. 'Now, vamos!'
