- Your Highness...
There was a time, not very long ago,
when we lived in an enchanted world
of elegant palaces and grand parties.
The year was 1916
and my son Nicholas
was the Czar of Imperial Russia.
-Hello, darling!
We were celebrating the three hundredth anniversary of our family's rule—
-Oh, Papa!
And, that night, no star burned brighter
than that of our sweet Anastasia,
my youngest granddaughter.
She begged me not to return to Paris,
so I had a very special gift made for her
to make the separation easier for both of us.
For me? Is it a jewellery box?
-Dimitri! You belong in the kitchen!
-Look.
It plays our lullaby.
-You can play it at night before you go to sleep and pretend that it's me singing.
On the wind
'Cross the sea
Hear this song and remember—
~Soon you'll be home with me
Once upon a December
-Read what it says.
"Together in Paris."
Really? Oh, Grandmama! Mmm!
But we would never be together in Paris,
for a dark shadow had descended
upon the house of the Romanovs.
His name was Rasputin.
We thought he was a holy man,
but he was a fraud,
power-mad and dangerous.
-How dare you return to the palace?
-But I am your confidant.
-Confidant? Hah! You are a traitor. Get out!
-You think you can banish the great Rasputin? By the unholy powers vested in me, I banish you with a curse.
Mark my words.
You and your family will die within the fortnight.
I will not rest until I see the end
of the Romanov line for ever!
Consumed by his hatred for Nicholas and his family, Rasputin sold his soul for the power to destroy them.
-Go. Fulfill your dark purpose and seal the fate of the Czar and his family once and for all.
From that moment on, the spark
of unhappiness in our country
was fanned into a flame
that would soon destroy our lives for ever.
- Help! Help!
- Hurry, children!
My music box!
- Anastasia! Come back! Come back!
Anastasia...Ah! Please, hurry.
- Come this way. Out the servants' quarters.
- Hurry, Anastasia!
- Rasputin, she's getting away!
My music box!
- Go! Go!
Comrades, in here! Where are they, boy?
Grandmama...!
- Keep up with me, darling.
Aaah!
- Rasputin!
Let me go. Please!
-You'll never escape me, child. Never! Aah—haaah!
Let me go!
-Bartok!
-Master!—Uh!
-Anastasia, hurry. Hurry. Oh!
