Disney on Ice The cold doesn't bother her anyway.
By Jennifer Davis-Lamm
The minute we turned onto Field Street on our way to the American Airlines Center for Disney On Ice: Frozen, I knew I was in trouble. My four-year-old, who had been told only that she was going to get to stay out past bedtime for a surprise, suddenly rocketed forward in her car seat: "MOM! LOOK! They're all in Elsa dresses!" And indeed, hordes of small children were walking down the street in aqua-blue polyester gowns--one of which hangs in my daughter's room, 15 miles away and decidedly not on her body.
I catch myself feeling kinda bad about this oversight. Despite the fact that repeated viewings of Frozen incite me to fantasize about installing a flux capacitor in my mommy SUV and heading to a time when Arendelle was just a glimmer in a Disney exec's eye, I've come to accept Anna and Elsa as frequent interlopers into our household. I've also been suckered into more merch than I care to admit.
Luckily, my kiddo has gamely decided that the lack of an Elsa dress is not going to hamper her evening...particularly since the entire arena is filled, packed, and brimming with all the Frozen goods you could ever conceive of. We explain that she will be allowed to pick out one souvenir from the evening, and her head swims with possibilities as we find our seats--which were graciously comped by the local company promoting the event.More »