The Snow Queen · The Original Fairy Tale · 3 Hour Sleep Story to Fall Asleep
The Sleeping Almanac: Sleep Stories for Adults from Myth and Fairy TaleShow Notes
The voice you hear is the creator's own. He cloned it from recordings of his own voice, so every story is told in his voice. If you enjoy falling asleep to it, follow the show so each new story arrives on its own, and leave a rating on Apple Podcasts so other people can find it. Subscribing on YouTube helps the show grow, even if you only listen here: youtube.com/@TheSleepingAlmanac The Sleeping Almanac is also a shelf of books, bedtime stories to read and mythology coloring books: gildenmyth.com/books A slow, calm 3 hour fairy tale sleep story to help you fall asleep and stay asleep. Tonight the storyteller opens the old book to The Snow Queen, Andersen's long winter tale of 1844. A troll's mirror shatters into splinters finer than dust, one splinter finds a boy named Kay, and his friend Gerda simply sets out to bring him home. Her road passes roses growing along a roof gutter, a robber girl who lends her own white reindeer, and a wise woman near the top of the world who says the truest thing in the whole story: the girl's own gentle heart is already power enough. The ice palace gives way to patience, not to force, and two friends walk home into summer. Settle in, close your eyes, and let it drift over you. The pacing is slow, the voice is soft, and the music never spikes. There is deep ice in it, but the whole story is about the thaw, and nearly every stranger Gerda meets ends up helping her on her way. There is nothing here to fear. You do not have to watch. You do not have to remember any of it in the morning. Episode 11 of 12 · The Storybook Season Where this sits: Part 11 of 12 in The Storybook Season, one storyteller, one lantern, and one complete famous tale each night, each told from its original source. Tonight, the long walk north, and the thaw at the end of it. Every episode stands on its own, and any night is a fine night to begin. Chapters: 0:00 Welcome 3:32 The Mirror of the Trolls 8:35 The Roses on the Roof Gutter 15:17 The White Sledge 24:56 The River and the Cherry Garden 38:44 The Crow Who Knew a Princess 48:28 The Prince and the Princess 57:38 The Little Robber Girl 1:10:41 The Lapland Woman and the Finland Woman 1:21:08 The Word Made of Ice 1:29:59 The Road Home Runs Through Spring 1:36:32 The Roses in Bloom 1:43:19 Goodnight. And the Lamp at the Edge of Morning Watch the illustrated version on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@TheSleepingAlmanac New episodes every Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday. 🕯 Sleep stories from history, Kingdoms at Dusk: https://kingdomsatdusk.com 📜 All our worlds: https://gildenmyth.com 🕊 Goddess sleep meditations, The Tender Hour: https://www.youtube.com/@TheTenderHourChannel 🌙 Join the almanac, first looks and the occasional quiet letter: https://gildenmyth.com This show uses AI tools (research, narration, visuals) under human editorial direction. Every episode is reviewed before release.
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