Through forest and field we go—
Then trip it, trip it, trip it, trip it,
Over the sparkling snow;
Then trip it, trip it, trip it, trip it,
Over the sparkling snow!
[The Queen seats herself upon the mound as a throne, while the rest group themselves about her. Crystal, Pearl, and several others step to left, looking off intently, as though something attracted their notice.]
Queen.
What see you, loyal subjects? Speak, I pray!
Crystal. [Returning and bowing before the Queen.]
Your Majesty, two mortals come this way!