When the sea king began to sing, all sorrow and pain vanished, and all joy as well, for everything was forgotten. She forgot her father’s love and the memory of her mother. She forgot that she had grown up on earth and had once looked up at the sky. She forgot the summer roses in the castle gardens and she forgot the snowflakes of winter, the incense in the church, and the candles on the altar. The only thing she remembered was the sea king, and she longed for nothing else but to be at his side for the rest of her life and to hear him playing.
Agneta and the Sea King
told by Helena Nyblom; illustrated by John Bauer