Sanderson tells a romantic tale of the daughter of Father Frost and Mother Spring. The Snow Princess can call snow at will, but her parents remind her that she must never open her heart to falling in love. She goes off to see the world—the forests, the animals, and most of all, the people. When it’s time for the winter fair, she’s enchanted by the dancing, singing, and merriment, and touched by the attention of one Sergei. Although she runs away, and a great snowstorm comes up, her heart is full of him. She finds Sergei, lost in the melting snow, and her heart melts, too. It is easy to underestimate the power of Sanderson’s exquisite oil paintings, with their glowing textures and near-perfect detail. Most of the full-page, full-bleed illustrations are done in every shade and tonality of blue, from ice to midnight, and she uses the washed gold of winter sunlight to pick out other effects. The page spread of the Snow Princess in her snowflake-studded, ermine-trimmed cloak, her dark hair afloat, with her hand resting on a striding polar bear, will make little girls in particular swoon. (Picture book. 4-8)
