Once Upon a December - Ethereal Remix

Halloween is coming...

I was so happy when I found this song, it was surprisingly smooth to edit to this effect, others I had to tweak more to find that sweet spot ethereal vibe.

The art was made in 30 mins, for a facebook page challenge called Daily Spitpaint.

The original song is Once Upon a December by Emile Pandolfi

My art IG: @akrishnaart

[sweetpotatobabie]

the fact that people in the comments dont know anastasia and are understanding perfectly what its about based on this song specifically is like the greatest example of what music is and what it does for people

[dntknonuttin]

This sounds like the more realistic and sad story of Anastasia where, she actually you know, died with her family.... and she's a ghost just dancing to the music..

[aviezerscop]

I love how everyone in the comments doesn't know Anastasia yet is imagining it almost perfectly.

[mariejpc]

Pov: You used to work for the Romanovs family, you go to the castle years after the tragic, this song starts to sound in your head while you remember all your moments with Anastasia and her silbings, you remember all those happy moments, and now they are gone. Suddenly, In the dance room, you imagine Zar Nicolas dancing with his daugthers, you feel melancholic about it, then you start to play the song in that old piano with tears in your eyes.

[emmasworld]

WITH THESE REMIXES I DONT KNOW IF THEYRE SOOTHING OR EXTREMELY UNSETTLING

[hdd]

_Death stops everything. Stops family, desires, and happiness. But what death cannot touch is the love from that person and the memory. Those pass on to the next generation and continues to live on through them. Death is not the end, for it is merely the continuation of a journey...from Once Upon a December._

[rainn_]

_Even though we will never meet on that moment ever again, I will still remember this dance, the only moment where I was alive._

[emma-gknp]

This makes me think of an old woman, the last of a noble line and the dwindling remenants of a bygone era that is both so desperately far away and immediatly close. She escapes the lonely dread that slowly encroaches by remembering the youth and the beauty and grandure she'd witnessed. Her carer finds her sitting peacfully in the old ball room with a dusty record player echoing its last notes in the once resplendant room.

[muttthingy]

every time I hear this I think of that sad animatic of that girl who keeps dreaming of a handsom man in beautiful places but he turns out to be Death and it was just very sad and I cried.

[grace]

Ah. There it is. The musical form of my daily existential crisis

[justina]

One of the greatest piece in the movie.... So melancholic

[anastasijalukanovska]

Fun fact. My cousins and sister wanted to name me after a princess, more specifically aurora or ariel and my parents wanted to make their wish come true, byt also didn't want my name to be ariel or aurora. My grandfather actually saved the day by saying I could be named after Anastasia, the Princess in the movie. My sister and cousins didn't know the movie so they watched it and than agreed to name me that. And that's the story of how I got my name (Anastasija). Thank you for reading

[thatoneflowergirl]

She walked through the ruins, like she had so many times before. She heard the echoes of the cheers as the dancers took their final bow. The smiles on all of their faces on the opening night. A standing ovation. She could feel the eyes on her as she closed her own, calling upon a vision. She was the star, she was the one they had come to see. She took her partners hand into the air and they bowed again, the audience so loud she barely heard them. The curtains closed as they waved, her heart higher than the sky.

She looked at her partner on the stage, her now partner in life too. He took her off stage with all the others, shaking hands, patting each other’s back. They all made their way to their dressing rooms. Before she entered her own, her love put his hand on her waist and pulled her close. She looked into his eyes, smiling. They shared a loving, soft kiss. She felt it on her lips. She actually felt it, her white dress swishing at her bare feet as she wandered the ruins. She embraced the vision, allowing it to become her reality. She was in front of the mirror, wearing her white dress. She was removing the make up and the jewellery. Her head was aching from the sounds of the music and the spectators still. She remembered those precious moments, the ones of temporary yet eternal glory.

And then her lungs burned. Her senses were jolted to her delusioned reality. Yet she did not try to escape it. She jumped up towards the door, restraining the urge to cough. She opened the door, only to be met with a hungry flame that engulfed the floor. She barely had time to scream for help, to her love, her friends, the stage crew, before the smoke and embers became too much, and she collapsed into the fire.

She snapped back to the true world. She looked around the auditorium, now completely black. The red and gold seats now melted into ash. Everything was gone. The fame, the glory, the audience, the people, her love. All gone. She put a hand up to her face to touch the burn that was etched across it. It was all the proof that she was once a star, once cherished in a world unlike the one now. Even know, she wondered what part of her had died in that fire. What parts had lived? Had she lived? Or had she met the same fate as so many other young candles that were consumed by the ever brighter fire? She could only wander round, too alive to die, too dead to live. Wander until the answer came to her. And when would that be? Ten years, fifty years, a hundred? She couldn’t say. All she could do was wander. Wander, wonder, relive and remember.

[AlssyaMacki]

Parts of this sound ( especially around 1:35 ) almost like they should be in a really good ghost/psychological movie trailer, like maybe a movie about a girl who keeps being drawn to this old manor/palace, and having dreams she used to live there. She eventually goes in and she sees ghosts and echoes of the past, and she doesn't know if it's real or all in her head. Ooooh, this edit is just awesome, you did fantastic.

[zahwachairunisa]

The fact that Anastasia's remnants already have been found with her parents, Olga and Tatiana hurts me.

[lxn]

Everyone talking about the film.
But this reminds me to the tragical true end she suffered with her family.
Yisus.

[ally]

this song gives me the weirdest feeling

it feels like i went into an abandoned cathedral and got teleported back in time

[seed]

it feels like Anastasia's dancing to the song of time and history; less like dancing around freely, but more like dancing because she has nothing else to do—her story's lost to the millions of inked interpretations and cinematic speculations that history imposed on her, and she's just dancing around in its pages because she can't write for her own anymore.

[mothintofllame]

“There’s this moment, when you’re sure you’re about to die, and then…you’re born. It’s terrifying. Right now, I’m a stranger to myself. There’s echos of who I was and a sort of call towards who I am. And I have to hold my nerve and trust all these new instincts, shape myself towards them.”

[absolutebuffoon]

2 almost 3 am and this makes me want to break out the watercolors