I don't own Frozen or Oedipus Rex (is that even copyright?). If you liked this, check out my other "Let It Go" parody, fangirl-style.

The fire glows bright on the altar tonight—
Many priests can there be seen.
A kingdom of dead and dying,
And it looks like I'm the queen.

The prophet's howling like this swirling storm inside;
Couldn't shut him up, heaven knows you tried!

(Don't let them in, don't let them see.
Be the good wife you always have to be.
Conceal, don't feel, don't let him know . . .
Well, now he knows!)

Let it go, let it go!
Can't hold it back anymore.
Let it go, let it go—
Turn away and slam the door!

I don't care
What he's going to say.
Let the seer rant on;
My son's fate never bothered me anyway!

(It's funny how some distance
Made prophecies seem small,
But the fears that once I beat down
Now have me in their thrall!

It's time to see what I can do
To calm the waters, not break through.
No right, no wrong, no fate for me—I'm free!)

Let it go, let it go!
You're no son of the king and I.
Let it go, let it go!
(He'll never see me cry!)

Here we stand
And here we'll stay.
Let the seer rant on!

Then questions flurry through the air—oh, awful sound!
My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around,
But one thought crystallizes like an icy blast:
We're never going back.
The gods have won at last!

Let it go, let it go,
And I'll die before break of dawn.
Let it go, let it go,
That perfect queen is gone!

Here I stand
In the light of day.
Let the truth rage on;
A noose never bothered me anyway!