"Oh, Sven, this is really too much," said Olaf as he sat on the mound of snow that served as his chair. Sven sat on the ground, doglike. The transparent ice table had a snowflake design on it, and the table was set with a bowl of carrots for Sven and blue-icinged cake for Olaf. It was a warm summer day, and Olaf delighted in seeing the green grass at his feet, even though it frosted over thanks to his own personal flurry. A pink flower landed on the center of the table. Sven's smile fell, and he glanced up with dread. Then with a mighty AAA-CHOOO! He shot backwards with the force of his own sneeze. Olaf giggled. The bowl of carrots tipped over, and the snowman straightened it and put the spilled carrots back. Sven sat up. If he didn't have fur, his face would be bright red.
"Maybe we should move somewhere else," Olaf said, picking up the cake. Sven nodded and blinked his eyes, which were already starting to itch. He picked up the bowl of carrots with his antlers and led Olaf to a field instead. The field overlooked the castle. The two ate in awkward silence for a while. Olaf realized he would have to do all the talking, for obvious reasons. He was fine with that; he liked the sound of his own voice.
"So you're allergic to those pink flowers."
Sven nodded.
"How does this 'allergy' thing work? You see, I don't have sinuses, so I wouldn't know. At least, I don't think I have sinuses. Is that what you use to smell with? Because I can smell things just fine."
Sven tilted his head. Then he picked up a flower, shook the pollen out onto his hoof, and pointed from the pollen to his nose. Finally, he faked a sneeze and pretended to rub his eyes.
"So the yellow dust in the flowers makes you sick?"
Sven nodded.
A butterfly landed on Olaf's nose, which fell into the cake. Olaf put the nose back on and inhaled. "This icing smells delicious! Anna has really outdone herself! How are your carrots?"
Sven grinned, revealing orange teeth. Olaf laughed his head off, literally. It bounced and rolled down the hill, followed by a snow cloud. Another snow cloud stayed with his body, which spun around in confusion. Sven's eyes grew wide and he ran after the rolling head. Olaf wasn't nearly as anxious; Sven could hear him say "WHEEE-eee-EEE-eee." His head picked up speed (and grass and dirt) as it went on, and Sven found himself falling behind. Finally, with a leap, he flew over his date's head and landed in front of it, stopping it in its tracks. Olaf giggled, his eyes rolling with dizziness.
"Are we still rolling?" he asked. Sven rolled his eyes and shook his head. Then he picked up Olaf by the nose, resisting the urge to bite down on the carrot. He trotted back up the hill and skidded to a stop. Olaf's body had run off like a… headless chicken. The reindeer rolled his eyes and placed Olaf's head down. Then he raced off to find the goofy snowman's body. It wasn't hard to find; he saw a patch of white running across the bright green grass. Sven caught up easily and guided Olaf's body back to the table. Only to find that his head had rolled away again (WHEEE-eee-EEE-eee!). Sven slapped his forehead with a hoof and took off after Olaf's head, out of breath.
He barely caught up in time, catching Olaf's nose before he fell into the creek and dissolved into the water. Then he bolted up the slope. Olaf was still enjoying the ride. "Thi-i-i-i-s-s-s m-a-a-k-k-e-e-s m-y-y vo-i-i-c-e a-a-ll sha-a-a-ky!" he shouted. This time Sven decided to carry Olaf's head with him while looking for his body. Thankfully, it had not wandered far, and the two halves of Olaf were united.
Sven stopped, panting, while reindeer drool dripped down Olaf's nose. Sven gestured with his antlers at the castle. Olaf laughed.
"I agree. Let's call it a day."