It was cold, and the sting of the air only made it worse. There had never been a storm quite like this before. The funny thing was that once he got to Arandelle, he would be facing a warm summer night. The life of an ice man was that of one season, at least until he went into the normal world.

Sven leaned towards him, his eyes sad. Kristoff could read the reindeer like a book.

"You don't need to worry about me, buddy." Kristoff's breath fogged. "I'm just a little cold. There's no need to worry about me."

Sven frowned, but continued walking.

"Just think of all the money that we're going to make today. I read that the weather has been incredibly hot. Besides, we've faced worse."

He still wasn't convinced.

"Look, buddy, I promise that this is fine. Once we get down there and sell some ice then we'll have a ton of money. We can spend the night at a warm inn, or at least I can. I'm sure they'll have a stable. Maybe you'll get some sugar cubes or carrots."

Sven brightened.

"And we can stop in the markets and buy you a whole bag of them. How does that sound?"

Sven wagged his small tail.

"Hey, we might even get enough to get two bags!"

Sven broke out in a run.

Kristoff chuckled. "Hey, wait up for me, buddy!" He grinned; at this rate, the two would be warm in no time.