It was a typical snowy day at the tundra, because it always fucking snowed in a cold region. Anyway, the Ice Climbers were involved in another stupid fanfic nobody ultimately cares about because they were playing around with a snowman... one who was... frosty.
"Christ, why are we always staring in these things?" Popo asked Nana.
"...what the hell are ya talking about?" Nana responded as she was dusting off her pink parka.
"I mean, all these crossovers. Don't you think they have no reason to exist?" Popo suggested as he rubbed the back of his head with his right hand.
"...don't you want to believe there's magic in the air? Magic surrounding us?" Nana replied.
"Magic? What are ya doing, treating it like the Force?' Popo scoffed as he squinted his eyes. "We ain't got time for-"
"Hey! Hey hey!" Piped up a magic snowman who laughed, wearing a black top hat as he towered over Popo. "Why are you so mellow, fellow?"
Popo pooped his pants as he screamed girlishly, with Nana gasping as she held her hands together.
"My goodness... you're a living snowman!" Nana exclaimed as she held hands with the magic snowman. "What's your name, frosty fellow?"
"...Frosty, I like that!" Frosty The Snowman proclaimed as he laughed, dancing about in the snow with an equally overjoyed Nana, who giggled alongside Frosty's laughter as Popo was running across the glacier, screaming in horror as he didn't stop in his tracks.