Marshmallow remembered the day Mother had come to him, her hair white as snow. She had seemed even smaller than usual next to him, and as he watched her climb the ice steps he wondered why she took them so slowly.

Mother had explained death to him.

He had stomped and roared. Why was she leaving him? Did she no longer love him?

Only in time had he understood that Mother did not want to go, far more even than he wanted her to stay.

Since that day, many people had left. Some he had even seen leaving.

"Let me be buried in my Grandmother's palace."

"I am the last king of Arendelle. It is my solemn wish that I be laid to rest in the culmination of my line's grandeur, the Ice Palace on the North Mountain."

As he thought, he heard a "thwump" and felt small hands clutching his leg. A boy looked up at him, amazed but unafraid.

"Your name's Marshmallow. They told us about you in school!"

Marshmallow slowly nodded. A group of humans just as small as the boy was approaching, corralled by a harangued looking man. He looked relieved to see the snow giant; most of the bigger humans did.

It was not long before Marshmallow felt the usual prodding and poking at his legs and the small voices asking to be lifted up on his shoulders. Initially such things had baffled him; his first memories were of people afraid of him, but these small humans seemed to delight in his presence.

"Children", they were called. He liked them. Yes, they came and went, but there were always more, and they were always glad to see him. Mother's children had come long ago, then the children of her children, and on and on until finally whole armies of Arendelle's children showed up every day, wanting to see his home.

He lifted up a girl to his shoulders. He made his slow, jagged smile as she giggled sitting atop him, making the usual observations of how small everyone else seemed.

He hoped Mother knew he was happy.