Olaf waddled across the causeway, stopping to watch birds fly, look at pretty rocks, and lean over the guardrail to see how far away the water was. When he noticed people staring at him, he waved back and introduced himself. The adults hurried away, pulling their children with them.

The marketplace, in Olaf's eyes, was huge. He stopped to gasp "wow" before he scurried in and started looking around. He stopped in front of wooden boxes filled with small red and yellow fruit. He put out his carrot nose and sniffed hard. They smelled sharp and sweetly sour. He exhaled in delight. "Smells like summer!"

"You're the queen's snowman, aren't you? I saw you at the ice skating party," said the woman standing by the fruit boxes. "I'm Flora."

"Hi! I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs!" Olaf hugged Flora's leg. "Do you like ice skating? That was the best day of my life! What are those?"

Flora chuckled at him. "Raspberries, red and golden. They might be the only raspberries left in Arendelle. Want to try them?"

"Oh! Can I? Can I have yellow? That's my favorite color."

Flora held out a handful of golden raspberries. Olaf took a couple tries with his twig fingers to pick up something that small, but he got it into his mouth.

"They taste like summer! I love summer!" Olaf ate another one.

"Are you here alone?" Flora asked him.

"No, I'm finding Kristoff. Kristoff!" Olaf toddled off to look for him.

Flora tugged him back. "He's gone with the rest of the ice harvesters. See that shed? That's where the ice men sell blocks, next to the fish. But no one's there."

"Oh."

"You shouldn't be here alone," Flora warned him.

"I'll go home as soon as I see everything," Olaf promised.

Flora was distracted by customers, or she might have insisted Olaf go home.

Olaf wandered over to the ice shed first, which was empty. He made his way slowly past the fish. The man sitting there glared at him, so Olaf did not offer him a warm hug. Then there was an empty corral that smelled like animals, displays of scarves and belts, and then more people selling food. He recognized most of it, but was puzzled by a man selling dirt clods. Olaf toddled up to see if they were special dirt clods.

"Get away!"

"Can I look at the dirt?" Olaf asked.

The big man picked up a dirt clod and threw it at Olaf. It hit him, knocking off his foot snowball. Olaf reattached it and scurried off. The man threw another dirt clod at him, yelling that they didn't need unnatural freaks around and if he knew what was good for him he'd go back to the mountains and take the queen with him.

Olaf didn't understand all the words, but the tone was enough to set him running for his life, his face a mask of terror. He ended up in a cobblestone street, with buildings so close-packed he couldn't see mountains or harbor to get his bearings.

The next instant a hoop rolled by. Olaf forgot about being lost and chased it.

"That's mine! Leave it alone!" a child's voice called. The girl ran past, hitting the hoop with a stick.

Olaf followed her. "Can I play too? How do you play?"

"Get your own hoop!"

Olaf stopped running when the row of buildings ended. Barefoot children played ball in the empty corner.

"Can I play too? How do you play?" Olaf called to them.

"Catch!" one of the children answered.

Olaf caught the ball, but it knocked out his middle snowball. The children gathered around as Olaf reassembled himself.

"You come apart?"

"I'm a snowman. That's how we're made."

Mischievous grins went around the group. "Let's have a snowball fight!"

"Uh," Olaf stammered. If his snowballs got too far apart, he would need help to get back together.

The children converged on Olaf. For the second time that day, he was running for his life. The iron rail fence saved him. His snowballs popped through and fell back together on the other side. Olaf sighed in relief as the children stopped on the other side.

"Come on! There's an alley behind the butcher shop!" one shouted.

They scattered one direction while Olaf went another. He found an old shed, the door hanging crazily askew. He ducked in, looking for a place to hide. Some old boxes and a dusty piece of canvas worked out just fine. Olaf held still as he heard the crowd of children run past. They didn't even pause.

He sighed in relief again, then his snow got goosebumps. From the other side of the canvas, he'd heard someone sniff.