As we passed through a snow-covered forest aboard Kjekk, Sherman tapped on me. "Mr. Peabody?"

"Yes, Sherman?"

"Why couldn't we take the WABAC?" asked Sherman.

"Well, first off, it's stuck in the ice." I explained. "Second, if we had taken the WABAC, we still wouldn't know where Elsa is, would we?"

As soon as I spoke, a branch of a nearby tree snapped, startling Kjekk, who reared back, throwing us into the snow and rode back to Arendelle.

"Well, there goes our ride." said Penny.

"Sure wish we could've taken the WABAC." added Sherman.

"Yes, well, WABAC, horse, or neither, we'll just have to continue on..."

As I spoke, Anna grabbed onto a branch of a leaning conifer, trying to pull herself to her feet, but the tree snapped upright and released all its snow on top of us.

"...foot." I concluded.


As we pressed on, Penny kept on ranting. "You just had to take us to a place that is covered in snow."

"Oh, give it a rest." I said. "We'll get to the bottom of this soon enough."

"Mr. Peabody, look!" Sherman pointed.

From where we were standing, we could see smoke rising up in the distance.

"Fire!" gasped Anna.

"Well, it's not exactly a sign of summer," I said. "But at least there's...WAAAAAHHHHH!"

I had just tumbled down the hill, along with Sherman, Penny and Anna, landing in an icy stream at the bottom.

Sherman started to shiver. "It's so co...co...co...co...cold, Mr. Peabody."

"I shivered as well. "Well, th...th...th...th...that's what winter co...co...co...co...comes along, Sh...Sh...Sh...Sh...Sherman. Even if it's unexpected."

We shivered our way to the source of the smoke, which was a log cabin.

Once there, Anna shook the snow off a sign.

"Wandering Oaken's Trading Post." she read as more snow dropped off a smaller sign. "Ooh! And Sauna."

"I could go for one." said Penny.

"But not right now." I said as we hurried inside the cabin, where we heard a jolly voice.

"Hoo hoo."

We turned to see a bright-faced fellow, who happens to be the owner, Oaken, sitting low behind the counter.

"Big summer blowout!" he said. "Half-off swimming suits, clogs, and a sun balm of my own invention, yah?"

"Wrong season, dude." said Penny.

"You must forgive Miss Peterson, Mr. Oaken." I said as I walked up the counter. "She's feeling a little...icy at the moment."

Sherman laughed. "Feeling icy...I don't get it."

"But since we're here," I went on. "Would you, by any chance, have some coats, gloves, boots, and scarves in this fine establishment?"

"That would be in our winter department." said Oaken as he motioned to said department, which contained four outfits, gloves, a pick ax, snow shoes, boots, a few scarves, and some rope.

"That's...quite an assembly line you have there." I said as we walked over to get what we need.

"Um, I was just wondering; has another young woman, the...Queen, perhaps, I don't know, passed through here?" asked Anna as we brought our stuff to the counter.

"The only ones crazy enough to be out in this storm are you and your friends, dear." replied Oaken, just as the door blew open.

In came a mass of a man covered in ice.

"Who's the abominable snow hunk?" asked Penny.

"That 'snow hunk' happens to be Kristoff Bjorgman, a local ice harvester." I explained.

Kristoff walked right up to us and asked. "How'd you know who I am?"

"Elementary, Mr. Bjorgman." I replied.

Kristoff leaned closer to me and said. "Call me Kristoff."

I cleared my throat and said. "Very well, then."

Once I moved out of his way, Kristoff plucked out a bunch of carrots and put them in the counter.

"Ooh, a real howler in July, yes?" said Oaken. "Where ever could it be coming from?"

"From the North Mountain." replied Kristoff as he brought the axe and rope from the winter compartment to the counter.

"That'll be forty." said Oaken.

"In cash or credit?" asked Penny.

"Neither, unfortunately," I said. "Since they don't exist yet."

"Forty?" repeated Kristoff. "No, ten!"

"Oh, dear. That's no good." said Oaken. "See, this is from our winter stock, where supply and demand have a big problem."

"You want to talk about a supply and demand problem?" said Kristoff. "I sell ice for a living."

We looked out the window, where we see the blocks of ice on his sled, covered in snow.

"Ooh, that's a rough business to be in right now." chuckled Anna. "I mean, that is really..."

Upon seeing Kristoff and I giving her the cold stare, she just cleared her throat and said. "That's unfortunate."

"Still forty." said Oaken. "But I will throw in a visit to Oaken's sauna."

He then waved to those who are in the sauna. "Hoo hoo! Hi, family."

"Hoo hoo!" responded a family of five.

"But ten's all I got." said Kristoff. "Can you at least help me out?"

"OK." said Oaken as he swapped the axe and rope for the carrots. "Ten will get you this and no more."

"Okay, just tell me one thing," Anna said to Kristoff. "What was happening on the North Mountain? Did it seem...magical?"

Kristoff pulled down his scarf, revealing his face, which, I must say, is almost as handsome as Hans's.

"Depends." he said. "Now, back off while I deal with this crook here."

Oaken stood up, revealing his seven-foot stature.

"Oh, dear." I said, upon seeing how tall he was. "Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Oh, dear."

"What did you call me?" Oaken said, feeling offended.

Before Kristoff knew it, Oaken threw him out of the cabin and into the snow, where his pet reindeer, Sven was waiting for him.

"Sorry, Sven. I didn't get your carrots."

Sven let out a groan.

"But I did find us a place to sleep for the night." added Kristoff as he noticed a nearby stable. "And it's free."


Back inside, we stood watching Oaken and all his great height as he squeezed behind the counter.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, folks. I will add a quart of lutefisk, so we'll have good feelings."

Oaken placed some lutefisk on the counter and sat back down.

"Just the outfits and the boots, yah?"

"You do take cash or credit, right?" Penny asked again.