As the guard demanded her to follow him without waiting any longer, Anna put down the tray of food beside her and, standing up, and rushed out of the room, on his heels. Olaf, still sitting on the floor, was alone, his thoughts being his only company.

I wonder what's happening downstairs. They seem in a hurry, this might be very important.

He couldn't bring himself to stop thinking. His thoughts were mainly directed toward the reasons that had pushed Anna - whom he considered like a real friend - to openly lie to him about Elsa's current condition. He wasn't a kid, though he acted as such. He spoke like a grown up, or, more accurately, like a snowman who had been living for a long time, at least more than a week. As strange as it may seem, he wasn't that innocent. His words were always showing some kind of understanding toward people and about life, reflecting the experience he had never got the time to get in a single week of life.

It's strange how I can't even come to be mad at her...

He was also thinking about Elsa. The place where she was, in which state, he was even wondering if she had had the chance to escape whoever had kidnapped least he was sure she was alive for himself being alive, the little flurry she had created especially for him still hanging in the air above his head and twigs. He didn't know what was scaring him the most. Thinking that Elsa might lose her life, or knowing that he'll lose his if she unfortunately comes to leave forever. Maybe it wasn't the type of questions a little snowman should wonder about after such a short life.

But some people die very young.. Children, babies, die ! And even for them it shouldn't be something they'd have to worry about at a young age as theirs !

Life felt so unfair to him. Some people kept inside or them the joy of living a long life till the very end of their days, while some young teenagers were already feeling like they hadn't got anything else to do on earth. While some people were reaching more than sixty or seventy years old, young children who had never knew nothing about what real life was, outside of the walls of the hospital, were dying. And, whereas good people, almost saints had left forever very young, some awful people were still living peacefully somewhere no one would ever go look for them. If he was able to understand this, - though it remained the type of questions children may ask -, then why was Anna treating him like the child he never was ?

She may feel safer when she had to keep somebody else safe, too. Maybe she needs someone to protect from the evil of the cruel daily life.

He found unfair that he hadn't got the right to go downstairs with Anna. Was it that secret ? Or was he so dumb not to understand ? After all, nobody could do nothing about the fact that his innocence was irreparably fading away, like the stars in the morning sky. Instead, he was slowly feeling more mature, learning from every day he spent. He was becoming like human, a real, grown up human, able to understand the relations between each other, the problems that the world faces, why all the country on earth aren't equals... Of course, he rather stay a little snowman, innocent like snowmen really made of snow are. He felt like the more he was growing, the more he felt separated from his true nature ; a snowman,supposed to be built on a single day of barely bearable cold, and disappear the day after, at the same time that the sun's rays are appearing. But he was none of these. Soon, he would have nothing else but the appearance of a snowman, his mind, thoughts, behavior, all of this would be too different to still be called a snowman. But what could he do ? Could he fight against his change of mind ? No. Could he force himself not to change ? No. Could he turn back the time to become once more the one he had been on the first day of his creation ? No. When life's given to you, you have no choices left but to move forward, because you just can't go back.

This is the real problem ! If you can't move backward, some people are moving forward not because they want to, but because they have to, and this has to end in a bad way.

How many snowmen could brag of being capable of such analysis about life ? Most of them were lifeless, so...

Suddenly, he shook his head, looking at the grandfather clock. He decided not to lose more time over-thinking, it helped in nothing. He stood up, grabbing the sheets that were touching the floor since Anna had hastily left the room to help himself on his feet. He stood still, motionless, not truly knowing what to do. He finally made his way to the balcony of Elsa's room, trying his best to open the doors. In a loud groan of dissatisfaction as he understood he wasn't tall enough to reach the doorknob, he took his carrot and tried to place it above it to make it turn. He tried many times to open the doors this way, but none of his attempts succeeded. He was experiencing defeat, a thing he had never known before. He wasn't aware of how to act toward this. He gave up, leaning his back on the door as he slid to the floor in disappointment.

As his eyes laid on an armchair, which was standing still, forgotten, in the darker corner of the room, he jumped on his feet and ran pretty excitedly toward it, grabbing its legs firmly while trying to pull it int the direction of the doors. It left behind it a mark on the wooden floor, slowly arriving to them. Olaf sighed in relief, rubbing his twigs hurting because of the effort he had just put in pulling such a huge weight.

Ugh, not to do again.

He hauled himself on the armchair, and grabbed the doorknob, trying to open the door.

No... !

He jumped down on the floor, making it cracking slightly under his lightweight, gripped tightly with both of his hands one leg of the armchair in mind of letting some more space between it and the door. After all, what he wanted was to open the door.

Why is it so complicated opening a door here ?

He repeated the operation, succeeding at last this time. Leaving here the armchair, he ran on the balcony until he reach the rail. There, his eyes stayed fixed on the beautiful landscape that was offered to him to see. The bright blue sky of the beginning of the afternoon was overhanging the whole kingdom and reflecting into the Fjord, giving to it its wonderful translucent blue color of the sunny days.

This is— AMAZING ! Wonderful !

He had never seen anything more beautiful than Arendelle in summer. Ever winter on the North Mountain with the sparkling snow and ice looking like crystal balls hanging to the leaves of the trees covered with frost wasn't equal to it.

There wasn't enough colors up there...

Here, however, was a place full of colors, especially in summer, though he had never got the time to see what it looked like during the other seasons of the year yet. He could've been staying here, resting on the rail for hours if he hadn't heard Annas distant voice calling his name.

" Olaaaaaaaaaaaaaf !" she yelled, but it came to his ears more like a whisper, a loud whisper, he thought.

The very second after, he ran across the balcony and rushed out of the room, running as fast as his legs, or feet could take him. Instead of walking down the stairs which would take more time, he let himself slide on the railing so, in a few seconds, he arrived downstairs.

"Anna ? What's happening ?" he asked, concerned, his eyes laying on each person who was there.

"Who's the—"

"Olaf..." Anna said, calmly this time, but still very fast, kneeling down to his height. "We've got some news about Elsa. This man you see here," she gestured to the old ice harvester who nodded. "he's a witness—"

"A witness ? What's a witness, Anna ?" Olaf asked innocently ; he might was intelligent and experienced, but you can't learn everything in one week.

"He's seen Hans carrying Elsa in a hut on the Southern Mountain."

"Is it close from he Southern Isles, then ?" Olaf exclaimed, cutting off Anna.

"Yes, it's opposite the north Mountain, if you see what I mean." Anna answered, standing up to face the man as they continued talking about what they would do next. From the conversation they had, Olaf had picked out some words which helped him to reconstruct their dialogue.

Warn the King—letter—expedition—alive—flurry—cloud—

"ANNA !" Olaf screamed as loud as he could, making her jump and turn around to face him. "Look at my cloud ! the flurry is slowly stopping !"

Anna's eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

"What does that mean ?" the witness asked, afraid that his few days of walk to Arendelle would have been useless.

"It means— she's hurt, isn't it Olaf ?" the strawberry blonde asked, murmuring, apparently thinking far too much for her to support it.

"Maybe she's dying Anna ! We have to act, and fast or we will lose her forever ! I'm not melting yet, but it'll happen sooner or later !" the snowman replied, harsher than he had wanted to be.

Until I'm not completely melt, Elsa's not gone. But how long will it last for ?