An ice harvester was out for a walk in the mountains. When a snowstorm came up, he looked for a place to take shelter. Soon he came to an old house. He ran up on the porch and knocked, but no one answered.
By now large snowflakes were rapidly falling, and the wind was howling. So he tried the door. When he found it was unlocked, he went inside.
Except for a pile of wooden boxes, the house was empty. He broke up some of the boxes and, with a pinch of fire crystal, made a fire with them. Then he sat down in front of the fire and dried himself. It was so much like a warm hug, that he fell asleep.
When he woke up, a small snowman was sitting near him. It stared at him for a while, then smiled. "That's a nice snowman," the ice harvester thought, and he dozed off again.
When he opened his eyes, there was a second snowman in the room. But this one was as big as a reindeer. It looked at him very closely, and it asked, "Shall we do it now?"
"No," said the other snowman. "Let's wait till Marshmallow comes."
"I must be dreaming," thought the ice harvester. He closed his eyes again. Then he took another look. But now there was a third snowman in the room, and this one was as big as Hans' ego. It looked him over, and it asked, "Shall we do it now?"
"No," said the others. "Let's wait till Marshmallow comes."
The ice harvester jumped up, leaped out the window and started running. He called back to the snowmen. "When Marshmallow comes, you tell him I couldn't wait!"