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Sven was sound asleep by the now dying fire when he woke with a start. Looking around the cave, he realized something, he was alone. Usually, whenever he woke up, he would be with Kristoff offering carrots or something. Now, he was alone, in the darkness. Maybe they went outside? Possibly to do more of that kissing thing they did often. It most definitely did gross Sven out, but at least his buddy was happy. Now was probably a good time to find out exactly where his buddy was. Sven got up and made his way to the cave's mouth. It was dark, cold, and eerie as usual on the mountain.
Stepping out, Sven could smell smoke not far away. Stepping through the fresh snow, he peeked around the mound of the cave to see something he just did not expect to see. His best friends were sitting on the ground with their hands tied up. They were in front of a fire speaking to each other quietly. Sven's urge to approach them was overcome with sudden fear when he saw the big stranger sitting not far away twirling a small dagger in between his fingers. Sven whined and stayed put behind the mound. He couldn't just stay there, he would eventually be found. And he couldn't go to Kristoff with that big bad guy staring at his friends like they were pieces of meat. What could he do?
Looking back, Sven could see the outline of Arendelle's walls and the lights from within illuminating the darkness. That was when Sven made his decision. He would do the only thing he could do, go back to Arendelle and get help. Preferably the Queen with the Icy powers, yeah, she would fix everything easily.
With the deep breath he turn around and ran down the valley, all the while praying that his friends would be okay in the meantime.