Temperature:

The euphoria of being alive was abruptly squashed when a sudden wave of heat overtook the snowman. "Uh, oh."

"What's the matter, Frosty?" One of the children, a rather sharp-minded girl named Karen asked. The after-mentioned snow-person, however, was a bit preoccupied at the moment.

"Is there a thermometer around here?"

"Over there on the wall. Why?"

Eyes following her pointing finger, Frosty was disheartened to notice the mercury in the little glass tube rising steadily.

"I was afraid of that. The thermometer's getting red. I hate red thermometers." He offered by way of explanation, hands folded together as he tried to keep his mind of the sudden heat.

"Why, Frosty?" Karen persisted.

"Because when the thermometer gets all reddish, the temperature goes up. And when the temperature goes up, I start to melt, and when I start to melt I get all wishy-washy." He explained, giving a helpless shrug.

"Then you have to go someplace where you'd never melt." The girl concluded with certainty.

"The only place I'd never melt is the North Pole." Frosty replied, wistfully looking up as though the eternally-snowy landscape was somewhere in the clouds.

"Then we've got to get you there."