Charades:
It was certain that they had an amazing stroke of luck. After several more minutes of wandering, they had happened upon a glen of trees, home to a group of animals who were nice enough to build the freezing Karen a fire. While Frosty couldn't deny the fact that he felt much better now that the girl was out of harm's way, the flames made him somewhat nervous by default. It was the whole reason why he had moved out to a spot a bit more secluded, a small rise a little ways away from Karen, far enough that he was out of the way of the fire.
Though, the snowman was by no means alone up there. Hocus had hopped over, chittering away as though in conversation, which Frosty was eager to supply.
"Hocus, we need to find someone to get Karen home before she freezes, and me to the North Pole before I melt, but who?" True, the rabbit couldn't really answer back, but he did have a few good ideas. The first was of a person with a helmet, crouched in a hole.
"No, not the Marines."
Another was of a person signing a document of sorts.
"No, not the President of the United States." Frosty answered, mollified when he noticed the irritated expression on the rabbit's face. "Oh, they were both swell ideas, but we've got to find someone nearby."
As though struck by inspiration, Hocus suddenly began to pat snow around his face, making it into a beard. The snowman caught on immediately.
"Yeah! Santa Claus! That's a great idea! Why didn't I think of that before?"
