In the large ice rink, Little Kristoff and Sven are almost finished collecting their ice for the day.
"One more, and-" Kristoff gasped, as he pulled out the last ice block that he was cutting.
"Let's go buddy, 10 blocks of ice should be enough to trade for dinner."
Sven groaned. The two later went to Wandering Oaken's Trading Post and Sauna.
"Two cups of hot chocolate and a bunch of carrots for only 10 ice? This is not enough." Oaken said.
"Hey, I worked all day just to get all the ice I need, and you say that this is still not enough? You're a crook." he said, in a rude way.
"What did you call me?" Oaken said, as he kicked Kristoff out of the store.
"Wow, talk about child abuse! No punishments here in Norway huh?"
"Sorry buddy, I just lost my nerve there. It's just that I'm so tired of working."
Sven. groaned.
The two sadly went back to their small log cabin.
It was getting late at night. Kristoff looks outside in the window. There was nothing except a bunch of trees and snow everywhere.
"You know, buddy, It kinda makes me bored doing this. A hard job and low income can really suck. Good thing that I have a reindeer to keep me company. And a bunch of trolls."
Sven licked his face. As he still looks outside, he suddenly catches sight a man with white hair, going to their house.
"What could someone be doing here in a time like this?" he wondered. He goes outside to ask the stranger.
"What are you doing here? It's very rare to find people walking late at night in the forest."
"Well, I'm headed to nowhere. I'm exiled."
"That's too bad. But you're welcome to come inside and rest if you want."
"Thanks for your hospitality -" he said, hoping for the man to finish his sentence.
"Kristoff. Don't sweat it."
"Simon. Nice to meet you Kristoff."
Simon unpacked his things in the table and rests in the pile of hay for a while. He suddenly the blocks of ice in the corner of the room.
"Why do you collect ice?"
"To trade them for goods at Oaken's Trading Post."
"That seems tiring."
"Very tiring indeed. And now, I was kicked out from his store, so I don't have anything to eat."
"Look inside my pack, I think I have some things there that can help you. Just take them, because I don't need them anymore."
Kristoff looked at the pack on the table. He discovers that there are 5 chicken drumsticks, some cooked potatoes, a bunch of carrots, coffee powder, and other edible stuff.
"You mean, I can have these?"
"If you want."
"Thanks."
"No problem. I just returned the favor. So don't you get to talk with anybody here?"
"Sadly, no. I'm a loner anyway, so it doesn't really matter."
"Well, I know a lovely girl younger than you by 2-3 years, and she's also lonely. Her sister won't play with her so she usually gets bored. I think you will get along together. Plus, she also begged me to make her new friends"
"Great, I'll be expecting her."
"Nice talking to you, but it seems that I better get going."
"Where? It's almost late at night."
"To where the blizzard will take me."
"Wait –"
As Simon waves goodbye to his new friend, he disappears out of nowhere. Kristoff later finds out that there are many piles of ice blocks beside the log cabin.
"Whaaaat?" He wondered. "What a lucky day!"