Nearly half a year after the Great Thaw, the people of Arendelle had mostly gotten used to the fact that their Queen had the magic of ice and snow at her fingertips. And while not everyone cared for it, the children loved it.
In particular, Olaf.
The fun-loving, sentient snowman was an instant friend to the children of the kingdom.
He loved to join in their games, play with them; to sing and dance, laugh and chase. It was a joy that even rivaled summer, in his estimations. And the children adored him for it. He could join in the girls' flower crown making just as easily as the boys' rough-housing — and, even if he fell apart, he was easily reassembled!
There was one thing in particular that Olaf had fallen in love with, something that the children were all too happy to pass on to the little snowman.
The art of being a trickster.
Granted, Olaf wasn't very proficient at it. He didn't like tricks that made people cry. Even though the boys — and even some of the girls, he'd thought they were so sweet, too! — assured him those were the best ones.
Why, just the other day, he'd taken the left boot from every pair of boots Kristoff owned — which was a surprising amount, since Anna tended to get him spares even when the ones he currently had weren't even that worn out — and hidden them around the castle, stables, garden, and even in the town! It wasn't one of those crying pranks, but it sure had gotten the Ice Master and Deliverer into a frustrated twist; grumbling to himself as he fished a boot out of the garden pond.
He'd also sneaked into the kitchens once, and poured a good amount of salt into the batch of chocolate they were making. Anna wasn't too happy about that, but the two of them had fun offering the much-too-salty treats to unsuspecting dignitaries and noblemen.
The only person Olaf had yet to trick was Elsa…
"Has anyone seen Olaf? He still needs to find some of the boots that he hid from me."
Oooh, that was Kristoff's voice! Olaf recognized that grumpy, sourpuss tone anywhere!
Remaining huddled where he was underneath Elsa's great, mahogany desk, the little snowman tried to contain his giggles.
"Oh, come on, Kristoff! That was yesterday, you don't still have to be so…growly about it."
Bringing stick fingers to his mouth, Olaf scooted over to the side a bit when Elsa sat down at her desk.
"Of course I'm still mad, I need boots to work. Both boots."
"At least he didn't get into the chocolate again! Whew, that was a nightmare!"
"…How is that comparable to me not being able to work as productively?"
"It was chocolate, Kristoff. He made it taste like one of those salt lick things for the horses."
Ah, Anna, she always knew how to make a case for chocolate!
"Right…Anyway, have you seen him at all today, Elsa?"
Smiling, her eyes never straying down to address the stifled giggles the other two ignored, Elsa replied with an amused, "No, I haven't."
Olaf had to have gotten his trickster skills from somewhere, right?