A man named Kristoff Bjorgman came to Arendelle's main town for an ice delivery. He stayed with some love expert friends in the big forest they lived in, outside town. That night he had a good time visiting. But when Bjorgman went to bed, he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.
Sometime during the night he heard a carriage turn into the driveway. He went to the window to see who was arriving at such a late hour. In the moonlight, he saw a long, black funeral carriage filled with snowmen.
The driver of the carriage looked up at him. When Bjorgman saw his queer, hideous carrot nose, he shuddered. The snowman driver called to him, "There is room for one more warm hug." Then he waited for a minute or two, and he drove off.
In the morning Bjorgman told his friend what had happened. "Hoo-hoo, you were dreaming," he said.
"I must have been," replied Kristoff, "but it didn't seem like a dream."
After breakfast he went into Arendelle. He spent the day high above town in the royal castle, delivering his ice.
Late in the afternoon he was heading for a staircase to take him back down to the main hall. But when he opened the door to it, he saw that it was crowded with snowmen. One of them looked out and call to him. "There is room for one more warm hug," he said. It was the driver of the funeral carriage.
"No, thanks," said Bjorgman. "I'll wait until everyone's gone."
He shut the door, and the snowmen started down. There was shrieking and screaming, then the sound of a crash.
The staircase had completely collapsed. Every snowman aboard it had melted.