A man named Kristoff lived with his reindeer in a cabin deep in Arendelle's woods. Kristoff was an ice harvester and deliverer. The reindeer was a big one named Sven. Kristoff had raised Sven from a calf.
Almost every morning Kristoff went ice delivering, and Sven went along with him and pulled the sled. One morning, as Kristoff was getting the sled ready, he got the feeling that something was wrong inside the cabin.
He hurried inside as fast as he could, but when he got there he found that Sven was missing. He searched the cabin and the woods nearby, but Sven was nowhere to be seen. He called and he called, but the reindeer did not answer. For days Kristoff looked for Sven, but he could find no trace of him.
Finally he gave up and started hitching rides with a fellow ice harvester. But one morning he heard something moving up in the attic. He picked up his pickaxe. Then he thought, "I'd better be quiet about this."
So he took off his boots. And in his bare feet he began to climb the attic stairs. He slowly took one step, then another, then another, until at last he reached the attic door.
He stood outside listening, but he didn't hear a thing. Then he opened the door, and...
"AAAAAAAAAAAH!"
(At this point, the storyteller stops, as if he has finished. Then usually somebody will ask, "Why did Kristoff scream?" The storyteller replies, "You'd want to scream too if you had to listen to 'Fixer-Upper'.")