Can we talk about how fast people panic? Five minutes ago everyone in Arendelle was drinking, dancing, eating pastries, and celebrating the gates being open. Now suddenly everyone is screaming like the sky itself fell into the harbor. And I’m not saying the situation isn’t weird. It absolutely is. A queen blasting ice magic everywhere and then running into the mountains is definitely not something you see every day. But the amount of chaos happening right now is honestly impressive. People are slipping on the snow. Guards are yelling. Someone knocked over an entire cart of apples. I saw a guy try to shovel the road even though it was snowing faster than he could move the shovel. That guy is either extremely brave or extremely confused. He seemed pretty confused to me. You’re probably right, Sven. Anyway, the second the snow starts piling up, everyone suddenly decides they need to go home immediately. Which means the streets are completely packed with people pushing past each other trying to get inside. Meanwhile I’m standing there watching it keep snowing. And snowing. So that’s great. Fantastic for business. Love that. I’m sure every ice harvester dreams about the day their entire industry becomes completely unnecessary overnight. But that’s not even the worst part. The worst part is that now Sven and I need somewhere to stay. See, during the summer I usually set up a small camp outside town. Just a simple little setup: sled, blankets, some tools, a decent spot where Sven can graze, the essentials. But that setup is meant for summer. You know. When the ground isn’t buried under a magical blizzard. So Sven and I figure we’ll just ask around town for somewhere to stay. Nothing fancy. We’re not picky. A barn would be great. A shed would be fine. At this point I would accept a large box. But apparently that’s too much to ask. Because the SECOND people see Sven they go, “Oh… we don’t allow animals inside.” Animals. First of all, rude. Second of all, he’s cleaner than half the fishermen I saw walking around today. One lady actually told us we could stay if Sven slept outside. In the snowstorm. You can’t just split up best friends like that. Right, Sven? Absolutely not, Kristoff. Exactly. Another guy told me his barn was “full.” Full of what? Hay? Sven and I LOVE sleeping on hay! That’s like telling a fish it can’t come inside because the room is full of water. Honestly, people just like saying no. I think it makes them feel important. We even tried asking some fishermen down by the docks if we could stay in one of their little fish huts. You know, those tiny ones out on the ice. The ones that smell like fish so strongly you can taste it in the air. I said we’d take it. I said we wouldn’t complain. I said we'd pay well to stay there until the storm passes (if the storm passes). Sven even promised not to eat any fishing equipment, didn’t you, Sven? I did, Kristoff. And I meant it, too. But apparently they didn’t trust us. One guy just looked at Sven and said, “That thing’s too big.” Excuse me? Sven is perfectly sized. He is a healthy, majestic reindeer. And frankly, if the hut can’t fit one reindeer and one ice harvester, that sounds like a hut problem. So after about the fifth rejection, we just head into the mountains. And now we’re out here in the snow trying to figure out what the plan is. The wind is picking up, the snow keeps getting deeper, and I’m starting to realize something that’s worrying me. This storm isn’t normal. Like I said before, I grew up around magic. Magic doesn’t just show up for five minutes and then politely leave. Magic sticks around. With magic of THIS strength, there’s no telling how long it’s going to last. Which is a problem. Because normally this time of year we’re getting ready for hunting season to stock up for winter. But winter usually doesn’t show up four months early. At this rate we could start starving to death within the week, which is not ideal. Right, Sven? Not ideal at all, Kristoff. See? If winter really did just show up in the middle of summer and isn't passing anytime soon, a lot of people are not ready for that. Farmers aren’t ready. Hunters aren’t ready. Ice harvesters aren't ready... Well actually ice harvesters are kind of ready. But still. The point is, things could get rough pretty quickly. But worrying about that won’t help much tonight. Right now we just need a place to sleep. Preferably one that doesn’t involve getting buried alive in snow. So Sven and I are going to keep walking a little further up the mountain and see if we can find a decent spot before it gets completely dark. If we do freeze to death out here, please make sure everyone knows one thing. It was mostly the storm’s fault. But also partially the fault of everyone who refused to let us sleep in their barns. Anyway, time to keep moving. Right, Sven? Right, Kristoff.