Olaf & Sven on Thin Ice Read Online Free

Olaf to slide the top blocks off the wagon.
    Quickly, Olaf gave a heave—and a few big cold blocks tumbled down the ramp, pushed open the doors of the building, and rumbled inside.
    â€œAnd there you have it!” Olaf said, clapping his hands together. “See how easy that was, Sven? I love being the Official Substitute Arendelle Ice Master and Deliverer!”
    Sven harrumphed skeptically, but Olaf didn’t hear. “Do you think Kristoff would let me help more often?” he mused.
    Sven stared at the closed door of the trading post with a worried expression on his fuzzy face. But Olaf was thrilled. They had completed the first ice delivery of the day!

    Kristoff was a bit tired. He had hiked all the way up to the lake only to find that he had just missed Olaf and Sven. From the look of things, they had succeeded in collecting some of the ice he’d left after his last trip. Kristoff had to admit he hadn’t expected Olaf to make it that far, let alone figure out a way to load the ice. Pretty impressive, Kristoff thought. But he didn’t hang around the lake admiring their work for too long. He wanted to catch up with Olaf and Sven before they arrived at their next destination. It wasn’t difficult to find their tracks, and soon he was following their route back down the mountain.
    Arriving at Wandering Oaken’s Trading Post and Sauna, Kristoff glanced around, looking for the snowman and the reindeer. He didn’t see them. What he did see was Oaken standing in front of a building, which steam was billowing out of.
    When Oaken saw Kristoff, his face turned slightly redder than normal. “Hoo-hoo! Kristoff!” the big man called. “I missed you today! That snowman is not the ice master and deliverer that you are.”
    Kristoff took a step back. Uh-oh, he thought. What happened?
    As Oaken walked past him toward the steaming shed, Kristoff could see the man was upset. When he opened the doors, Kristoff could see why.
    The building was the trading post’s sauna. Or what had been the sauna. Now it was just a wet mess. The reason was clear: sitting there, in the center of the room, was the last bit of a melting block of ice. When Olaf had pushed the ice into the building, it had landed smack-dab in the middle of the fire that kept the sauna stones hot. Immediately, they had begun to cool and the ice had begun to melt! The sauna was now cold instead of hot and steamy.
    Kristoff gulped. “I’m sorry, Oaken!” he said. “I didn’t know Olaf was trying to deliver the ice by himself. What can I do to make things right?”
    â€œYou can help me mop up the sauna and rebuild that fire,” Oaken replied. “And then maybe you can deliver me twice the ice next time. What do you say?”
    There was nothing Kristoff could do but agree. As he went to find a mop, he let out a groan. The day was not going according to plan. And he knew Olaf and Sven would be making more deliveries, which meant Kristoff had to hurry to catch up to them before anything else happened!

A s Kristoff got to work cleaning up Olaf’s mess, the snowman was happily making his way toward the next stop on the ice delivery route—Troll Valley.
    â€œI love visiting the trolls, don’t you, Sven?” Olaf said cheerfully.
    The reindeer raised an eyebrow. Then he snorted.
    â€œOh, right! We talked about treats! Maybe the trolls will have something for you to nibble on.” But as he spoke, his eyes grew wide. He just had another brilliant idea. “You know what? Troll Valley is kind of far away. Maybe we should stop now so you can have a little snack. What do you think?”
    The reindeer shook his head. Then he nodded his antlers to the right. Following his gaze, Olaf saw the North Mountain. It towered high above them, the top covered in snow year-round.
    The North Mountain was where Elsa had made her ice palace when she ran away from Arendelle. It had been beautiful. It