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had also been isolating. No one had lived there except for Elsa—and Marshmallow. The huge creature was made of snow and ice. He was very strong, and last time Olaf and Sven had run into him, he had not been happy. He had even tried to throw Olaf over a cliff! Olaf still thought Marshmallow was just having a bad day. He only had nice things to say about Marshmallow!
    But that didn’t mean Sven was ready to run into Marshmallow again. Unfortunately, there was no way to get to Troll Valley without passing the large mountain. Every time he and Kristoff had gone that way, they had hurried through as fast as possible.
    â€œOh, Sven! Don’t worry!” Olaf said, not the least bit concerned about Marshmallow. “Look! There’s a perfect lake to sit by and have a quick nibble. How could you and Kristoff have missed this place?”
    â€œHarrumph!” Sven snorted. They hadn’t missed it, was what his snort meant. They had just chosen not to use it because it was too close to Marshmallow’s territory.
    Olaf smiled at Sven. He knew exactly what the reindeer’s snort had meant. “That’s just silly,” he said. “It is a perfectly perfect lake and Marshmallow is not such a bad guy. I bet he would be so happy to see us now! He is probably pretty lonely, you know. I mean, the big guy is up here all alone now that Elsa is in Arendelle. He has no one to play games with or talk to or sit and read with.” Olaf put a hand to his chest in sympathy. “Sven, I feel bad for Marshmallow. I think we should go and find him and invite him to join us.”
    Sven shook his head.
    â€œFine,” Olaf said. “I’ll just come back by myself sometime.” Then he added, “I bet someday you, Marshmallow, and I will get together, though. We could have an amazing snowball fight—or better yet…we can all go to the beach together!”
    Sven shook his head and then began to pull the sleigh a little farther away from the lake.
    â€œNo, no!” Olaf cried. “Come on, pal! We will just take a quick break and you can have your much-needed snack.”
    Together Olaf and Sven made their way to the lake. The snowman whistled as they went, not a care in the world. But Sven walked very slowly and very softly. When Olaf made a particularly high-pitched whistle, Sven cringed. And when he heard a twig snap in the nearby woods, he nearly jumped out of his skin. He was sure that at any minute, a very angry Marshmallow would appear. He even thought he saw Marshmallow in the distance looking down from the ice palace. He wasn’t positive, but he certainly quickened his pace.
    After what felt like an eternity to Sven, the pair arrived at the shore of the lovely lake. Olaf hopped off Sven’s back. Then he clapped his little stick hands together. “Time to relax!”

    The sun was beginning its descent toward the horizon. They had to get their final deliveries made before it was dark. Still, Olaf wanted to make sure Sven ate. He didn’t want his friend getting too hungry. Being the reindeer helper for the Official Substitute Arendelle Ice Master and Deliverer was hard work.
    He wobbled to the back of the sleigh and pulled out a little sack filled with treats from the cook. He had made sure to stop in the kitchen before leaving the palace. Olaf always liked to be prepared.
    â€œLook, Sven! I made sure Cook gave you some carrots and a loaf of bread, and she packed another extra treat—a carrot snowflake! Isn’t she clever?” The reindeer’s big ears perked up. “She made a snowflake out of carrots. She definitely deserves a great birthday gift.”
    Sven’s belly let out a loud rumble. Maybe a snack stop wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
    Olaf rummaged around in his sack. Pulling out the hunk of bread, he smiled. “Now, I’m just going to start a little fire. Kristoff says Cook’s bread always tastes better