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toasted.”
    â€œHarrumph?” Sven replied.
    â€œOf course I know how to build a fire,” Olaf answered. “You’ll see. I love a nice fire. It is almost as great as lying on a sandy beach. All warm and toasty.”
    As Sven watched, the tiny snowman collected some twigs and leaves and built a small fire. He couldn’t find a match, so he rubbed two little sticks together until he started to see smoke. When the flames were flickering merrily, Olaf sat down. Then he inched closer to the fire. Then closer still. Soon he was right next to the hot flames.
    Sven snorted a warning.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” Olaf asked. “Marshmallow is nowhere to be found. We are perfectly safe and I’m perfectly toasty by the fire. I just have to remember not to get too…whoa, too close, too close!” Olaf yelled as he looked down and realized his nose was where his mouth used to be, and his mouth was where his buttons had been. He was melting!
    Hopping up, Olaf tried to hold his face together before he completely melted. He started dancing around, trying to save his buttons! Fortunately, his flurry was there to keep him cold. Unfortunately, as he danced about, he got too close to the flames and one of his stick arms caught fire!
    â€œThis is really hot!” Olaf shouted.
    â€œHARRUMPHHHH!” Sven snorted. “Hara! Um! PHHH!” Quickly, Sven stepped forward and pushed the little snowman down with his nose so that Olaf was rolling in the snow. The flames were extinguished, but Olaf continued to roll. Then he began to roll faster. And faster. And faster still!
    As Sven watched, the tiny snowman grew into a large snowman. Then he grew into a really, really large snowman!
    With a loud THUNK , Olaf reached the bottom of the hill and hit a small fir tree. His new layers of snow fell off and he sat there, once again small and now a little bit dazed. Looking down, he saw that his arm was singed a bit, but luckily, the snow had put out the fire before it could do any real damage.
    â€œWell, that was unexpected,” Olaf said. Then he laughed. “Let’s do it again!”
    Sighing, Sven kicked some snow onto the fire and walked down toward Olaf. It seemed like a good time to move on to Troll Valley.

“I knew what I was doing, you know,” Olaf explained as they walked along. “It was fun, Sven! I do love heat! Plus, I got a nice new snow bath. Snowmen like to add layers every once in a while to freshen up. It makes our original layers cleaner.” He puffed out his chest. “Don’t I look cleaner?”
    Sven snorted skeptically.
    â€œWell, I feel fantastic,” Olaf said. “A roll in the snow might help you, too.”
    In response, Sven stopped short and shook himself violently. Olaf had to hold on tight not to get thrown off.
    His point made, Sven continued to drag the sleigh toward Troll Valley. Soon they arrived at the entrance. The landscape was dotted with what looked like rocks of varying sizes and shapes covered with green moss. The trees were tall, their branches covered in thick leaves. The valley was low enough on the mountain range not to be covered in snow year-round, but the air was still crisp.
    Coming to a stop, Sven let out a loud snort.
    For a moment, nothing happened. Then, one by one, the rocks began to rumble. Then they began to shake. Suddenly, the rocks began to roll until, finally, they transformed into trolls!
    The trolls all let out happy shouts when they saw the duo, and within moments Olaf and Sven were surrounded. “Sven! Olaf! We’ve missed you!” one troll shouted.
    â€œHi there!” Olaf called, turning to the clamoring troll babies. “Why, ha-ha! That tickles!”
    As Olaf played with some of the troll babies, a few of the other trolls ran up and hugged Sven’s legs. Several began to braid the longer hair around his neck. A couple of trolls even climbed into the sleigh and sat on the ice. A snort from