I need to get to Kristoff.” “Why?” Olaf asked, unaware of the impact his words had had on Anna. She smiled and shrugged sheepishly. Olaf’s eyes lit up and he clasped his hands together. “Oh! I know why!” he cried happily. He began to hop around the room excitedly. Then he pointed out the window. “There’s your act of true love! Right there! Riding across the fjords like a valiant, pungent reindeer king!

Unfortunately, Olaf seemed to think the fire was pretty amazing, too, and was standing directly in front of it. “Whoa!” he said, watching the flames flickering higher and higher. “So this is heat….I love it!” Anna watched in horror as the snowman reached for the fire — with his twig finger. “Oooh! But don’t touch it!” he added, as his finger caught on fire. Laughing, he shook out the flame and then focused his attention back on Anna.

Some people, Anna thought, remembering Olaf’s sweet words, are worth melting for. That was true love. Anna loved her sister. And, she realized now as Hans raised his sword for the final blow, she needed to keep Elsa safe.

Olaf: Of course I'm trying to trick you! That's the way of the world, Baudelaires. Everyone runs around with their secrets and their schemes, trying to outwit everyone else. Ishmael outwitted me, and put me in this cage. But I know how to outwit him and all his islander friends. If you let me out, I can be king of Olaf-Land, and you three can be my new henchfolk.

Then little Gerda said the Lord's Prayer; the cold was so intense that she could see her own breath; it came out of her mouth like smoke. Her breath became thicker and thicker, and took the form of little angels who grew larger and larger as soon as they touched the ground. All had helmets on their heads, and lances and shields in their hands; their numbers increased, and when Gerda had finished her prayer a whole legion stood around her. They trust their lances against the horrible snow-flakes, so that the latter flew into a hundred pieces; and little Gerda went forward safely and cheerfully. The angels stroked her hands and feet, so that she felt the cold less, and she hastened on to the Snow Queen's castle.

His hands were cold as ice, but he saved us from the dead men, him and his ravens, and he brought us here on his elk.” “His elk?” said Bran, wonderstruck. “His elk?” said Meera, startled. “His ravens?” said Jojen. “Hodor?” said Hodor.

The snow globe was perfect, and so beautiful — just like Elsa.

Friday: Baudelaires, please come with me.
Olaf: What about me?
Friday: Go away.

She took a deep breath. She knew she was a princess, and princesses were supposed to be ladylike, but she couldn’t just walk away from him. There was one thing she had to do. Swiveling on her heels, she turned so she was once again facing Prince Hans of the Southern Isles. And then she pulled back her arm and punched his smug face with all her might. Her fist landed on his cheek with a resounding thunk, and he fell backward, flipping right over the ship’s railing. A moment later there was a satisfying splash as he landed in the water below. Now, Anna thought, as Elsa gave her a hug and Kristoff shot her a proud look, everything is definitely perfect.

Never mind what you were doing, Olaf said. You're fired!
You can't fire me! Esme growled. I quit!
Well, you can leave by mutual agreement, Olaf grumbled and then with another succinct Ha! he lifted the harpoon gun and pointed it at Dewey Denouement.

Olaf you're melting (Ana)
Some people are worth melting for (Olaf)

The flake of snow grew larger and larger; and at last it was like a young lady, dressed in the finest white gauze, made of a million little flakes like stars. She was so beautiful and delicate, but she was of ice, of dazzling, sparkling ice; yet she lived; her eyes gazed fixedly, like two stars; but there was neither quiet nor repose in them. She nodded towards the window, and beckoned with her hand. The little boy was frightened, and jumped down from the chair; it seemed to him as if, at the same moment, a large bird flew past the window.

A second later, the water enclosed him in a coffin of ice.

Hildegard sensed darkly that she would now at once have to spread two light gray wings and let them lift her up -- high, high, as in her dream. But she also sensed darkly how it is in feverish dreams: as though something in her were helplessly, powerlessly beating its wings -- and suddenly she didn't know whether she was flying -- or falling --. Then Dietrich drew the playing child to him. He looked at Hildegard, almost a bit timidly -- and at the same time gently kissed the child on his blond hair. And Hildegard slowly laid her hand in his. Reaching out over a paradise. -- ("Paradise"), p. 132