These woods should have been full of green
And touched with summer's brightness,
But now, because of Elsa's curse,
The trees were draped in whiteness.
As Anna called her sister's name,
Her breath curled into mist.
She shivered, for her summer dress
Could not be more amiss.

There were no bird songs, cricket chirps,
Or any other sound
To break this spell of silence that
Enveloped all around.
Twas then, there was a sudden crack
That went off suddenly.
Her horse was spooked and pitched her off
In fear, to quickly flee.

But still the princess pushed on through
Despite the elevation:
She had to fix this winter that
Was Elsa's cold creation.
Thank heaven, then, as nightfall came,
She found a general store,
Or else, if Anna stayed outside,
She would have been done for.

A curious place this was, with knick-knacks
Scattered all throughout,
And in the back, a steaming door:
A sauna room, no doubt.
The shopkeeper, a jolly fellow,
Waved and said hello:
"Yoohoo! Big summer blowout here
And everything must go!"

Just as the princess ordered winter
Garments, last in stock,
The door slammed open, and a thing
Stepped in without a knock.
This it (or rather he) stood tall
And covered thick with ice.
He reeked of sweat and reindeer, and
He wasn't very nice.

He glared down at the princess, since
She stood there in his way,
But found that carrots here were far
Beyond what he could pay.
He called the shopkeeper a crook
And with him would have sparred,
But Oaken grabbed him by the scruff
And tossed him out three yards.

Most people, faced with this odd scene,
Would take their leave, perplexed.
But Anna saw an open door
And knew what to do next.
This mountain man, now surely he
Could help her find a way
To reach the peak of North Mountain:
After all, he had a sleigh.

With carrot, rope, pickax in hand,
She tracked the big man down,
And bought his services to guide
Her safely up the mount.
This love story we now well know,
But they could not know then:
For this was how the princess knew
Of Kristoff and of Sven.