“Hang on, little guy,” she said gently. Once more, Elsa waved her hands. A swirl of cold air shot out of her fingertips and wrapped itself around Olaf, instantly refreezing him. Then, just to be safe, she created a small cloud from which a soft snow fell constantly. “Hey!” Olaf shouted happily, wobbling this way and that and laughing as the cloud followed him. “My own personal flurry!”
