"Well here we are, my pretty little ice palace. One day I shall be queen of all this land. On that day, I will have to take up my mother's responsibilities of creating the snow. For now, I'd much rather play in it! Oh look! There is my little brother! His job is to paint the icicles."

"Let's find my mother. If she is awake, she may grant you a gift...if she's slept well. But if her temper starts to melt her cool, beware of what she'll do. But don't worry, I'll protect you from her wrath. Oh! I know exactly where to find her!"