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>"Olaf, what's wrong with you?"
>The snowman chortled at Kristoff's question, giving him a playful 'oh, you!' look. "Oh, Kristoff, that's not the first time you've asked me that!"
>Kristoff shook his head. "No, I'm serious, what is wrong with you? Look at your snow!"
>At first, Olaf raised an eyebrow in confusion, then did as Kristoff told him. His confusion only increased as he looked down at his body and realized the snow that made up his 'flesh' was no longer solid and tightly packed as it usually was. Instead, it was growing increasingly softer. Slushier. Beads of water were rolling down his body, onto the dirt of the forest floor.
> "I'm... melting?" he said quietly, as if trying to work out what was going on. His coal buttons and carrot nose were beginning to sag downward.
>"Melting? It's not that warm out here," Kristoff noted. Indeed, the night air was nice and cool. He looked back down at Olaf. "Besides, I thought Elsa made it so you can't melt."
>The snowman nodded as he continued to watch himself deteriorate. A few of his twig hairs fell from his head to the dirt below. "...I'm melting. The magic in me is fading." Olaf spoke the words softly, more to himself as he was starting to understand what was happening.
>Kristoff's concern and confusion were quickly starting to grow. "Wait, what?"
>Slowly, Olaf looked up at the ice harvester, fear and realization obvious in his icy eyes. "Kristoff? I don't think Elsa is okay..."
