Frozen: Brooklyn's Snowflake

Chapter 18 - Olaf's Frozen Adventure

Frozen 2 will start after this!

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Sven now drove the sleigh home, Brooklyn sitting there, wrapping his wings around himself along with the scarf since the weather was getting colder hence the night coming along. He wished he could be impervious to the cold like Olaf who was cheerfully singing another song.

Looking behind him Brooklyn felt like they overdid it still with the multiple traditions they found among the kingdom, but he figured it would be nice for them to have choices to choose from.

Olaf grinned like a little kid while singing his song that Brooklyn heard many times on the radio during this holiday but he wondered if that song had even been invented yet during this part in time:

"Dashing through the snow

With traditions in our sleigh

Back to the castle we go To save this holiday

Ho, ho, ho!

Our plan has zero flaws I see nothing going wrong..."

Olaf accidentally knocked one of the coals into his hand, shrieking. Brooklyn quickly got it out of his hands but it wound up landing onto some of the flammable decorations. Olaf sighed. "Crisis averted, thanks to you, Brook!" He said cheerfully. Brooklyn shrugged but then he smelled smoke and the fire that started wound up breaking one of the harnesses hooking Sven onto the sleigh.

"Uh, Olaf, I smell smoke!" Brooklyn yelped, but Olaf seemed to be oblivious, the wagon turning backwards, passing Sven who saw what was happening, eyes rounding. "Oh, look, Brooklyn! Another reindeer going in the opposite direction, hi!"

Brooklyn growled, quickly flying into the air before the flames got him, the sled going down a hill and dragging Sven with it.

"No!" Shouted the beaked male. Olaf kept smiling while they slid down the hill. "Wow, we're making really good time!" He stated in happiness. Brooklyn facepalmed himself, knowing he had to save them, gliding down to grab the sleigh, digging his talons into the ground, gritting his teeth.

But the fire reached where his hands were, touching Brooklyn's hands, making Brook cry in pain, letting go and rubbing his hands, eyes rounding in fear, the hill getting steeper, unsure what to do. He couldn't save the wagon but he could save Sven and Olaf.

Eyes narrowed in determination; Brooklyn took off into the air again, breaking Sven free from the wagon right as they reached the edge. Before he could grab Olaf the sleigh flew across a canyon, Olaf falling out of it. Brooklyn grabbed him and fell onto the other side of the ravine, the sleigh falling down to the bottom of the ravine.

Brook trembled and panted, letting Olaf go from his arms, who giggled. "Quite a ride! But hey, look! The fire's out!" He said, pointing down the ravine. The red gargoyle glared at his friend, and seconds later the sleigh exploded, making him wince. Kristoff wouldn't be happy about this.

"Oh, darn it!" Olaf muttered. Brooklyn folded his arms. "You know this is all on you, right? Dragging us all the way out here and piling up on useless items! We could've just written down all of these traditions without having to cart all this everywhere!" He snapped frustratedly. Olaf seemed to look upset for a moment, but then shrugged it off.

The snowman looked over to Sven who watched from the other side. "Ok, guys! I'm not gonna sugarcoat it. This is a bit of a setback!" Brooklyn felt like tearing his hair out right now. "Ya think?!" He roared, watching the snowman digging up a decoration. "Ooh, maybe this is salvageable!" The decoration was all burnt up and it became brittle, breaking apart. Brooklyn frowned, wondering why this snowman wasn't getting the picture. He was cold, hungry, and wanted to go home.