Elsa stepped out onto the balcony of her crystalline palace, the cold wind whipping through her hair. Instead of shivering, she raised her arms and laughed. Why does she seem happy?

Elsa was able to use her hands to build Olaf. How could she do this in a warm room?

Elsa stood on the peak of the North Mountain, surrounded by deep drifts of natural white snow. To build her new home,  what could she do?

"No peeking!" Anna giggled as she finished tying the thick wool scarf around Kristoff's head. "Just take five big steps forward. Trust me!" Kristoff sighed and shuffled. Why couldn't he see?

Kristoff laughed as he lobbed the round, white object high into the air. "I can see my house from heeeeere!" a high-pitched voice squealed from the sky. What part of Olaf's body was he throwing?

Olaf lay back on the beach towel, gazing up at the bright, burning sun. "This is it!" he sighed happily, watching a seagull fly overhead. Why is this not a good place for him?

The blizzard raged around Anna, the wind whipping her cloak and turning her eyelashes into heavy crescents of white. Her teeth chattered. What was the weather like outside?

Anna remembered the day that her parents went out on a ship and they never returned. What happened to them?

Olaf watched as Sven rubbed his back against a pine tree, trying to scratch a spot he couldn't reach. "Here, let me help, buddy!" Olaf chirped. He casually pulled his own left arm right out of the side of his body. How could he do this?

"I can't control it!" Elsa cried out, spinning around in a panic. A sharp blast of blue magic shot from her hand, striking Anna directly in the chest. Anna gasped, and started to turn into ice. How do you think Elsa felt? Was it purposeful?