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Olaf spread his arm in a wide arch to show them the view of his 'home' as he called it. "Here's the waterfall," He pointed to the large, frozen falls cascading down the mountain's crevice. "Some trees," He continued, gesturing to the beautifully frozen trees. All was as if it were art, painted by only the greatest artist in the world, meant as some illusion of a peaceful world with no evil to disrupt its harmony.
"This cliff..." Olaf gestured then to where a large cliff dangled some hundred or so feet from where they stood. "You remember it Anna," He recalled when they were being chased out of Elsa's ice castle by that big bad snow-monster. He chuckled at what he could only refer to as good times, and moved on to show the rest. "And- Ooh!" He stopped as he passed the last flower poking from the snow, just barely surviving the beginning stages of winter. "Oh! Ooh!" He cooed, bending down to smell it gently. "Look at you!" He chuckled that same, signature chuckle that only Olaf could pull off. "Little piece of summer..." He trailed off, again forgetting his friends.

Description
Olaf spread his arm in a wide arch to show them the view of his 'home' as he called it. "Here's the waterfall," He pointed to the large, frozen falls cascading down the mountain's crevice. "Some trees," He continued, gesturing to the beautifully frozen trees. All was as if it were art, painted by only the greatest artist in the world, meant as some illusion of a peaceful world with no evil to disrupt its harmony.
"This cliff..." Olaf gestured then to where a large cliff dangled some hundred or so feet from where they stood. "You remember it Anna," He recalled when they were being chased out of Elsa's ice castle by that big bad snow-monster. He chuckled at what he could only refer to as good times, and moved on to show the rest. "And- Ooh!" He stopped as he passed the last flower poking from the snow, just barely surviving the beginning stages of winter. "Oh! Ooh!" He cooed, bending down to smell it gently. "Look at you!" He chuckled that same, signature chuckle that only Olaf could pull off. "Little piece of summer..." He trailed off, again forgetting his friends.