_{“I know, buddy. Stick close. We’re almost out,” Jack told him without turning around, holding out his hand for Olaf to put his little stick fingers in. Every few feet, he’d tap the nearest wall of the cave with the end of his staff, letting the small burst of magic as frost began to creep out be the tiny light to guide them. It was definitely not much, but it was better than wandering around lost, waiting to bump into a wall – or something much worse.}

    _{All the winter spirit could do was hope they found the exit before something a lot less friendlier than he was would find them.}