Olaf[buried under a heap of snow]He's... not here.
Anna[Elsa and Anna gasp and let sighs of relief that they found Olaf. They knelt down beside the heap of snow Olaf is buried under]Hmm... I wonder where he went.
OlafHe probably went out to look for traditions for Anna and Elsa.
Elsa[as a flashback of a young Anna and Elsa making the snowman that was Olaf]Anna made these... Years ago. When we first made you. You were the one who brought us together, and kept us connected while we were apart.
Anna[Flashback shows Young Anna slipping artwork of Olaf under Elsa's door]Every Christmas, I made Elsa a gift.
Olaf[as he is being chased by wolves, while holding onto a holiday fruitcake; desperate]Please! I know your hungry, but I need to have at least one tradition for my best friends. The fate of the world depends on it!
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[after losing all of the collected traditions to a fire, being chased by wolves and a fruitcake to a hawk, a battered Olaf falls into despair as sorrowful music plays]