‘We have driven fast!’ said she, ‘but no one likes to be frozen; creep under my bear-skin,’ and she seated him in the sledge by her side, and spread her cloak around him— he felt as if he were sinking into a drift of snow.
‘Are you still cold?’ asked she, and then she kissed his brow. Oh! her kiss was colder than ice. It went to his heart, although that was half frozen already; he thought he should die. It was, however, only for a moment; directly afterwards he was quite well, and no longer felt the intense cold around.
‘My sledge! do not forget my sledge!’—he thought first of that—it was fastened to one of the white fowls which flew behind with it on his back. The Snow Queen kissed Kay again, and he entirely forgot little Gerda, her grandmother, and all at home.
‘Now you must have no more kisses!’ said she, ‘else I should kiss thee to death.’

PART THE SECOND
A LITTLE BOY AND A LITTLE GIRL