"THE CHRISTMAS OF SOLAN AND LUDVIG" "East of south   and west of north   lies a small village where time has stood still." "A place called Flåklypa." "As Christmas comes to Flåklypa,   quiet descends on the village." "Except where bicycle repairman Reodor Felgen and his friends live." "Felgen has invented such impossible contraptions   as the Star Banger' a combined telescope and mallet." "A two-ton diesel-powered lighter." "And a mechanical clothes brush with social antennas." "He has broken the sound barrier, but avoids social gatherings." "A little more Felgen Special will speed things up!" "Gosh, no!" "This'll end in disaster." "Ludvig is a pessimist." "Afraid of the dark in broad daylight." "He got a new hairdo after a run-in with a scythe." "Sometimes he gets so afraid he has to hold his own hand." "He has gone through the ice, some schooling and many a sickness." "Ludvig might have a point, Solan." "Take it easy." "Turn that frown into a smile." "Nothing can go wrong here!" "Solan is Ludvig's polar opposite." "A pathological liar,   he is open to everything but audits and liquor strikes." "When not dealing with one of his frequent bouts of sick leave." "Shouldn't we wait for snow before we go sledding?" "Maybe." "Or maybe not!" "Did I use too much Felgen Special?" "We should have waited for snow." "I'm in full control!" " Right or left?" " I don't vote!" "I can't see anything!" "How did it go, Solan?" "Great, if he had kept his eyes on the road." " What road?" " Look at the sled!" "This GlideMax 1000 won't be on the market for a while." "How hard can it be, Ludvig, to open your eyes and steer?" "Don't blame Ludvig." "It was your fault too." " Me?" "I said we should wait for snow!" " Is that what you said?" "The paper says that snow is on its way." "They've had that headline before." "To no avail." "Relax, Ludvig." "I won't use this mix again." " Promise?" " Of course he does." "You can always count on Reodor." "Last one in is a rotten egg!" "You gonna wait outside till dark?" "No way!" "Imagine how fast that sled would go in the snow!" "No don't imagine that." "Right snow." "Snow is what's lacking." "That affects the youths' plans of gracefully skiing to Olympic glory." "No snow on the Yuletide decorations   also puts a damper on people's desire to holiday shop." "Not to mention those who have purchased new shoveling gear." "But the weather gods are merciless in this area." "To the chagrin of Flåklypa's newspaper editor Frimand Pløsen." "He keeps himself upright with plenty of starch   and a hope of increased sales." "He also has a tendency to always guarantee good weather." "But this winter Pløsen has misinterpreted his readers." "His continual guarantees of snow   have turned their anger toward the free press." "Hey Pløsen!" "Where's that snow you promised?" "Where is the snow?" "How can I run a store with no holiday spirit?" "But this lack of support   has not affected the sleeping habits of Pløsen's assistant, " " Melvin Snerken." "A sports journalist with a chronic fear of work." "He has removed his tonsils and taken a course in classic polka." "Over the years he has missed out on a number of sporting events." "Melvin!" "Let me finish my story on the handball game between Alvdal and Tynset." " That game is tomorrow." " I'm ahead of schedule!" "Melvin, we have a problem." " No one is buying our paper." " Too many weather stories?" " Weather stories sell papers!" " You wrote about snow in September." " And we sold lots of papers!" " But we are always wrong." "No sooner or later it has to snow!" "So here is tomorrow's headline." "This will save our newspaper." " More snow?" "!" " Yes." "Guaranteed this time, Melvin." "But what if it doesn't snow?" "We'll be the laughingstock of Flåklypa." "True." "Reodor Felgen:" "Inventor of Everything" "But he who laughs last, Melvin,   is the last one to laugh!" " Good the mice are willing to work." " Oh, your Christmas cards are finished." "Let the calm of Christmas descend!" "We still have to bake, decorate and shop before we're ready." "Anything else?" "Snow!" "There is no Christmas without snow!" "Hello, Pløsen." "How may I help you?" "We have written quite a bit about the weather lately." "And it would be best for our village if some snow actually fell." "Wouldn't be bad for your paper, either." "My primary concern is for Flåklypa's big, and small residents." "But the paper says we can expect snow any day." "True." "Particularly if we got some..." "help." " Help?" " Yes, aren't you an inventor?" "Can't you invent something that makes it snow?" "It sure would help me." "I mean, Flåklypa." "I may be an inventor, but I don't mess with nature." "And the paper's problems are your own fault." "But don't you want Christmas?" "Won't we have Christmas?" "Of course we will." "That's why I'm too busy." "You'll just have to hope for the best." "I knew I couldn't count on you!" "You may be good with bikes, but not with snow." "I could if I wanted to." "But I don't want to." "No, you have always only thought about yourself." "Always!" "Only thought about yourself!" "Reodor!" "That editor is quite a character." "Want me to follow him?" "I can spy on him." "Wow!" "It's backwards!" "And he claimed I'm no good?" "Nonsense!" "Imagine if Christmas doesn't come." "Gosh." "You can relax." "My tail feathers tingle when snow is on its way." "And all they feel now is heat from the oven." "Snow!" "Is something wrong with my tail?" "This isn't snow, Ludvig." "This is a feather." "Cuckoo!" "Poor bunny rabbit." "You changed into your winter fur without checking the forecast?" "Don't worry." "I'm not dangerous." "I've never been dangerous." "If there was snow, you would have been invisible." "But anyone can see you when the ground is bare." "I might as well stop buying this paper." "It's full of lies." " What's on your mind?" " Everyone wants snow." "Ludvig has a point." "Think of everyone   who has a GlideMax 1000 that they can't ride." "For example." "Can't you do something, Reodor, so we know Christmas will come?" " A little snow would be nice." " No." "You heard me, boys." "Yeah." "I guess it's true what Pløsen said." "He can't do it." "It'll start snowing eventually." "But I may just have something up my sleeve." "Yes!" "And it would be fun to show Pløsen that I actually can make snow." "Here we go!" "Snow cannons." "Cannons?" "That can't be safe." "Snow cannons only shoot snow." "Don't be such a chicken." "Now, now, boys." "Let's see..." "If I enlarge the air intake   and calibrate the jets with twin turbo inlets, " " Flåklypa will be guaranteed snow on Christmas Eve!" " Maybe it will be like in '75." " How's that?" "There was so much snow that even downhillers had to ski uphill." "The winner of one race didn't cross the finish line until Easter!" "Look out!" "You'd better stay out of the workshop until I'm done." " Will it take long?" " Not at all." "But I need peace and quiet to make snow." " And blizzards!" " You won't make a blizzard, will you?" "Not at all." "This snow machine will be meticulously tested." "Uh-oh!" "Right, this mixture had a little too much oomph." "Don't forget all our other Christmas projects." "You'll have to take care of them." "The list is in the kitchen." " I'm a little worried, Solan." " You always are, Ludvig." "I know." "And that worries me too." "Snow..." "Let's see..." "GINGERSNAPS" "Oops." "Once Reodor gets started on an invention he is unstoppable." "To make enough snow, he needs chemical compositions   unlike anything he's worked with before." "And that leaves the household chores up to two clueless characters." "A Christmas tree would help." "You take care of that, Ludvig." "Find one that isn't too tall." "Or wide." "Or skinny." "Or small." "And not a birch!" "Don't worry." "Snow's on its way." "And then you'll be totally invisible." "And then Christmas will come." "Not too tall." "Not too wide." "And not a birch." "That bush needs some styling." " If I combine..." " Where are the Christmas decorations?" "Yes, that should work." "And then I'll take the third   with some..." "These are old bills!" "Yes, that can work!" "If Reodor keeps this up, we won't have snow or Christmas!" "What're you doing up there?" "You get dizzy if your socks are too thick." "Relax." "Reodor will fix everything once his machine is done." "Reodor is not the type to give up." "And he isn't the only one dedicated to his job." "Some people go too far, without even being aware of it." "Snow!" "Snow..." "I suppose it can't hurt." "What is it with you?" "It's the day before Christmas Eve!" "I know." "And no snow today either." "Is there any coffee?" " No." " Then do something about it." " What's this?" " Coffee." "It might taste a little like scarf." " We're out of coffee." " Fine." "I'll take care of this myself." " Do you have any money?" " 200 kroner." "And I have 20." "That makes 110 each." "Let's take the Rubber-Band-Mobile." "Make sure you don't wind it too tight." "Ready?" " No." " Here we go!" "Do you know how much this shovel cost?" "It's your fault there isn't any snow!" "I can't make it snow." "You promised us snow!" "How can we ever trust you again?" "Just shut down the paper!" "As mailman, I can't walk around carrying a lie." "When will we see snow?" "We store owners depend on snow!" " When can I try my skis?" " Calm down!" "I should have invested in stocks instead of a shovel!" "It stopped snowing as soon as you wrote about snow!" "A coincidence?" "I don't think so!" "Please let me work in peace!" "Either you leave or I stay!" "And it turned out to be a very exciting game..." " Stop sleeping at work." " Where else can I sleep?" " Don't you have a story to write?" " No one buys our paper anyway." "How did we end up here, Melvin?" "We used to make wonderful papers." "EDITOR EXPOSES CORRUPTION!" "EDITOR FIRST THROUGH BERLIN WALL!" "SPORTSWRITER DECIDES RACE" "Why don't we start over?" "Start writing real stories?" "What's the point?" "I'll always be the editor who broke his promise of snow." " Melvin, I have to fire you." " Me?" "But a newspaper needs a journalist!" "True." "But I already have one." "One that works for free!" "Behold!" "I saved this Felgen invention for an emergency:" "The Press Robot 3000!" "With headline processor, scandal module and low entertainment expenses." "I am from Flåklypa Times." "I need info." "Golly." "Have you paid your back taxes?" "How can you explain that?" "Do you have any close ties to business leaders?" "Not rapid-fire journalism!" "Turn it off!" "What did you feel when you crossed the finish line?" "What did you feel about what you felt?" "Switch it over to cultural journalism!" "You can't replace me with that." "I'll work for free." "Relax." "I'm not going to fire you." "Then I won't work for free." "Soon there'll be no newspaper at all." " Unless it starts snowing." " We'll have to hope for a miracle." "What in the inverted chicken gizzard..." "Something's wrong, and that just ain't right." "OK, this'll be my last attempt." "Well, I have never...!" "Will you look at that!" "What should we buy?" "Reodor always does our C hristmas shopping." "How hard can it be?" "A rib roast, aquavit, some candy." " We can handle this!" " I wish Reodor were here." "Let's buy the groceries, and let Reodor finish his snow machine." "I'd better put it in reverse." " Think we got everything?" " What could we have forgotten?" "Snow, perhaps?" "Come, Ludvig!" "Wait, Solan, we want to interview you for the paper." "You have so many interesting stories." "Did you hear when I went to Italy and ran for Pope?" "It was close until the very end." "Francis only won because one of the cardinals voted twice." "Fascinating." "I hear you're the architect behind a new snow machine?" "Oh that?" "That's pretty much Reodor's project." "But I have been an inspiration to him." " Is the machine finished?" " Yes." "When Solan and Reodor work together, things get done!" "Interesting." "Thank you for the interview." "I wonder what picture of me they'll use." "Was it wise to tell him about the machine?" "Relax, Ludvig." "What could possibly go wrong?" "This version is too powerful." "It needs some adjustment." ""Christmas is saved!"" "No." "Wait." ""Here comes the snow." "And this time it's true!"" " Is it snowing?" " Soon." "Reodor Felgen has invented a snow machine." " I have it from a reliable source." " Really?" "Who?" "Solan Gundersen." "You can't trust his stories." "Remember when he claimed he was the first Norwegian on the moon?" "This should make it easier to adjust." "This is too loose." "Hello there." "Yes, I have made a snow machine." "But it isn't finished quite yet." "I'd rather you didn't come." "This is precision work for skilled hands only." "This coffee sure tastes odd." "Hello?" "Hello?" "Reodor has had many strange experiences over the years." "But he has never been invisible before." "And not only is he invisible." "From the lack of cursing, we can tell his voice is gone as well." " Strange." "He hung up." " Maybe he wants it for himself?" "Here Comes the Snow?" "No, he can't be that selfish!" "That snow machine is for everyone." "And me in particular!" "Don't eat all your licorice, Ludvig." "It has to last through Christmas." " I'm almost out." " How many did you buy?" " Three." " Three won't last through Christmas!" " I've never Christmas shopped before." " I know, Ludvig." "Tr to make that one last." "Too late." "With no voice, it's hard to cry out for help   or reassure those family members still visible." "But Reodor has always been resourceful." "If he can make himself disappear, he can make himself reappear." "He just has to work methodically and be open to new ideas." " Reodor?" " He must be in the workshop." " Where's the pickled herring?" " Huh?" " Didn't you buy it?" " I don't like it." "What kind of excuse is that, you nincompoop?" " I don't know." "A good one, I hope?" " I've had enough of this Ludvig." "I'm going to give Reodor an uncensored piece of my mind." "With greetings from Solan Gundersen." "It's time I took care of things!" "Ludvig, go over to the workshop and get him." "Come on, it's time you did something!" "If you're invisible and speechless, it's best to keep a low profile." "Who knows what Ludvig might do if cornered?" "Reodor?" "Are you here?" "Can you come over to the house if you've finished the snow machine?" "Is someone here?" "Holy moly!" "Holy moly!" "Didn't you find Reodor?" "You look like you've seen a ghost." "Something wasn't right over there." "A hat was floating around the room." " Sure you haven't had some of this?" " Cross my heart." " Did you say ghost, Solan?" " Bah!" "Don't talk nonsense!" "Ghosts?" "I'm sure there's a natural explanation." "Like thieves, maybe." "We've had uninvited guests there before." "Or it could be a draft." "And that's bad too." "I once experienced a draft so powerful " " I woke up on the other side of the room!" "Drafts!" "Oh, gosh!" "There it is!" "This old thing?" "It can't float." " This is Reodor's hat." " Is Reodor here?" "No you can see he's in his workshop." "Reodor!" "Maybe there is a draft in here?" "Reodor?" "Good evening." "May I speak to the inventor?" " Eh, no." " No?" "But you can speak?" "Sure." "Ever since I learned how to." "Is this the snow machine I have heard about?" " Yeah." " And it works?" " I don't think..." " Everyone wants snow for Christmas!" "Remember that." "It works." "It works!" "It's snowing!" "Merry Christmas!" "I'll just borrow it so we can make some snow in town." "I'll return it as soon as possible." "You have saved Christmas, Ludvig!" "Snow is on its way!" "Don't worry." "Snow is on its way." "Then no one will bother you." "If you ever become invisible and would rather not be,   you can use Reodor's visibility remedy." "Mix mature cheese, cod liver oil, vinegar and diesel oil." "Boil for eight hours." "A concoction like that will render anyone visible." "Reodor's cup?" "I thought we were out of coffee." "This'll be good." "But what..." "What..." "Fortunately Reodor can write a note   and reassure Solan that he will soon be better." "And encourage him not to upset Ludvig more than necessary." "This leads to a firm, yet invisible handshake, as well as a hug." "What are you up to now, Pløsen?" "More lies and deceit?" "Lies?" "I have told you it will snow, and now it will!" "I'll believe it when I see it." "You're a laughingstock!" "Both you and your idiotic newspaper!" "I'll show them." "I'll show them one and all!" "Snow." "Snow!" "Solan?" "Guess what's happened!" "Solan, look out the window." "It's about to snow!" "Once we have snow, everything will be OK." "FLURRIES" "SNOW" "Snow!" "IT'S SNOWING!" "HEAVY SNOW" "We Can Expect Loads of Snow!" "So the newspaper is saved?" " Now you're awake!" " I can never sleep at night." "I wonder why?" "Anyway, we are saved." "There will be loads of snow." "The forecast doesn't call for any." " Those amateurs are clueless!" " And you aren't?" "Reodor Felgen has made a snow machine!" " Let's hope he doesn't switch it off." " That won't be a problem." "IRRITATING SNOW FALL" "You were right after all, Pløsen." "Greetings to your wife and kids." " The editor is not married." " It's never too late." "Good morning!" "Solan!" "It's snowing!" "Solan, it's..." "It's snowing Solan!" "Reodor!" "Reodor is back!" "Reodor!" "Reodor?" "Being buried in a pile of snow is not newsworthy." "It's snowing, so being buried in snow is a given." "Start digging, and eventually you'll find your way out." "You'd think people had never seen snow before." "Melvin!" "Up and two and down and up and twist and..." "Someone's going to get hurt in this snow." "Maybe I should turn it off." "Hello?" "In 1932 a seemingly unbeatable record was set here." "It's about to be beat." "Is that a story for you?" "EDITOR SETS NEW SNOW RECORD!" "CIRCULATION UP" "Hello?" "Hello Pløsen?" "Are you there?" "Thank you for the tip." " What were you going to turn off?" " Nothing." "New Snow Record!" "Holy moly, that's a lot of snow!" "Christmas is no fun without Reodor around." "Reodor!" "There you are!" "Where have you been?" "I drank some chemicals and became invisible." "Hands off." "We've had enough invisibility around here." "So I made a visibility remedy for me and Solan." "Solan?" "You can show Ludvig now." "We'll make that beak visible again." "Drink this, Solan." "There, there, Solan." "What's the rush?" "Take it easy while I make a new batch." "You'll have your beak back in time to sing carols." "But for now, the rest of us can enjoy the silence." "I'm glad it started snowing, so we don't need my snow machine." "To be honest, it wasn't very reliable." "INSANE SNOW FALL" "There, there, Solan." "I said it takes a while to make." "Do you have a tummyache?" "Your arm?" "Does your arm hurt?" "Oh, the time!" "Are we late for something?" "Do we have to get to the store?" "Right!" "The store is about to close and we have to Christmas shop." "It's good you're on top of things." "Let's head to town." "We can't go anywhere in this snow." "Let's see what we have in the pantry." "This won't be much of a Christmas." "We can be thankful Solan can't speak right now." "Hang on!" "I think I have an idea." "It's a little early to unwrap presents." "But this is an emergency." "Go ahead, Solan." "Maybe you recognize this?" "The GlideMax 1000?" "Painted in fashionable colors,   with lubricated runners and an aerodynamic profile." "This baby will blow your slippers off." "0-100 in ten seconds flat." "No!" "Don't touch that button just yet." "It's more than fast enough as it is." "Don't worry, Ludvig." "I have something for you too." "Here, Ludvig." "That isn't just any old backpack." "That is a GT Super C arrier XL." "With avalanche rescue undies, dual airbag,   air brake and flotation device." "In the side pocket is a walkie-talkie   with noise filter and ergometric buttons." "You can't get any safer than this!" "Although, you're always safest at home." "You don't have to come if you don't want to." "That will leave more room for food anyway." "True." "And rib roast and licorice is important." "We won't forget either." "We'll be home before dark all right?" "I'll steer and you handle the throttle...!" "EXTRA:" "Finally a Snow Record" " Sure it'll be a record?" " Nothing can ruin this now!" "No!" "What's Reodor doing here?" "Maybe he wants to check that the snow machine is OK?" " What's the matter?" " Melvin, can you keep a secret?" "Of course!" "Did you know the mailman eats the cheese from your fridge?" " No." " Exactly." "Because I can keep a secret." "Anyway." "I have the snow machine." "Reodor does not know." " Is that such a good idea?" " I'm setting a snow record!" "Every paper in the country will write about us!" "The national papers!" "Maybe we can go to the Press Club, with its free bar!" " A bar!" " Yes." "We have to make sure no one sabotages this." " You have to guard the snow machine!" " Me?" "Not in this weather." "Very well." "I know someone who won't mind at all." "I'm coming, Solan." "I just have to get Ludvig's licorice." "It doesn't look very stable." "A little more now, and the snow record is ours." "Where have you been?" "Ludvig is waiting for us." "Have you followed someone?" "I don't understand." "There!" "Now the Press Robot is set to   "investigative reporter with a yen for sensations"." " What if someone gets too close?" " That will be ugly, Melvin." "Ugly!" "Set the agenda." "Ignore any ethical codes." "The Press Robot I made for Pløsen?" "What is it doing here?" "My snow machine!" "Drag me backwards into my tool chest!" "How did Pløsen get his hands on that?" "Do you know anything about this?" "What are you doing here?" "Any comment?" "Why run if you're innocent?" "I caught you red-handed!" "Have you withheld taxes on any gifts?" "Are your hands and feet tied?" "You can sit here." "You tin-can journalist!" "Can I quote you on that?" "Are you pleased with your effort?" "Yes!" "VIOLENT BLIZZARD" "SNOW RECORD FROM 1932" "Soon the record is ours, Melvin." "This calls for a celebration!" "This is a scoop." "Prepare to thank self for making this possible." "Try one more time, Solan." "We have to free ourselves." "Can't you try to move, Solan?" "I'm completely stuck." "NEW ICE AGE" "If someone doesn't turn off that snow machine Flåklypa will be buried!" "It's hopeless." "Even if someone came up here to the church steeple,   the guard robot sees everything." "They'd have to be invisible." "I'm gonna to regret this." "Ten, nine, eight,   seven, six, five,   four, three, two, one..." "Hooray!" "Now turn it off." "Flåklypa is practically buried." "Yes." "But..." " Would that be such a bad thing?" " Of course it would!" "If our village disappeared, the whole world would be interested." "We'll be in the news everywhere!" "And I'll be known as the world's greatest journalist!" " You're insane!" " No!" "I'm an editor!" "My house!" "I can't find it!" "But imagine the headline: "Man Loses House in Snow." Isn't that wonderful?" "This sure is dangerous." "Hello?" "Is anyone there?" "Don't you dare!" "This watchdog never sleeps." "Boy, am I scared." "I didn't think it was possible to be this scared." "How can someone be this scared?" "What is this?" "I recognize this fur." "Ludvig is invisible and has come to rescue us!" "Let's turn off this contraption." "How do you like the weather?" "Is that your final answer?" "?" "Where is Ludvig?" "What are your vacation plans?" "Ludvig, you saved us!" "But it was my fault." "I'm the one who let Pløsen take the snow machine." "Finally my beak is back!" "You nincompoop!" "There, there, Solan." "We all make mistakes." "Pløsen can be pretty persuasive." "I know that from experience." "And now it's over." "This was almost too easy." " What's that?" " The world's biggest snowball!" "What?" "Did you say the world's biggest?" "We're doomed!" "I'll give you 10,000 kroner for your skis!" ""As the snow continues to fall and a huge snowball emerges,   people cry out in despair!"" "What a story!" "I may be an optimist, but that is not good." "We have to reverse the machine." "Then all the snow should get sucked back into it." "But the entrance is blocked by snow." "With enough speed, we can jump into the tower." "Jump...?" "With what?" "Ludvig?" " There he is!" " Today we are testing sleds." " Let's see..." " What's that?" "Ludvig's avalanche rescue undies." "They're to keep ski tourists from getting lost." "But necessity is the mother of invention." " Did you miss?" " That's odd." "I was sure I..." "Now it's time to stop this rascal." "Look out!" "Is this sled approved for road use?" "Some sleds are so fast!" "?" "There is a threat to..." "What are you feeling right now?" "I'm feeling good!" "There!" "Now the rest should be simple." "I wouldn't be so sure." " Oh, no!" " Oh, yes!" "That does not look good!" "This is the end!" "We have to reverse the snow machine." "It's our last hope!" "We're doomed!" "What a headline:" ""We Are Doomed!"" "Full speed ahead!" "Hit the red button!" "It's up to me and you now, Ludvig!" " I'll dig my way in." " Oh, no you don't!" "This is the weather story of the century." " Flåklypa is about to disappear!" " But my newspaper will live forever!" "We're saved!" "I think I'll take my vacation now." "Ludvig?" "Ludvig!" "What can have happened to Ludvig?" "If I ever see him again, " " I'll never say another bad word about him." "You nincompoop!" "Do you have a death wish?" "Isn't your hair short enough as it is?" "I'm gonna..." "Give you the world's biggest hug!" "I think we should throw this away." "Good idea." "You invented it after all." "But someone else was careless with it." "Careless?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "I've been waiting for you to lose your footing, Pløsen." "It's Christmas time, Ludvig." "Golly." "So we'll have Christmas even though there isn't any snow?" " It looks like it." " Let's go home and celebrate." "Where's the snow, Pløsen?" " Greetings to your sister and kids." " I'm not married." "And you don't have any legs, either!" "Does this mean I get a new present?" "We'll see about that." "Set the table." "The roast is almost ready." "No, Ludvig." "This is for you now." "Now it starts snowing!" "Now that we're history." "Speaking of history..." "I found the old press we used to make papers with." "But nothing has happened." "What can we write about?" "Hang on." "IT'S SNOWING" " What do you think about this?" " No, please." "We have written enough about the weather." "Let's find a real story." " What do you say?" " I say:" "Hooray!" "Merr Christmas, Melvin." "Merry..." "Christmas?" "That means I get 100% overtime!" "It isn't dangerous, Ludvig." "This is real snow." "I know." " Where are you going?" " Out." "Do you dare go out alone in the dark?" " Drag me backwards!" " Ludvig has learned a lot today." "I brought you some food, since it's Christmas." "There's no need to be afraid." "Not everthing is as dangerous as you think."