"Oh, hello!" Okay said brightly, taking in the bushes of the snow creatures engaged in either torturing or being rushed by their fellows. "Are all of you related to Marshmallow?"

As one, the cadre of snow people turned their heads to stare at Olaf, their faces wearing nearly the same aggressive visage.

Olaf's brain cells devoted to self-preservation flared to life, and he swiftly departed the yard, keeping the snow people in front of him until he felt safe enough to turn and run at top speed.