Anya and her sisters cheer as they sail through the giant's legs. Their cries of joy are short-lived when they see the glacier up ahead.

"Right girls, any ideas?" she asks.

They all three look at the monk. "What's your name?" Laurels croons. It is her monk afterall.

"Liafwin." the monk replies and smiles hopefully.

"Well, Liafwin do you see that tree there?" His smile slips as Laurels points to the tree. "You will make us a pair of skis out of that tree so we can slide the boat across this glacier." She smiles sweetly as the monk's face pales.