...I gave him my socks first. I couldn't...I couldn't carry him, so I ran to the costume shop and got whatever warm clothing I could grab. And then...the lockers...they were warm, so...I...

[She starts to lose it again.]

I brought him there...thinking he'd be all right in the morning...!

[Though she is a child of the Alps and their culture, she is also a privileged child. Cold the way Mumble was cold...it simply never happened. Cold, for her, is fixed by sitting by a nice fire, in a warm blanket. A nice cup of cocoa.

It always got better in the morning.]