Meanwhile her step-mother was saying to the old man at home: “I expect your daughter's frozen by now. Go into the forest and bring her back.” So he harnessed his horse to the sledge, and set out to fetch his daughter.
Then his wife began to watch at the window, and at last she saw her husband driving towards home, and she said to herself: “That's all right, there come the old man's daughter's bones back in the sledge.”
But the doggie outside said: “Bow, wow, bow-wow-wow! The old man's bringing his daughter home. She's blooming like the poppy-bloom, and she's got a fine present, and a new coat with a beaver collar!” And lo and behold! it was true; the old man drove up with his daughter alive and well, in her fine clothes and with her presents. “Well,” thought her step-mother, “if King Frost has given all those things to the old man's daughter, he'll give my pretty girl ever so much more.” And she said to her husband: “Take my daughter to the same place as quick as you can, and let King Frost give her a share too!”
So the old man took her daughter, left her in the forest, and then drove off home. And there the girl sat, with her teeth chattering with the cold, when lo and behold! there was King Frost coming along, and he said: “Hullo, little girl, are you warm?”
And she answered: “What's that got to do with you? Go away to where you came from!” And King Frost grew angry and blew a cold breath on to the girl, and then asked her: “Are you warm, little girl?” And she answered: “Fancy asking! You can see I'm frozen! Be quick and give me the presents, and then get away to your home.” Then King Frost began to make the girl still colder. And he kept making it colder and colder till he had frozen her through and through.