"I can't think what put it into mother's head to marry us both at once," said the first, "and to send us here to be married. As if there were not enough young men in the village. Who can tell what sort of fellows we shall meet here!" Then they began to quarrel. "Well," says one of them, "I'm beginning to get the cold shivers. If our fated ones do not come soon, we shall perish of cold." "It's a flat lie to say that bridegrooms get ready early. It's already dinner-time." "What if only one comes?" "You'll have to come another time." "You think he'll look at you?" "Well, he won't take you, anyhow." "Of course he'll take me." "Take you first! It's enough to make any one laugh!" They began to fight and scratch each other, so that their cloaks fell open and the cold entered their bosoms. [Illustration: There she was, a good fur cloak about her shoulders and costly blankets Round her feet.] Frost, crackling among the trees, laughing to himself, froze the hands of the two quarrelling girls, and they hid their hands in the sleeves of their fur coats and shivered, and went on scolding and jeering at each other. "Oh, you ugly mug, dirty nose! What sort of a housekeeper will you make?" "And what about you, boasting one? You know nothing but how to gad about and lick your own face. We'll soon see which of us he'll take." And the two girls went on wrangling and wrangling till they began to freeze in good earnest. Suddenly they cried out together,-- "Devil take these bridegrooms for being so long in coming! You have turned blue all over." And together they replied, shivering,-- "No bluer than yourself, tooth-chatterer." And Frost, not so far away, crackled and laughed, and leapt from fir tree to fir tree, crackling as he came. The girls heard that some one was coming through the forest. "Listen! there's some one coming. Yes, and with bells on his sledge!" "Shut up, you slut! I can't hear, and the frost is taking the skin off me." They began blowing on their fingers. And Frost came nearer and nearer, crackling, laughing, talking to himself, just as he is doing to-day. Nearer and nearer he came, leaping from tree-top to tree-top, till at last he leapt into the great fir under which the two girls were sitting and quarrelling. He leant down, looking through the branches, and asked,-- "Are you warm, maidens? Are you warm, little red cheeks? Are you warm, little pigeons?" "Ugh, Frost, the cold is hurting us. We are frozen. We are waiting for our bridegrooms, but the cursed fellows have not turned up." Frost came a little lower in the tree, and crackled louder and swifter. "Are you warm, maidens? Are you warm, my little red cheeks?" "Go to the devil!" they cried out. "Are you blind? Our hands and feet are frozen!" Frost came still lower in the branches, and cracked and crackled louder than ever. "Are you warm, maidens?" he asked.