(You’ve been wandering the arctic wilderness for quite a while…. And it’s just as fun as it sounds. You’re cold, probably hungry, and haven’t seen a soul for miles…. If you don’t count polar bears, caribou, and the occasional lemming.

You’re just about ready to give up, when salvation comes in the most unlikely form possible. The ground begins to shake with thunderous footsteps, and an enormous shadow falls over the landscape…. You can’t believe your eyes. One of the Greater Giants is stomping towards you, with a regular-sized man who seems strangely chill with his predicament hanging onto his shoulder.

When the big fellow see you, a befittingly gigantic grin spreads across his face. He speaks in a sonorous voice that seems to make the sky shudder, and chills go down your spine:)

Hello, little one!

(And then, he does something even more terrifying…. He bends down and REACHES for you with his humongous hand. What do you do? Run? Hide? Let him pick you up?)