Yet when they reached the old sailor, he was almost frozen stiff, and Trot and Clia had to rub his hands and nose and ears very briskly to warm him up and bring him back to life.
Cap'n Bill was pretty tough, and he came around, in time, and opened his eyes and sneezed and asked if the blizzard was over.

So the queen waved her wand over his head a few times to restore him to his natural condition of warmth, and soon the old sailor became quite comfortable and was able to understand all about the strange adventure from which he had so marvelously escaped.
"I've made up my mind to one thing, Trot," he said confidentially.
"If ever I get out o' this mess I'm in, I won't be an Arctic explorer, whatever else happens.

Shivers an' shakes ain't to my likin', an' this ice business ain't what it's sometimes cracked up to be.

To be friz once is enough fer anybody, an' if I was a gal like you, I wouldn't even wear frizzes on my hair." "You haven't any hair, Cap'n Bill," answered Trot, "so you needn't worry." The queen and Clia had been talking together very earnestly.

They now approached their earth friends, and Aquareine said: "We have decided not to remain in this castle any longer.