The North Wind smiled, a slow, gentle smile that made the ice crystals in his beard sparkle even more brightly. 'Your sheep are ready for you, little Ingrid. But the journey home is long, even with a melted path. You've been so brave; you deserve a comfortable ride.' With a soft whistle, he summoned a creature from the snowy depths of his castle.
Out from a shadowy archway padded the most magnificent polar bear Ingrid had ever seen. It was as white as freshly fallen snow, with eyes like warm honey and paws as big as dinner plates. But there was no fierce growl, only a soft 'woof' as it knelt before Ingrid, inviting her to climb onto its broad, warm back. Its fur was as soft as a cloud and wonderfully warm.
'This is Bjorn,' said the North Wind. 'He knows the way. He will carry you and your flock safely home.' Ingrid stroked Bjorn's soft fur. It felt very snug and happy, and she thanked the North Wind again, her heart overflowing with gratitude. 'Goodbye, brave Ingrid!' boomed the Wind, his voice a friendly rumble. 'Come back and visit me again, if you wish!'