ice harvester should be a scent by old spice

Hello ladies.

Look at your man.

Now back to me.

Now back at your man.

Now back to me.

Sadly, he isn’t me, but if he stopped being a kingdom usurping prince and became an ice harvester, he could smell like me.

Look down. Back up. Where are you? You’re on a sled with the man your man could smell like.

What’s in your hand? Back at me. I have it. It’s a bag with two mittens to keep your hands warm.

Look again. The mittens are now a fire crystal.

Anything is possible when your man smells like an ice harvester and not a prince.

I’m on a reindeer.