After seconds of thinking, you finally got an idea to save your new mother from the heat in the sun. "I have the solution, Frostia," You explain. "How about we go to the North Pole. There's a ton of cold air there, and the sun won't be able to melt you." "A great idea," Frostia comments. "But where is the North Pole?"
You grab a stick off the ground, and draw a picture of the world in the snow. You also draw some arrows pointing towards the middle, and the top of it. "This ball that we're in is called the World," You explain. "There are a ton of different people in different areas, and the one that's the coldest is way up here. The North Pole. We are down here in the middle, and the pole is up there. We just need some transportation to help us with that." "Now that is an amazing idea," Frostia says. "But how do we get that?"