Artemis Fowl and the Frozen Planet

by RegalPrincessOfMagic

Artemis Fowl is back and this time, he's got more than a megalomaniac pixie to handle. He's got natural disaster to avoid. Can Artemis Fowl, the only human to befriend the fairies, the one who defeated Opal Koboi and even managed to come back from the dead; can the juvenile genius defeat the inevitable?

Prologue

All around the study, computers were beeping and monitors were calling out constantly. The whole room was a cacophony of synchronised sounds and computerised buzzing. And in the middle of all of this, Artemis Fowl Junior sat in his wheelie chair, darting from computer to computer as he analysed the situation. His brow furrowed, he stared at the computer screen in front of him. Why was the space program he had created warning him about something which was impossible for the time period he was living it? It was scientifically impossible. But at the same time, the program had been created by Artemis; there was no doubt that it was wrong, it was just simply not possible. So, frustrated and for once beaten, he leaned back in his seat and meditated. Now was the time to make sense of everything and understand the situation.

"Artemis," A low voice sounded from outside. It was childlike, but not. "Hmm, probably Myles. Not now."

But unfortunately his silent thinking time was interrupted by a playful shriek and a crash. "ARTEMIS! BECKETT WANT PLASTOCIENE! BECKETT NOT HAPPY WITHOUT PLASTOCIENE!" Artemis' younger twin brother, Beckett crashed through the study door and bashed on the table with his plump fists, alarming Artemis. Artemis sighed irately and replied, "I don't know where the plastociene is Beckett. Maybe ask Myles or Mother." But then it hit him. Pleistocene! "Beckett! I never thought I'd be saying this but you're a genius!"

Then another person entered the study, "On the contrary Artemis, I would think you are rather mistaken. Beckett is far from a genius. But, as an answer to Beckett's no doubt still formulating question, I do not know where the plastociene is."

Artemis sighed, "Well then, have you tied asking mother?"

"Yes," the twins replied warily. Despite their obvious differences, Myles and Beckett still managed to pull of the simplest of canny twins tricks; synchronised speech. "Very well. Forget about the plastociene, and let us start thinking about Pleistocene. Or to be more specific and correct-"

At that point, Myles cut Artemis off and stated smugly, "Yes, I know Artemis. The Pleistocene age. The most recent ice age- It occurred around ten thousand years ago and covered thirty percent of the Earth's surface." Causing Artemis to chuckle and fondly ruffle his brother's hair. He had always said Myles was cut from the same cloth as himself- and once more Myles didn't fail to prove it. "Well done Myles. Now, what would you say if my equipment said that another ice age which could devastate the Earth was going to occur in less than a week?"

Myles' brow furrowed, and he said, "That is scientifically impossible. The next ice age is predicted to be in another thousand years. I am sure your instruments are faulty Artemis. Nothing can compare to science."

At this point, Beckett had lost interest in the conversation and wandered off to find Angeline, but neither Artemis nor Myles paid any attention to that. Artemis beckoned his brother to take a look at the scanner, and when Myles did so, his expression turned into a mixture of shock, incredulity and worry. "But Artemis, it's just not possible!"

Artemis eyed the scanner nervously. As much as he was hoping this was a fluke, it was highly unlikely. The program had been designed by he himself, which meant it would be near to flawless. A uncomfortable, niggling feeling told him that this was no fluke. "Nothing is not possible." He whispered.