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Battle Reports (Deliver directly to Sally):
After failure to make proper trade agreements with the kingdom of Arendelle, war has been declared.
It did not go well.
At all.
In the least amount.
I cannot stress enough just how badly we've been mistaken.
We have reason to believe Arendelle possesses a powerful refrigeration weapon, that allows for the creation of snow, blizzards, superdense frozen liquid out of either air, water, or pre-existing snow. Along with this, they appear to possess the ability to make rudimentary artificial intelligence out of snow or snow alone. I recommend strongly that you make peace with them.
Recent Dispatch from New Vegas, directly to the current president:
Listen; I understand that the desire to gain resources, but couldn't you have just tried to, you know, not declare war on valuable trade partners, of which we have the only portal that is open more than once a year? It has taken me forever to properly design the thing, and it appears you decided to waste it. I understand your desire to expand the NCR, but when you put the ENTIRE NCR at risk by attacking a MAGICAL SNOW QUEEN, it doesn't seem like a bright idea, now, does it? Seriously. I've seen you do some INCREDIBLY dumb things, and have busted you out of this, but the fallout. I won't bust you out this time, you will get NO supplies from New Vegas to fund this stupid endeavour. And know, that when the fallout comes, I'll ensure that you'll be frozen in that state.
Frozen in Fallout. Hope you don't mind frostbite... (Oh god, that's the worst pun I've written. And you know, Joshua, that I've written some really, REALLY bad puns.)
Date: 2283 AD /17? AD, October 10.
Downloading... Complete.
Hiding the remnants of the camp we set up, in one of the tents. I had to remove the sound chip from my mom's old pipboy 2000 so nothing hears me while I type. There are things, outside. The tent is covered in the cold white stuff that seems to be prevalent in this area.
I'm gonna write what they are down, before I try to find my way back to the gate. The first thing is that they're large and made of snow. This is probably the most accurate fact, but I'm not a poet, alright? They're large, made of snow with empty eye sockets, with spikes made of a blue stone or glass, and tend to impale things with them. They're large, they don't feel pain, and shooting them makes them ANGRY.
Then there was a woman. Cloaked in dust and fog, I watched as she... [i]zapped[/i] my squadmates, for lack of a better word, with some sort of device up her sleeves, and I watched as my squadmates were turned into blue stone in a near INSTANT.
I did what any sensible man would do, and ran as far as I could.
I'm almost certain the majority of the army is dead, and the only reason I'm alive is that I failed at shooting the woman with my old laser pistol, and that I shot a soldier behind her.
It... didn't help me much, just made her angrier.
She unleashed a storm, right at my face, pretty much burying me alive. She retreated, soon after, while I was buried in snow. The only reason I'm still alive is because a wolf tried to eat me alive after he dug me up, then I had to run from one of the snow blobs, and now I'm hiding from it. I saw some of them take a few people away during battle, all I can hope is that they didn't suffer with what they did to them.
I'm activating my distress signal, all I can hope is that helps comes.
