A/N:
Hey Cookies!
Please don't kill me for making Tikki the cause of all this!
Reviews make me smile!
Ash
Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous Ladybug, or Frozen.
Chapter 2
The first thing Tikki noticed when she peered down at the Earth from her seat in the clouds, was laughter.
A child's laughter, the young goddess realized, after further inspection. There were five children, to be exact. Two boys, and three girls, all of them about the age of… five? Six, perhaps? Tikki wasn't so sure. Human years always confused her.
They weren't friends. That was for sure. They seemed to be trying to attack one another, with ammo made of what the mortals called snow.
She watched as one of the little girls mercilessly pelt the boy next to her with hand-formed bullets, and tutted.
Humans were not only destructive, but confusing. Why were they emitting little shrieks of joy, while being attacked? Why weren't any of the adults around them stopping them?
One thing was clear. Something needed to be done. If nobody else would, then it was up to her.
Scooping up a bit of cloud, Tikki carefully fashioned it into the shape of a ball, and breathed into it. Almost at once, the ball turned a brilliant blue, before fading into a white powdery substance.
Okay, maybe it was a little (a lot) bigger than the ammunition the humans were using, but they probably wouldn't notice, anyway.
She nodded at it, mentally patting herself on the back, before dropping the ball onto the Earth, straight into a pile of other snow spheres.
Then, the young spirit stood up, and cheerfully skipped away to inform The Great Spirit Fu, of her "accomplishment", completely clueless about the havoc she had just caused.
"Chloe!"
The golden-haired girl, at the call of her name, whirled around, only to be whacked in the face by a lump of snow. Wet, cold, snow. She gritted her teeth. Chloe hated the stuff. It was only because of her friends' love for playing in snow that she managed to tolerate it.
Especially Marinette.
Chloe glared at her best friend, who was rolling around in the snow laughing, before hollering over her shoulder, " Adrien! We need more ammo!"
At the mention of his name, Adrien's head snapped up. He grinned a toothy smile (two of his teeth had fallen out, Chloe noted), and pushed a pile of fresh snowballs in her direction.
Chloe nodded approvingly, before turning her attention to the wall of snow her enemies hid behind.
After analyzing the scene, the politician's daughter declared, "They're too far. We'll need to attack them directly."
Adrien, as usual, agreed. "You could ride Plagg to their fort, and attack, while I protect our fort."
"But where will I keep the snowballs? I'll be holding Plagg's reins, and I won't be able to hold the snowballs."
Chloe was worried.
The brutal force of the other team's snowballs was starting to take effect on her their fort, which was slowly starting to crumble.
"It's okay," Adrien assured her. "You could hold the reins with one hand, and you can keep about six snowballs in the other hand."
Chloe didn't have time to decipher what he was saying, as he was already pushing her towards a snoozing Plagg.
The reindeer yawned when the children started pulling him up, but obliged nonetheless, and stood up, allowing Chloe to clamber onto his back.
As soon as Adrien had given her the promised snowballs, Chloe dug her heels into Plagg's sides, and sped off towards the other fort.
A pair of bluebell eyes saw the one-child-armada approaching, and yelled, "Alya! Nino! She's coming! Get Buster ready!"
Chloe heard Marinette, and before she could stop Plagg, 'Buster' (who happened to be the biggest snowball in Paris) was launched her way.
It collided with her face first, throwing her off of her steed, and onto the suddenly tough ground.
Right away, she knew this wasn't any ordinary snowball. It melted immediately, seeping into her ears and nose.
She couldn't hear anything. She couldn't feel the tiny hands that shook her, or hear the frightened voices of her friends.
She couldn't feel her green eyes turn blue.
She could only feel the world around her turn black.
A/N:
Please don't kill me for making Tikki the cause of all this! If I should continue, go ahead and tell me in the reviews.
Also, I made this story about Chloe because I feel sorry for her, and I feel like she needs more attention from us authors (don't tell her I said that).
