Author Note: Sorry I wasn't clear yesterday: the story is completely written, and has EIGHT chapters. I will be posting one chapter a day. Reviews would be nice, since this story is a little out of my usual comfort zone.

Skippy the squad medic and two troopers helped the strangers into the med bay, where the med droid waited for them.

"OK, Farani, get her undressed and into the tank. An hour and she'll be good as new." Skippy ordered.

"Roger dodger, Skip. OK, lady, let's get you out of those clothes..." and he began to undress Anna, who was too woozy to object.

Elsa could object, though. "Wait! You can't take her clothes off! You're a … man!" she was shocked at the thought of her sister being naked in front of the soldiers, even though they had probably saved their lives.

Farani just looked at her in surprise. Man, woman, what difference did it make? This was a medical bay. But apparently these two women felt pretty strongly about the obsolete concept of body modesty, so he just shrugged and hollered, "Fixit! Get in here!" as he exited the room to let them have some privacy.

Elsa was hovering protectively over her sister who was sitting on a bed in the med bay. Two droids came in at Farani's summons: FX-7, known as 'Fixit', and 2-1B. Fixit looked like a skinny trash can with twenty appendages while 2-1B looked more like a person. Elsa, of course, had no experience with droids and had no idea what she was looking at.

TwoOneBee came over to Anna and asked her, "Are you strong enough to help us get you undressed?" in his metallic voice. She just looked at the droid, speechless.

Elsa was astonished, but not speechless. "Are you a knight? Why are you wearing armor?"

TwoOneBee looked at her and explained, "Madam, I am TwoOneBee, a medical droid of great skill and expertise. This woman has been wounded by an Imperial Mark-10 blaster rifle, and received first aid in the field by Medic Wes Fleetfire. We will now immerse her in the bacta tank to complete her healing process. If you are concerned, you may help her by getting her undressed and putting these garments on for use in the bacta tank." and the droid held out two white garments for Anna.

"What is a 'droid'? For that matter, what is a blaster? Or bacta?" Elsa was completely confused. None of these terms meant anything to her, but it seemed that they wanted to finished healing Anna by putting her in a tank of liquid. "If you put her in that tank of water, she'll drown!"

At this point, Skippy realized that the two strange women were totally unfamiliar with common medical techniques. And droids for that matter. He stepped up to Elsa to explain, "Ma'am, TwoOneBee is not a person in armor; he's a droid, a highly skilled robot that specializes in medicine." Elsa still looked as puzzled as she did when he started, but the med tech couldn't think of any other words to use to explain, so he just continued. "Fixit there is his assistant. We'll put a breathing mask on your … did you say, sister? ..." Elsa nodded and he went on, "So that she can breathe in the bacta tank. I promise, she won't be hurt. This will heal her in an hour or a little more, and she'll be as good as new."

Anna reached up to take Elsa's hand, "Elsa, let them do it. Whatever he did outside is starting to wear off, and I hurt. They don't seem to mean us any harm, wherever we are."

Elsa was still skeptical, but she really didn't have any choice. Wherever they were, it certainly wasn't Arendelle. Skippy left the room, just as Farani had, leaving the two women alone with the droids.

With a minimum of fussing, Elsa helped Anna get out of her clothes and into the two piece … garment that was scandalously skimpy but covered her privates and bosom for minimal modesty. Skippy returned to the room and helped Anna position the breathing mask, and they got her into the tank while Elsa wrung her hands anxiously. Anna gave her a little wave to indicate she was fine in the tank and could breathe.

"Ma'am?" Skippy touched Elsa's arm. "There's really nothing to see here until we get her out of the tank, and I think the Major would really like to talk to you and find out who you are and where you came from."

Elsa looked at him and nodded. She turned to Anna, but she looked to be sleeping. "Is she … is she asleep?"

"Yes, ma'am. Helps the healing process. She's fine. Come along now, I'll bet you could use some caf or something else for a pick-me-up, and the Major will have some in his office." Skippy tugged at her arm to lead her away.

A short walk down the hall to Major Derlin's office helped Elsa gather her wits about her. She was so confused. None of this made any sense; one minute she and Anna were on the balcony of the Ice Palace and the next they had been swallowed up by some swirling whirlpool of light that apparently brought them here, wherever 'here' might be.

Fleetfire rapped sharply on the door-frame and announced them. At the "Come" from the Major, he led Elsa into the office and indicated a chair for her to seat herself.

Derlin just looked at her dress and said, "By the Force, miss, how did you not freeze to death in that getup?"

Elsa just shrugged. She wasn't going into any detail about why cold didn't bother her until she knew more about her 'hosts'.

"Dismissed, Fleetfire. We'll talk later." Derlin nodded at the medic, who waved what could loosely be called a salute and left.

Elsa and the Major looked at each other speculatively for a few minutes. Derlin saw a slender young woman wearing an icy blue dress that was far too skimpy for the weather on this ice ball. Elsa saw a middle aged man in what was clearly a uniform that matched what the other troopers had been wearing, with what had to be rank tabs on the collar. His face was lined and grim; Elsa recognized worry lines when she saw them. This man clearly had stress and pressure to deal with.

Derlin cleared his throat and began, "Uh, ma'am. Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Elsa decided to tell him what she knew, which wasn't much. Maybe he could tell her where she and Anna had landed. "I am Queen Elsa of Arendelle, and the woman I am with is my sister, Princess Anna of Arendelle."

Before she could go any further, Derlin interrupted her, exclaiming, "Princess? The only princess we know of is Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan. Do you know her?"

"Not Alderaan, sir, Arendelle. I have never heard of a kingdom called Alderaan," Elsa replied. "May I ask your name, sir?"

The major blushed; his manners had slipped. "Ahem, my name is Major Bren Derlin of the Alliance to Restore the Republic, ma'am. I am in command of a small squad of troopers tasked with getting the last of our wounded off this Force-damned ball of ice. A task I am afraid is doomed to failure. I'm sorry that you and your sister will fall victim to the Empire along with us."

Eyeing her, he went on, "And Alderaan is not a kingdom, it is … WAS … a planet, before the thrice-damned Empire blew it to hell." The last phrase was almost a snarl and his faced twisted in memory.

"A planet? Where are we, then?" Elsa was even more confused now. "And what is this 'empire' you speak of? Is it something that conquered this 'Republic' you mentioned?"

"This ice ball is named Hoth, ma'am. We had a base here for three years until the Empire tracked us down. And, yes, the Empire overthrew the Republic, a democratic government of thousands of planets. It happened so gradually no one saw it coming." he sighed. "I can't really sum up 30,000 years of human history, or even the last 30 years. All I can tell you is that we fight against the Dark Side, against the Emperor and his minion Darth Vader."

He sat up straighter in his desk chair, "But, you, ma'am, need to explain to me where you came from and why I shouldn't simply lock you up as an Empire spy!"

Elsa was still trying to absorb what she was being told. "I wish I could tell you how I got here, or why. I am the ruler of a small, peaceful kingdom named Arendelle. It is located in the north of Europe. On a planet, I guess you would say, that is called Earth. But I am not aware of any other planet that has life on it. Certainly humans have no capability to travel between planets where I come from."

"Earth? I have never heard of a planet called Earth. And how did you survive that blizzard in that dress? You should be as frozen solid as those two storm-troopers we found. And did you see how that happened?" he glared at her.

This put Elsa in an uncomfortable position. She was unsure that this man would believe her. Truthfully, she couldn't blame him, since she had no good explanation herself for how she and Anna had arrived on this … planet? She steeled herself and decided to tell him the truth, as much truth as she understood it.

"Major, I don't know how my sister and I arrived here. We were in my kingdom, enjoying an afternoon together, when suddenly a whirlpool of light appeared and swallowed us up. We found ourselves here, in the middle of a blizzard."

She shifted uncomfortably in the chair. "As to how we survived the cold, well, my sister was dressed for it because my kingdom can have weather similar to that here. I … I am immune to the effects of cold because of … my powers."

Derlin looked at her, "Powers?"

She nodded, "Yes, I was born with the power to control … snow and ice. This makes me immune to the effects of cold. I must confess that I am the one that froze those two … storm-troopers … when they attacked my sister."

Rather than being skeptical of her assertion about her magic, Derlin simply nodded. After all, the power to control the Force was uncommon, but was an accepted part of his worldview. He just assumed Elsa was talking about some variation of the Force when she said, "Powers".

"Freezing is too good for those bastards. I should thank you for saving my squad the trouble of killing them."

She was uncomfortable with his statement, but she had no basis for judging the situation. The two storm-troopers had attacked her and Anna, and she had defended herself. "Major, you said earlier that my sister and I were doomed along with you and your people. Could you tell me what you meant?"

"What I meant is, the Empire found this hideout and attacked us. We were able to get most of our people away, but there were wounded soldiers that had to get healed up before we could evacuate them. That's why I'm here, and the two med droids. We have one beat-up GR-75 transport to get us away. The only virtue of the GR-75 is that their hulls are impenetrable by imperial sensors and are additionally equipped with jammers, making them undetectable to imperial scanners. So, if we could get off this frozen hell, we could give that Star Destroyer the slip and get to the rendezvous point with the rest of the fleet."

As far as Elsa was concerned, he could have been speaking an obscure dialect of Russian for all the information his words conveyed to her. But she just nodded as though she was following along with him.

"Unfortunately, General Veers managed to drop a new shield generator before the rest of the Impies left, and we can't get through the shield. And I don't have enough troops to capture or destroy it. So it's just a matter of time before they dig us out of our hole and kill us all. Including you and your sister, I'm afraid." He shrugged apologetically at the look of horror on Elsa's face.