This story will have spoilers for Frozen, just so you know. Disclaimer: We do not own Kingdom Keepers or Frozen.

Maybeck's POV

"So we chop ice." I said, staring down at the frosty sea.

"Like Kristoff." Philby replies, staring down too.

"Why can't we be somewhere warm?" I complained, digging my rake into the ice. The air was bitter cold and I swore at least two of my toes had already gotten frostbite.

"Just start chopping." Our metal tools clanked, making sort of a beat. And then it hit me.

"Dear Lord, please don't tell me we have to sing that song Frozen Hearts." I worried. Singing was not my forte.

Philby started laughing really hard. I looked at him confusingly.

"Sorry, I just had an image of you singing on Broadway with jazz hands and sequins on."

I nudge him hard in the arm. He slipped on the ice and fell hard onto the ice. I laughed so hard at him.

Then I took some leftover snow, rounded it up in a ball and started pegging them at him. He put his arm up to guard his face and started to through more snow back at me.

"Oh it's so on," I smirked, and started launching as many snowballs as I could as Philby did the same.

It became a full out snowball fight. I ambushed Philby and again pushed him over. Then shortly after, I dumped a big pile of snow right on him.

"Snow in my pants! Snow IN MY PANTS!" Philby exclaimed as I almost died laughing.

"Since you two fools think this all is a joke, why don't you go get some more wood for the fire." A husky voice says behind us. We turn around (Well, I turned around. Philby just flopped over) to see Kristoff standing there, Sven not to far behind.

Kristoff was about my size and had a grappling hook and rope hanging on his belt. He held up two axes, one in each hand.

"Uhh... Yes sir?" Philby meekly says. I kick him in the shin. "Ouch?!" He harshly whispers at me, giving me a what-the-heck look. I glare at him and turn back to Kristoff.

"Whatever." I mutter, yanking the axes out of his hands and walk off. Philby shook the snow out of his long johns and ran to catch up with me.

"What the heck dude? That wasn't nice!" He took one of the axes out my hand.

"What wasn't nice?"

"Your attitude towards Kristoff."

"It's a man thing, you wouldn't understand."

He throws his hands out with an open mouth. He shakes his and drops his arms. "You know what?! It's just not worth it. Just go find some wood and meet me back here in 20 minutes." And he walks off.

I enter the snowy woods. The snow rose to my knees, making walking difficult. I went to the closest tree and started chopping off low branches. Man this would be easier with a chainsaw.

I was about 15 minutes into chopping, working on my second tree. The tree fell down while I yelled "TIMBER!" Then that Pitbull song got stuck in my head. I started whistling "It's going down, I'm yelling timber!" As I picked up the tree and started dragging it.

Philby's scream filled the crisp air, echoing off the mountains. I drop everything and sprint off towards the scream. When I arrive, I see something I never would have expected.

It turns towards me and gasps. It smiles and walks over. "Hello friend!"

I look at Philby. "You're on your own." I turn and sprint away.

Finn's POV

I can now officially say I'm a baker.

The lady who had stormed up to us earlier had reprimanded us for standing out in the snow, claiming it was improper for the "children of the baker" to not be helping out in the celebration. Especially since Willa and I were supposed to make the cake. Did I mention I don't make cakes, or any desert really?

"Finn! Stir faster! You're taking forever!" The girl beside me complained. I rolled my eyes.

"Me? You're the one not putting in the ingredients!"

Willa threw a potato at me. "That would be because you're not stirring!"

I pretended to be hurt by her gesture. "Jeez, who knew you could be so mean?" I threw her a sly smile and continued stirring. The cake was super thick.

"Shut up." Willa said with a grin, nudging my arm.

"Is cake supposed to be this chunky?" I asked, giving my hands a break. The kitchen was warm from the fire.

"Technically, no." She giggled. Willa threw in the eggs and helped me pour the cake batter into the cake pans.

"So, what do you think of all this?" I whispered, since someone had moved next to me.

"Well, I don't really know. It's kinda cool. But we're probably supposed to be doing something. That riddle was probably from Wayne, right? Maybe we're supposed to join forces with Arendelle? Maybe we're supposed to spy. Maybe the park is in so much danger that we got sent here. Maybe-"

"Wills, calm down! It'll be fine. We'll find someone."

She gave me a worried glance. "I sure hope so." Then after a pause, "What do you think happened to the others?"

This was the question that had been nagging at me. Her chocolate brown eyes rested on me, waiting for an answer.

"Well..." I started. Honestly, I had no idea. Well, besides where Jess and Amanda were. "Amanda and Jess have got to be somewhere in this castle. But everyone else-I don't know. Philby and Maybeck were dressed pretty warmly, I think."

Willa nodded and looked at the snow falling outside the window."Charlene is probably in the village. She looked so pretty, she probably ended up in a good spot."

The cake was eventually baked, and once we had decorated it(with a considerable amount of frosting on me) we were instructed to carry it to the throne room. Let me remind you that this is a cake with three layers. Almost as tall as Willa herself. I looked around and found a spare cart and motioned Willa over.

"Let's put the cake on here." I whispered.

Putting the cake on the cart was totally NOT a piece of cake. For one, I was stronger than Willa. Don't get me wrong, Willa is pretty strong for a girl- must be from all that archery-but we still weren't evenly matched. The other problem was that the cake was ginormous. Not to mention it weighed at least a ton.

Somehow, we got the gleaming cake onto the cart.

"How about I pull the front and you push the back?" Willa said. I agreed, and we were on our way to the throne room.

"Left! Willa called out to me. I pushed the cart the direction she had instructed. "Okay, I think just through these doors is the throne room."

"Go ahead." I called out from behind the cake. The door swung open and there was a gasp. I pushed the cart into the room to see Willa curtsying to someone.

The person piped up, "Did you two make this cake? It looked fantastic!" She swiped her finger out and caught a piece of frosting. Standing in front of me with a smile on her face was Princess Anna of Arendelle.

Hey guys! It's Katie. What did y'all think of the chapter? So excited for this story, I think Maisy and I have some great ideas! This story will be updated whenever, due to all of our homework...but that's pretty normal, right? Please review! It would totally make our day. Happy New Year!

Love,

Katie

(Happy New Year from Maisy too!)