Big thanks to bke.21 for this idea. I really liked writing it, hopefully it's good.

Weiss, Emerald, Cold, AU

"I can not believe you"

This was the fifth time the emerald haired teen had complained in the last minute and a half. One would think that by the age of seventeen a person would learn a little more self restraint. But no, she voiced her discomforts loudly and proudly.

"I have to keep the air flowing. I told you that already. If we had another choice we'd take it."

The ivory haired girl behind the wheel was very quickly getting tired of her passengers constant moaning. She didn't like having to leave the air conditioner on full blast either, but it was either that or let the engine go stagnant.

"I guess the cold hearted witch doesn't mind the cold?"

Now that was pretty low. Even if it was kinda true. Suffice it to say, the two young women did not get along very well; at all. But they had been given no real choice in the matter when their respective fathers had told them they had to visit the capitol.

Their fathers were of course, the heads of the two largest companies in existence. Together, those two men made up more than half of the whole worlds' wealth. They each had more influence than more than half of the worlds countries; combined.

They both wanted to broaden that influence beyond just the commercial sector, but to the political sector as well. Once done, they would no longer have to spend as much money lobbying for certain, unsavory, laws to be implemented. Their businesses would operate with even greater profit margins.

So naturally the first course of action in the long process of gaining political influence had been to send their eldest daughters to the capital to meet with the president's family. Hence the current predicament.

Through some magical fluke of the universe, the car rental company had managed to misplace the luxury sedan the two girls were meant to be driving. Instead, they had been left with a dingy, ninety something p.o.s. Toyota. The cream on their shit cake being that the only way to keep the car running was to leave the air conditioner at full blast.

That wouldn't have been a problem if it had been mid July. It wouldn't even have been an issue in April. But of course, it had to be the middle of January. The coldest possible month of the year.

The three hundred mile journey to the capital was supposedly a five hour car ride. That is, when the weather is clear and the highways are empty. The two miserable passengers were coming up on their sixth hour of travel and they had still not even made it halfway there.

"Do you have a blanket or something?"

The red eyed girl already knew the answer. She knew they were both wearing nearly all of the clothes they had packed for themselves. But she had to ask again, for the almost hundredth time. Partly just to annoy the driver, but also partly in hope that by some miracle a nice, warm, fuzzy blanket would materialize out of the frigid air.

"Yeah, actually we do. Just remove your seatbelt, open your door, and then I'll show you."

The blue eyed girl had little patience for this kind of nonsense. It was bad enough that she had a crush on an absurdly whacky brunette, she didn't need the pain in the butt sitting next to her to add to her ever thinning self restraint. She was about another hour away from hitting something.

"Someone's in a bad mood."

Now that was the understatement of the century. Being sealed in a metal box with a person you can't stand is pretty awful, even on the best of days. Considering how absolutely dreadful the day had started and continued to be, it was a wonder that neither of them had added murderer to the long list of deep seated emotional issues they shared.

"You could at least try to be nice."

While not technically wrong, even the pale skinned girl had to admit how insanely outlandish her worse had been. There was no real explanation for it. Ever since they had first met, they both had made a silent pact to utterly detest the other. It was as though they were meant to be; arch nemeses, of course.

"Maybe you'd like to meet me halfway?"

The dark skinned girl surprised herself with those words. They had, of course, been meant as a joke. But the way they came out, they almost sounded genuine, even to herself.

"Seems fair to me."

A painfully awkward silence followed where neither girl looked away from the seemingly endless plain of snow coated highway that reached out all the way to the horizon. Neither girl could be sure whether the either had been serious. Neither girl was quite sure if they had really been joking. It would be kinda nice if they could just, get along. Or even just, not hate each other for no clear reason.

"I suppose if you really want this we could work something out."

The driver's eyes rolled wildly at the statement. Of course the other girl would try and make it seem like a stupid idea she had nothing to do with. But if it meant peace, maybe it was worth it?

"I suppose it could work, but I can't take credit for it. It was you who suggested it after all."

The girl in the passenger's seat took her turn rolling her eyes. Of course she'd find a way to remove responsibility, just like a as long as it all worked out, it wouldn't really matter. Right?

"I suppose we shake on it and that's that."

The driver simply held out her hand. The green haired girl took it and shook once. And that was that. Somehow all those years they both had had of building walls seemed to just crumble away. The air felt a little less cold and the drive became just a little more bearable.