A/N: There is a blizzard here. So you, dear reader, win!

Chapter 7 – Roadtrip

"So this thing just runs on nothing?" asked Anna excitedly as Liz started the big vehicle.

"Gasoline" mumbled Sasha. "I doubt you have it." She was still annoyed about her phone. True, its functions were unimpaired, but cracks running across the screen were distracting.

"Technically, it's a reaction from gasoline igniting in presence of a spark and converting that to mechanical work. In addition, drivetrain losses…"

"Oh stop it" said Sasha loudly. "You're going to bore our guest with tech."

"You do realize that this plan has a big hole in it, right?" asked Anna. "Leave this place, go to this 'Florida,' something, something, Elsa."

"You're one to talk" taunted Sasha from the back seat. "Your idea of a plan was 'I'm going to find my sister, who I will talk to and then somehow she will unfreeze everything.'"

"I know" replied Anna smugly. "That's how I recognized that your plan stinks!" She paused. "But it's better than no plan."

Liz turned on the car's radio. Like many American families of the day, they'd bought a boat-size transportation method, gotten dinged by high gas prices, and gotten a second ding from mortgage issues leaving them unable to bail out of said boat. Despite over a hundred-thousand miles on the odometer, the big truck-car kept going, so neither adult was inclined to replace it (though the second car was a fuel-friendly hybrid and Dad drove a company-issued sedan).

"You get sound out of the air?" gasped Anna. "This world is weird!"

"If by weird you mean technologically further along than yours, yes."

"So do people die from the pox, coughs, or fevers?"

"Not usually" explained Liz. "We have doctors who treat those things. And some of them are prevented."

"You can prevent the pox?" Anna sounded almost as excited as when the trio finished watching "Frozen."

"Yeah. We've spent all this time talking about us—what about you? What about Arendelle?"

"Obviously, your clothing is strange" began Anna. "I mean, women don't wear trousers where I'm from! Also, as you've probably noticed, we're not that thin. How did they get the story right, but make us look like caricatures?"

Liz rolled her eyes. Disney's animators (and cartoons in general) tended to play with the forms of virtually everything. No reason to expound on that now, she wanted to hear more about Arendelle.

"It's pretty much like it looks in your motion-painting" ("Movie!" hissed Sasha). "I mean, the castle is a bit smaller. And the spiral staircase is definitely not that impressive… You absolutely sure you have no idea how someone got a big chunk of my life and converted it into this…movie?"

"For the last time, no!" laughed Liz. "It sounds like magic to me, honestly."

"Like this horseless carriage!"

Liz rolled her eyes again. This was a prime example of how what was thought to be a personality invented for entertainment could be slightly grating in real life.

"Let's talk about your engagement" said Liz in a baiting tone. "You know, so my kid sister doesn't…"

"Hey!" cried Anna and Sasha in unison.

Fifty miles behind, Emily Jamison parked her Prius.

I wonder what it'll say this time? She looked for the required note on the counter.

'Took car, drove to Florida.'

She let out a breath. On one hand, ridiculous. On the other, they'd been wanting to go to Disney World for several years, but Harper could never line up his vacation with hers so the trip was on perpetual hold.

"I just hope they set a budget, and that they don't spend an entire day in line for that crazy 'Frozen' thing" she muttered.

[…]

Hans held up his hand, ordering all his men to halt. Before them stretched a large gray path with white lines on either side. Behind them, more path, and more forest. Not a cottage or castle in sight, and a sign by the side of what he guessed was a road was totally unhelpful due to being in a language none could read.

"If Elsa could conjure snow, I guess this shouldn't strike me as unusual, but the whole point of this was our spy who told us that the Queen went and disappeared!"

He couldn't help but be bitter about that. The best chance to claim a throne for himself, thwarted yet again by what appeared to be supernatural circumstances.

"Be careful, men!" he bellowed. "The sorceress may have pushed us back! So, forward!"

Hooves clopped noisily against the gray material underfoot.

"Well at least pulling these cannons is easier!" growled a hireling some distance behind.

"Perhaps we should not follow this path" mused Hans. "I would not be surprised if this was meant to put us in a neat line for…"

SCREEEEEE-BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.

"What is that?"

"Red demon!"

A large something nearly flipped on its side trying to avoid Hans' column. Someone appeared from inside, yelling words that made no sense to anyone he directed them at (Herregud! Dust!). Several crossbows let loose, breaking the glass that made up the box-shaped thing's windows. Hans thought it a carriage, but where were its horses? And it moved at a speed no horse could match.

Click. *Flash* Click. Click.

Hva gjør du her? Veiene er for biler, ikke hester!

The strange man retreated behind his horseless carriage.

"Nødetatene…"

A/N: Yes, you caught me machine-translating Norwegian. Sorry.