"We have to get it together!" Fear shouted. "We need get Elsa's powers back under control! Don't feel! Don't feel!"

"You realize the irony of telling us that, right?" Disgust remarked.

"It doesn't seem to be working, either," said Sadness. On the screen, they watched as spikes of ice grew larger and larger, transforming the chamber she was in from one of peace to one of anxiety.

Elsa's senses picked up a commotion from outside. "What was that?" Fear cried.

"How should we know?" said Anger. "We'll only find out if, you know, we actually go and investigate!"

"Right, so let's do that!" Joy said.

Elsa hurried downstairs and peeked out the front doors to see a squadron of soldiers fighting against the giant snow guardian of the castle.

"This is terrible!" Fear cried, making Elsa shut the doors again. "When Anna's diplomacy failed—when Elsa hurt her own sister—well, this must have been plan 'B'! They're here to take her back to Arendelle by force—and, when they find out we can't unfreeze it, they'll toss her in the dungeon! Or worse!"

"It probably won't come to that," said Joy. "The ice creature will scare them off, and then we can run away and make a new castle in an even more remote area!"

Through the translucent walls, they saw two of the men—the bodyguards of the Duke of Wesselton—slip past the golem and race up the stairs. Their crossbows were out, and it didn't appear that they were open to negotiations.

"Or not," said Joy.

Elsa tried to run, but she hadn't designed the palace with that situation in mind, so she soon found herself in a room with no escape and her pursuers soon closed in. One of them fired his crossbow right at her. In the control room, Fear pressed the panic button—and the bolt was blocked by a rising sheet of ice.

"Good job, Fear!" Joy congratulated.

"What? That wasn't me," said Fear. "I just altered the mood—I wasn't trying to use magic. It was just another example of how uncontrollable Elsa's powers are."

"Well, in this case, her uncontrollable powers came in handy!"

"Uh, guys?" said Disgust. "We shouldn't celebrate just yet."

"Right, right!" said Fear. "I guess we should actually control her powers."

He did so, making Elsa blast ice at her attackers.

"Be careful!" Sadness cried. "We don't want to hurt them!"

"They're trying to hurt us!" Anger shouted.

"Only because they think we'll hurt them!"

"Well, we will hurt them! I mean, they're the ones who followed us here! Why couldn't they just leave us be?"

"Yeah!" said Joy. "We were finally happy!"

"And it's clear they aren't going to stop until we make them," said Fear.

"Right!" said Disgust. "No more holding back!"

And so, disregarding Sadness's meek protests, the other emotions set to work. Elsa launched a bevy of icicles at one, pinning him to the wall, with one pointed at his throat; the other one she pushed with a wall of ice so that he teetered over the edge of the balcony.

"Queen Elsa!" a voice from behind her called out. It was Anna's fiancé, Hans; he and the rest of the men had managed to enter the castle. "Don't be the monster they fear you are."

"…he's right," Disgust said. "Defending ourselves is one thing, but killing them…"

Anger grumbled. "Having all this power literally at our fingertips and not being able to do a thing with it—another reason actually having it is so frustrating!"

"Sure," said Joy, "but if we show restraint, then maybe they'll realize we just want to be left alone. So I think Sadness should be in charge for the time being."

"I probably should have been in charge for the past few minutes, actually," Sadness said. "But yes, if this is a preclude to more negotiation, I think—"

She was interrupted. Looking around, Elsa saw that the man she had pinned to the wall had aimed his crossbow at her, but that Hans had deflected it; the bolt instead hit the ceiling, knocking loose the chandelier, which came crashing down.

"I think I should be in charge again now!" Fear shouted, slamming down on all of his buttons. Elsa tried to escape, but she slid on the ice, and—


The emotions in the control room slowly got to their feet. "What happened?" Disgust asked. "And why is it so dark on the screen?"

"I think we got knocked unconscious," said Sadness.

"And by the looks of it, we're back in Arendelle," Joy added. "In the castle dungeon, to be precise."

"What?" Fear shouted. "Unconscious? Dungeon? We've got to get back to the mountains!"

As Elsa's eyes adjusted, she noticed a window in the cell, and ran towards it—only to stopped by the metal cuffs that covered her hands and chained her to the wall.

"And we're shackled!" Fear wailed. "We can't even use our powers to escape!"

"Look, everybody just calm down," said Joy. "Let's just assess one things at a time."

Reaching as far as she could, Elsa looked out the window. It was low to the ground and allowed a view of the harbor—except, instead of being liquid as it was supposed to be, it was instead a sheet of thick ice.

"…We did that," said Sadness.

"And now we're imprisoned because of it!" shouted Anger. "Maybe we should change that one core memory to red, so that every time Elsa thinks about her powers, she'll remember all the awful, unfair things that happened because of them!"

"I think purple is good enough for now," said Joy.

The door to the cell opened, making Fear jump; but it was only Hans.

So Anger took over.

"Why did you bring me here?" Elsa demanded.

"I couldn't just let them kill you," Hans replied.

"I guess that's fair," said Sadness. "But we're a danger to Arendelle."

"You think this random whosit will listen to us?" Anger said. "We need to talk to Anna!"

"Anna has not returned," Hans said.

Elsa's emotions stood silent.

"Anna… the storm…" Fear said softly.

"If you would just stop the winter… bring back summer… please," said Hans.

Sadness shook her head. "Can't he see? We can't! If we could, we would, but… we just can't."

"You have to tell them to let me go," said Elsa.

"I will do what I can," said Hans. He exited, leaving her alone in her cell.

Elsa looked down at her cuffs. They were frosting over. Not even they could stop the curse.