Greenland the Snow Queen and Norway the Reindeer King

Part 3: Enter Norway

Meanwhile, a certain Norwegian was not pleased. He had been sucked into some crazy world and made it his job to find Greenland. He did find her, but she was fleeing in fear. That's when the crazy ice storm hit. Norway was lucky he was dressed so thickly.

Denmark was going to kill Norway if he ever found out about this. Either that or someone would hold him back while he tried to kill Norway.

As far as the emotionless Nordic had put, he was stuck with Sweden following him around. He had to sell ice, which secretly pissed him off. Who would sell ice? Anyway, the two had run out of supplies and trudged through the storm, pulling their sleigh behind them. The horse, unfortunately, had run off when the storm started. Luckily, they found a shop nestled in the mountains.

Norway walked into the store, covered head to toe in ice. His face fell when he saw who was inside. It was Denmark. He was here, too. Norway wanted nothing to do with Denmark at the moment, but some of the supplies he needed was behind him. He walked up the the blonde Dane.

"Carrots," he said simply.

"What?" asked Denmark. Norway really felt like choking him right now, but unfortunately Denmark wasn't wearing a tie.

"Behind you, idiot." Denmark looked behind himself and moved away from what Norway needed. The Norwegian grabbed a bunch of carrots and tossed them on the counter. He then moved through the place, gathering other supplies.

"A real crazy storm in July, isn't? I wonder where it could be coming from..." America, who apparently ran the shop. asked, trying to break the tension.

"The North Mountain," said Norway instantly. That's where Greenland was headed, after all. He heard Denmark whisper something, but he didn't really pay attention. Norway gathered up the supplies he needed and dropped it on the counter.

"That will be forty," said America. Norway looked at the supplies on the counter and reconfigured the numbers in his head.

"No, it's ten," said the Nordic.

"Yeah...no. You see, these things are from our winter stock, where supply and demand have a huge problem."

"You want to talk about a supply and demand problem? I have to sell ice for a living."

"That's a rough business to be in right now!" Denmark laughed. Norway shot him a look. "I mean...heh heh...Ahem, t-that's unfortunate."

"It's still forty," America cut in, tapping the table. "But I will throw in a visit to my sauna." Norway took out the money he had in his pocket and counted it.

"All I have is ten," said Norway, "Just help me out." America moved the supplies forward and isolated the food.

"Ten will get you this and nothing else."

"Hey," Denmark cut in, "Just tell me one tiny thing. What was happening on the North Mountain? Did it seem magical at all?" Norway was just about fed up with these two.

"Yes!" he snapped at Denmark, "Now will you please shut up while I deal with this crook?"

"What did you just call me?" America said. He had stood up, and had a dark glint in his eye. Norway really shouldn't have said that. The American threw the Norwegian over his shoulder and out into the snow.

"Ow! Okay, I'm...OW!" Norway face-planted into the snow. He sat up, wiping the snow off of his face. Something pulled him to his feet. Turning around, Norway saw it was Sweden.

"No, I didn't get it," said the Norwegian when he saw the look on the Swede's face. Norway looked around the area. It was the dead of night, they needed some place to sleep. That's when his eyes fell on a run-down barn under the snow. "But I think I found us a place to sleep for the night."

The two made up two hay-covered beds and had laid down for the night.

"Don't let the frostbite bite," Norway said as he closed his eyes. He was on the edge of sleep when the door opened. Opening his eyes, he saw it was Denmark. Instead of the suit he first saw him in, Denmark was wearing a red shirt with black shirt underneath, black pants, white gloves and a white cloak on his shoulders.

"What do you want?" Norway asked harshly.

"I want you to take me up the North Mountain," said Denmark, "King's orders." Norway rolled his eyes and turned over.

"I don't take anyone anywhere." Norway closed his eyes again.

"Let me rephrase that…" Something hit Norway in the back of the head.

"Ow!" Norway turned over to see a bag next to him. Sitting up, he opened it. Inside was the supplies he had tried to buy earlier.

"Take me up the North Mountain, by orders of the King of Arendelle...please?" Norway shot Denmark a skeptical look. Denmark sighed. "I know how to stop this crazy winter, but I need some help to do it." Norway shrugged and lied back down. He was tired and didn't want to deal with Denmark right now. However, there was only one way to get rid of him.

"We'll leave at dawn…" said the Norwegian before turning back, "And you forgot our food." Another bag was thrown at him, but this time...it hit far lower than Norway would have liked.

"Oops! Sorry. Sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't-" Denmark cleared his throat when Norway shot a deadly look at him. "We leave now. Right now." He began to shake at Norway's look and backed out of the barn. Annoyed, Norway looked over at Sweden, who was already packing up their stuff.

"I hate you."