AN: Ola, my fellow Whovians!

I hate internet bans. Especially when they prevent me from updating. But, because of said internet ban, I managed to write 3 chapters in two days. Yay me. This chapter is especially long, and not particularly entertaining, but the next chapter is worse. And I apologise in advance for that.

Anyway, allons-y!

Lucy's POV

I sat up with a gasp. I'd somehow fallen to the floor of the TARDIS, the Doctor's trench coat entangled in my limbs. I must've had a bad dream.

The Doctor and the Traveller were both sitting up with a groan. The Doctor rubbed his head, messing up his hair even more, then got to his feet.

"Did we crash, or something?" I asked, standing and draping his coat over the chair I'd been sleeping in.

"I don't think so…" said the Doctor, and leapt around the console, messing with the buttons and dials.

The Traveller stood and leaned against the console. "I just had the weirdest dream. We met your mother –"

"Sweet Rassilon, she was irritating!" interrupted the Doctor, not looking at us.

"And she made banana bread…" I continued.

The Doctor whipped around, his eyes wide. "Then there was the broadcast over the screen in the TARDIS and your clock, Lucy."

We all stared at each other, realising we'd had the same dream. The Doctor turned again, and started tapping furiously on the console. He murmured under his breath as he pressed yet more buttons.

"Psychic pollen… time rotor… thought I'd cleaned it out," he said. He whipped out his glasses and squinted at the screen above the console. "Now you stop it!" he scolded the TARDIS.

The time machine groaned in contempt, and the Doctor jerked back as a bolt of electricity shocked his hand.

"Ow! Stop it, would you?" he said.

All of a sudden, the TARDIS shook. We were all thrown off our feet, the Doctor into the console, the Traveller slid across the floor and hit the door, and I fell against the rails. Pain shot through my shoulder, and I winced. The time rotor began to move, as though we were taking off, but the Doctor hadn't pulled the correct levers.

Then we were plunged into darkness.

The Traveller whimpered slightly. As my eyes adjusted, I saw the Doctor put his finger to his lips.

"Shh, shh, shh, shh…" he whispered.

What were we listening for? The only sound was our breathing.

"We're in a dead time machine," said the Doctor, getting to his feet.

Doctor's POV

There was no doubt about it. My TARDIS was dead. No heating, no power, nothing.

I tried hopelessly to flick a few of the buttons, but just as I thought, nothing happened. I leaned against the console, my mind racing.

"We might as well see where we've landed," I said finally. "Get up, you two. This is no time for sleeping!" I tried my best to put on a jolly tone, but inside I had no idea what we'd do.

The Traveller stood and rubbed his head. "Um. Ow. You really must change the desktop into something with slightly softer doors," he laughed.

As Lucy rested her weight on her arm, she inhaled sharply.

"Are you alright?" I asked, the concern evident in my voice.

She looked up and smiled slightly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just landed a little heavily on my shoulder. Don't think it's dislocated, though."

I frowned. "Alright… don't go doing anything stupid, though. Unlike last time, when you were running down the road, humming –" I stopped myself. Lucy wasn't supposed to remember the Master, or anything to do with him.

A puzzled look crossed her face, but she dismissed my mistake and pulled herself up with the rail. "Ok. So shall we go outside?"

"I nodded. I have no idea where we are, though, since not even the scanner is working." I rubbed my hands together gleefully, excitement bubbling. "Aha! That's brilliant! I always love surprises. Like a birthday, you never know what you're gonna get. I love that. Unless it's a terrible gift."

I skirted around the console and crossed to the door. I looked back over my shoulder, frowning. "You lot ever had a terrible gift? I did. I thought I'd landed on Quompipping and instead I'd landed on Clom. Clom. Who'd want to land on Clom? Thankfully, I went back and landed on Quompipping, but it was the rainy season so the planet was mostly mud. Unfortunate."

Lucy and the Traveller stared at me.

"Uh… yeah," said Lucy. "The first year we lived in London after moving from New Zealand, my grandmother sent me a bunch of shorts and togs for Christmas. They were completely pointless in winter, and by the time summer came round, they were too small."

"Ah! New Zealand! Molto bene! Beautiful country. Thought I recognised the accent," I exclaimed, beaming.

"Accent?" asked Lucy. "I don't have an accent."

It was my brother who changed the topic. "Anyway. Weren't we going outside?"

I nodded and placed my hand on the door handle. "Ah. Right. Of course. Where d'you think we've landed?" I couldn't help adding under my breath, "Hopefully not Skaro."

I opened the door and turned. Straight into the eyes of an inquisitive-looking young woman.

Lucy's POV

The woman looked vaguely familiar. She was quite short and slim, with blue-green eyes and auburn hair swept back into a bun. She wore a long green skirt and a black corset decorated with a flowery pattern. Somewhere in the back of my mind, an afternoon of movies with my mother surfaced. She'd gone out one holiday and bought several DVDs, and we'd spent the day just watching them and eating popcorn.

"Frozen!" I burst out.

All three adults stared at me. Yet again, I'd made an idiot of myself. I blushed slightly. "Sorry."

"Who are you?" the woman asked in an American accent.

I pushed in front of the Doctor before he made us look even worse. "Uh, I am Princess Lucia of…," I trailed off, trying to make my voice sound posh.

"Gallifrey," whispered the Doctor.

"Gallifrey!" I exclaimed. I pointed at the Doctor. "And this is King… Smith, and Archduke Jones." I pointed at the Traveller, mouthing an apology at his slightly hurt expression.

The woman stared at us, then smiled. "Oh, okay. I'm Princess Anna of Arrendelle. I don't recall Gallifrey, but I don't know which kingdoms were invited to my sister's coronation."

I nodded. "Oh, yes. Gallifrey is really small. Hardly anybody's heard of it."

Anna stepped back. "What's that box?"

I smiled. "It's a special carriage we use on Gallifrey. And these –" I gestured to our clothes "- are the official robes of our kingdom. Well, I say robes, but I mean common clothes."

I grabbed the Doctor's hand. "Come along Father, we must be getting ready. Don't want to be late for the coronation. It's been a pleasure meeting you, Princess Anna. I bet your sister is just as pretty." Alrighty, that last comment sounded creepy.

Anna simply smiled and shrugged. "I don't know. I haven't seen her for thirteen years." Her tone was sad. "But if she's anything like our mother, she will be beautiful."

"Of course," I replied. "Anyway, we must be off now. I suppose we'll see you at the coronation."

She bade us goodbye and ran off, tripping in her long skirt. I sighed in relief, glad that my 'Royalty from Gallifrey' story worked.

The Doctor stared at me. "What the hell was that?" He didn't sound angry, more puzzled and slightly amazed.

I shrugged. "Chillax. I know what I'm doing. She's from this Disney movie, Frozen. But that's impossible. Arrendelle is a fictional world, made up for children's enjoyment. I suppose I'll just have to run this thing myself. I've seen the movie far too often to be healthy. Just… follow whatever I do."

The Doctor sniffed deeply. "Definitely a fictional world made up for children's enjoyment. I can smell it."

I rubbed my hands together. "Okay. From what I saw in the TARDIS wardrobe, I think we should be okay for ball outfits."

The Traveller looked at me. "But Lucy, the TARDIS is dead. The wardrobe won't work."

I frowned. "Hm. Gimme a minute." I walked around the console, running my hand across the metal to prevent myself from walking into it.

As I walked, my shoulder started to ache again. Perhaps I'd simply sprained it. I couldn't help being relieved. I'd never enjoyed dancing, so a sprained shoulder was always good. Well, as good as it could be. Hopefully nobody at the ball would mind if I simply sat in the corner eating all the food.

I turned with a smile on my face. "I know how we can get clothes for the ball."

AN: CROSSOVER TIME!
Of all the cheap, nasty little... I don't even know why I chose Frozen. I think I was working on another piece called "Frozen in Time", in which Lucy is (so far) being a twat (oh, wait...) but I never finished it. Well then.
There will be another crossover, after the next adventure. It'll probably be the Narnia crossover that I said I'd do ages ago... unless you guys think that it'll be too long.

Oh, yes! 2,000 views? Really? I love you guys! *blushes* You have no idea how happy that makes me when I see my view count climbing, but I never in a million years expected to get so many! Seeing how many people are reading this makes me feel really bad when I don't update ^-^"

Anyway, I won't keep you waiting with a long Author's Note, as I usually do.

Adios, and I'll see you in the next chapter!

~LibrarianWho