"AAAAUUUUGGGGHH!" screamed everyone, including Voldemort, who was the only one actually on the broomstick. Jake was being held by the back of his shirt, and the others were struggling to hold on to the broom's head as they were dragged behind at nearly the speed of sound. At that speed, the biting wind seemed to rip their skin off, and the raindrops felt like bullets.
"Jake, hold on to the broomstick!" shouted Kayla.
"What?" screamed Jake, "I can't hear you."
"I said hold onto the broomstick," repeated Kayla, a little louder, "There's a good chance he's going to drop you in a moment."
Jake understood. He grabbed onto the broom's handle, and in the process, tried to throw Voldemort off. The broom turned sideways, nearly flinging off Kayla, Brian, Abbey, and Anna.
"Are you crazy, boy?" shouted Voldemort, "You're going to kill us all!"
Despite this, Jake continued struggling. Kayla sheathed her katana and pulled out her wakizashi. With a grunt, she lurched forward and stabbed it into the broom's handle. Then, grabbing it with both hands, she pulled herself up onto it. With her left hand holding the handle of the wakizashi, she began slapping Voldemort on the back of the head with her right.
The broom was now completely out of control, having gone off into a dizzying series of barrel rolls, Cuban eights, hammerheads, outside loops, inverted spins, and a whole host of other aerial maneuvers that caused all six of them to want to puke.
"MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!" screamed Abbey.
"Wait for him to fall off first," shouted Kayla back. She would have drawn her katana and given Voldemort the same fate as Bellatrix, but at this point, she needed both hands to hold onto the wakizashi impaled on the handle.
By now, everyone was too sick to say anything and could only clench tightly to whatever they held. Voldemort and Kayla were actually sitting on the broomstick. Jake was dangling under it, hanging onto the handle. Brian, Abbey, and Anna still held onto the bristles of the broom's head.
Realizing that the broom's acrobatics were getting crazier and crazier, Jake acted fast. With his great Trojan warrior muscles, he did a pull up, making sure to bring his chin above the bar, since that was good form. Then he bit Voldemort's left hand really hard.
"YEOWWW!" cried Voldemort, letting go of the broom in pain. In an instant, he was gone, falling to the ground as his screams were drowned out by the wind.
"We're going to end up like that if we don't get this thing under control!" shouted Anna, "Kayla! Do something!"
"What? Me?" shouted Kayla back.
"Everyone get on!" screamed Jake as he hoisted himself up. Kayla helped pull Abbey right behind her. Abbey pulled Anna, and Anna pulled Brian. All five of them were now sitting on the broomstick, which was beginning to stabilize itself, now that there were no longer people wrestling with each other on it.
"How do we steer?" asked Abbey.
"To heck if I know," replied Jake, "More importantly, how do we land this thing?" The others kept silent, unsure how to respond, and realizing they might be stuck up there a while.
"Uh, did anyone bring snacks?" asked Brian.
"No, sorry, I would have but we were all kind of in a hurry to leave," replied Anna.
"Let me try something," said thrust down hard on the broomstick, which lurched forward into a nose dive.
"Sorry about that!" screamed Jake as he frantically pulled back on the handle, causing the broom to turn abruptly and fly vertically upwards, rocketing toward the sky.
"If you don't want us to become a bloody constellation in the sky…" shouted Brian.
"Ok, ok, I know. I've never done this before," shouted Jake. He pushed downward lightly on the handle, and the broom leveled itself and slowly began to descend.
"Well that's a start," said Abbey, "Which direction is Arendelle?"
"I have no idea!" said Jake.
"Maybe use celestial navigation?" suggested Brian.
"This isn't Earth. We aren't familiar with the stars here. Remember?" responded Abbey.
"Well, if you took us above the clouds again, I could create some new constellations in this world as well," said Brian.
"Uh, how about no," replied Jake, as the broom descended lower and lower. I'm going to try to find a lake or some large body of water. I'll fly as low as possible and when I say 'jump,' we all jump off. You guys with me?"
"Why don't we just land the thing somewhere?" asked Abbey.
"Because I have no idea how to, and I don't want to risk a head on collision with the Earth. I've only figured out how to control direction, and not speed, and the longer we're on this thing, the father away from Arendelle we are. We'll get off, try to find civilization, and ask for directions."
The others agreed to the plan, which was the most sensible course of action any of them could think of. As they continued descending, Jake spied a river below. He turned the broom and began following it, hoping to find where its outlet. Five minutes later, he spied a large lake up ahead.
"Alright, get ready everyone!" he said. He flew low, nearly skimming the water. "Jump!" he screamed.
They all jumped. Hitting the water at that speed, however, knocked the wind out of all of them, but they were soon revived by the freezing temperature of the water. Gasping for breath, they swam for the nearest shore.