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Author's note: Originally posted by Anon e Mouse Jr. on 2017-10-21. This is the first of two chapters posted today.

Disney/Kingdom Hearts Loops, Chapter Nine

9.1 (Mr. Egret): [Disney] / [Who Framed Roger Rabbit?]

WHO FRAMED OSWALD THE LUCKY RABBIT? (PART 1)

In the middle of a poorly-lit office, Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Awoke to find himself sitting at a desk, with a series of pictures strewn out in front of him, and two rather worn-looking gentlemen standing behind him. From the way the man in the suit was looking at him and at the photos expectantly, it was obvious that he was supposed to look the photos over, but hadn't yet. Deciding to humor the man while he waited for his Loop memories to kick in, Oswald picked up the photos in a single large pile, and began to idly flip through them. They depicted a scene in which a third, slightly portly man and a much more… voluptuous version of his girlfriend, Ortensia, were playing patty-cake.

Just then, the Loop memories hit, and Oswald nearly dropped the photos from the shock of it. Apparently, he was a major cartoon star, the equal of the likes of Bugs Bunny, or his little brother Mickey Mouse, but he had recently entered a slump. The man in the suit was his boss, R.K. Maroon, head of Maroon Cartoon Studios. Maroon had gotten it into his head that Oswald was having trouble with Ortensia, and it was screwing up his concentration. He had hired the other man, a private detective named Eddie Valiant, to take these pictures of his girlfriend (a lounge singer? That was new.) committing the Toon equivalent of adultery with Marvin Acme, CEO of the ACME corporation.

Oswald fell back into his seat with a thump, as he processed all of this. "Mickey never had to put up with malarkey like this," he muttered. He needed to find Ortensia, check if she was Awake. That was the first thing. They could work things out from there.

R.K. Maroon went over to Oswald, and handed him a handkerchief. "Take comfort son," he remarked. "You're not the first guy who had his wife play patty-cake on him."

Oswald decided that he didn't like Maroon that much, but accepted the handkerchief anyway. He dabbed at his forehead with it, and then put it in his subspace pocket. He could always throw it out later.

Eddie watched the exchange with a cool, calculating demeanor, but Oswald saw his eyebrows raise just a fraction of a millimeter, as if he had seen this scene play out before dozens of times, but saw something different happen. A Looper? He had to check.

Feigning a trembling, shocked demeanor, he turned to R.K. Maroon, and asked in a quavering voice, "Can I have a few w-w-words with M-Mr. Valiant, sir? I n-need to ask him a few questions. About wh-what he saw."

Maroon nodded, and stepped outside the office, shutting the door behind him. At once, Oswald dropped the act, and turned to Eddie. "Okay, what the heck is going on?"

Eddie walked over to the drinks cabinet, and poured himself a glass of bourbon. "Well, that depends. Does the word "Looping" mean anything to you?"

Oswald broke into a relieved grin. This might be easier than he thought. "You're a Looper?"

"Even better," he replied, before knocking back his drink. "I'm the Anchor for this Loop. So, let's get the basics out of the way. You ever leave your baseline before now?"

"Yeah, once or twice with my brother Mickey."

Eddie set the glass down. "Then you've already had the whole "Welcome to the Multiverse," speech, right? Yggdrasil, computers, all that jazz?"

"Yep."

"Good. I always hate giving that speech. So, let's just get down to the nitty-gritty, then. Currently, you're replacing my friend, Roger Rabbit, a cartoon star married to a lounge singer, name of Jessica Rabbit. Your Loop memories say anything similar?"

Oswald concentrated for a few seconds. "Mmmmmm... Got it. Don't remember Ortensia looking like a pinup girl, though."

Eddie looked over the pictures. "She your wife in the baseline?"

Oswald grinned sheepishly. "Not officially, but she might as well be."

Eddie nodded sagely. "Yeah, I get where you're coming from. She Looping too, or...?"

"Yep! Started a couple loops after me though, so she's still new to the whole thing."

Oswald looked at the door where R.K. Maroon was probably listening in on everything, and getting very confused. "So, uh, what usually happens here?"

Eddie set his glass down on the desk. "Well, Roger, assuming he isn't Awake, usually gets all worked up, yells about how he and Jessica are going to be perfectly happy together, then jumps out the window, thus setting himself up as a murder suspect in th' case of the death of Marvin Acme. He's the shmoe in those pictures playing patty-cake with your girlfriend, by the way."

"Fun. Well, I suppose I'll just go with that, check if Ortensia is Looping or not, then meet up with you at your office."

"Sounds good to me." Eddie pulled out a business card, with the address of his detective agency, and tossed it to Oswald, who stuffed it in his subspace pocket. "Hey, if you could, try to stop your girlfriend from showing up at my office tomorrow afternoon, will you? I'm trying to convince Dolores to not think that I'm a two-timing rat. Tends to make things much smoother during a baseline run."

"You got it."

The detective and the rabbit shook hands, then Oswald cleared his throat, before grabbing Eddie by the coat front and shouting at him. Eddie picked up on the ruse instantly (having gone through the scenario multiple times with Roger), and started shouting back. R.K. Maroon burst into the room when he heard voices being raised, and watched Oswald bounce off of Eddie's stomach, and through the window. Eddie smoothed out his coat front, then turned to Maroon. "I think he took it well," he quipped.

9.2 (Mr. Egret): [Disney] / [Who Framed Roger Rabbit?]

WHO FRAMED OSWALD THE LUCKY RABBIT? (PART 2)

Oswald, not being one to do anything by halves, immediately rushed over to the Ink and Paint Club, where his Loop memories said that Ortensia sang five nights a week. It was, much to his distaste, a speakeasy located down a random back alley in the middle of the seedier part of LA. He knocked on the door, gave the password ("Walt sent me."), then rushed over to the dressing room. He stopped at the door, made like he was going to bust it down, then politely knocked.

"Who is it?" sang a voice Oswald knew all too well.

"It's me! Oswald!"

The instant he said that, the door burst open, and Ortensia grabbed Oswald, dragging him inside and shutting the door with a flick of her tail. They spent the first couple of minutes snuggling together on the bed. Oswald took the time to look Ortensia over. She was dressed in a slinky red dress that seemed to be nearly painted onto her rather, ah, generous figure, along with a pair of gloves, and a pair of red stilettos. She had also gotten an impressive mop of red hair, which hung over one of her eyes in a way that just screamed "sultry lounge singer"

However, the delighted grin on her face, and the way she was now covering his face with kisses was undoubtedly, undeniably, Ortensia. Some things never change, no matter how many Loops they shared or didn't share.

Oswald finally broke free of the embrace, and pulled out his locket from his subspace pocket. Ortensia looked at the locket confusedly for a few seconds, before her eyes widened in recognition, and she pulled out a plush toy of Oswald from her own subspace pocket. "Sorry Oswald," she apologized. "I'm still getting used to this whole signalling system of ours."

"It's okay, dear. We've only implemented it, what? Two, maybe three Loops ago?"

Ortensia sighed happily, as she put the plush toy away. "So, Oswald, how has this Loop been treating you so far?"

Oswald shrugged. "Can't complain, I guess. Things might be getting a bit hairy later on, though." He explained about his Awakening in R.K. Maroon's office, and Ortensia's eyes widened in recognition.

"So that's the reason why that guy was taking pictures of me and Marvin Acme last night! I was wondering about that. I mean, it's just patty-cake! What's the big deal?"

Oswald blushed a bit, and rubbed his arm. "Well, Ortensia, about that patty cake? That's the Toon version of adultery this Loop."

Ortensia's ears folded back onto her head, as she winced. "Oh. Oh dear."

Oswald smiled softly. "It's alright; you didn't know. Besides, you stuck by me during the Blot Wars, stopped me from going nuts trying to run Wasteland, and had all four hundred and twenty of my kids. We both know that you're committed to me."

Ortensia smiled back, and pulled Oswald close to her again. "I know, Oz. Still, I think I should make it up to you somehow..."

"What d'you have in mind?"

Ortensia gave Oswald a very sultry grin, and batted her eyelashes. "Oh, I think you know."

Oswald grinned back. "After you, my dear."

The next morning, a very exhausted and very happy Oswald and Ortensia were in the dressing room, just enjoying each other's company in the bed, when the door knocked twice. A rough voice shouted "Police! Open up!"

Oswald shot out of bed, and dived under it, while Ortensia went to answer the door in her dressing-gown. She opened the door, to see a sharp-looking man in plainclothes accompanied by an uniformed officer. "Miss Rabbit?"

"Who wants to know?"

The man in plainclothes pulled out his badge. "Lieutenant Santino of the LAPD. We have a couple of questions regarding an ongoing investigation."

Ortensia nodded. "Investigating what, if I may be so bold?"

"The death of Marvin Acme. He was murdered at around 10:15 in his own warehouse."

Ortensia's eyes widened. "Oh my god. Murdered?"

Santino nodded. "That's right. If you'll just come with us, so you can answer some questions, we would be very grateful for your assistance in this investigation."

Ortensia nodded. "Of-of course. Anything to help the boys in blue."

Once Ortensia left the dressing room with the policemen, Oswald popped out from under the bed, shaking slightly. That was too close. If he had forgotten about that murder, then he would have been landed in the hoosegow-or worse. He was all set to split for Eddie's office, when he noticed a piece of paper lying on the dresser. "Eh, might as well take it with me. You never know when you have to write a note for someone." He grabbed the paper, stuffed it into his subspace pocket, then jumped out of the window. Right now, if Eddie was right, the whole town would be crawling with cops. It was even odds that he would hit an ambush on the way over.

Oswald briefly entertained a wild, insane notion of using his Psychonaut training to mind-whammy any inconvenient cops into forgetting they ever saw him as he strolled down the street to Eddie's office. He was pretty sure that they didn't have any psychic training.

He shook his head. "Nah. Doesn't fit my in-loop characterization, and I'm already in deep doo-doo with the police."

Oswald looked at the dumpster, then at the roof of the Ink and Paint Club. "Of course, some good ol' fashioned free-running might work..."

With that, he jumped on the dumpster, then leaped up onto the rooftop quickly disappearing from sight. Sometimes, it paid to be a rabbit.

9.3 (Mr. Egret): [Disney] / [Who Framed Roger Rabbit?]

WHO FRAMED OSWALD THE LUCKY RABBIT? (PART 3)

Eddie sat in his office, looking at the pictures of Marvin and Ortensia. The first encounter with Judge Doom had happened nearly identically to how it happened in the baseline, right down to Ortensia, Jessica's stand-in, slapping him and berating him for taking pictures of her. He only hoped that she wouldn't show up later, and get him in hot water with Dolores again. He was planning on wrapping up this case early, and actually taking that trip with her to Catalina. Maybe he'd invite Oswald and Ortensia; they seemed like good enough sports.

As if thinking of that rabbit was enough to summon him, the door to his office sprung open, and he dived in, slamming it shut behind him. He locked the door, then dragged a nearby file cabinet in front of it, before wiping his brow in relief. "Oh boy. That was not fun."

"I take it you ran into some cops?"

"Nope. Had a bunch of close calls though. It's a good thing I have four rabbit's feet, huh?" Plus the advantage of people never checking the rooftops, he thought to himself.

"Yeah, I guess it is," Eddie replied, smiling.

Oswald looked around the cluttered office. "What's with all of the files?"

"Past cases. Back before I started Looping, I used to do detective work in Toontown, along with my brother, Teddy. We did some good work back then. Remind me to tell you about the time we cleared Goofy of spy charges."

Oswald looked at a picture on the desk. It showed a grinning Eddie relaxing in front of the building next to a tall, thin man wearing glasses. He had a sort of vivacity about him, that not even the faded, dusty photograph could hide."He looks like a pretty cool guy. Where is he, anyhow?"

Eddie's smile faded. "He was killed, while we were chasing down a crook."

Oswald's ears drooped in shock and sadness. "Aw gee, I'm sorry to hear that. I didn't mean to bring up any bad memories..."

Eddie waved him off. "It's alright. I've made my peace with him long ago. In fact, it's rather lucky you brought that up, 'cause that last case has a lot to do with what usually goes wrong in a baseline loop."

Eddie and Oswald then spent a good portion of the next hour going over the death of Teddy Valiant at Judge Doom's hands, how Doom bought the election in Toontown, and his plan to DIP Toontown off the face of the Earth. By the end, Oswald was shaking his head in disgust. "I can't believe any straight-thinking Toon would do all of that. And you dealt with that in the baseline?"

"Pretty much. 'Course, it took me a while to piece it all together, and it cost R.K. Maroon his life when Doom shot him mid-confession."

Oswald nodded slowly, as he processed this information, and thought of ways to throw the mad Toon's plans off the rails. He was at "call Mickey, and have him go Sorcerer's Apprentice on the lot", when he heard a car screech to a halt outside. He and Eddie shared a look. "Toon Patrol," they said in unison, right before leaping into action. Oswald jumped into the sink, and hid in the drain, while Eddie filled it with water, and began to wash his socks.

Right on cue, the roar of a machine gun cut through the air, as one of the weasels shot the lock off of the door. The weasels barged into the room, roughly shoving aside the filing cabinet, and began to search the place quite thoroughly. The head weasel, Smarty, pulled up a stool, then hopped up on it, so he could look Eddie in the eye. "Okay, wise guy. Where's the rabbit?" he snapped, pointing his pistol at Eddie to show that he meant business.

"Haven't seen him," Eddie replied nonchalantly, as he continued his laundry.

Smarty sniffed the water suspiciously. "What's in there?"

Eddie promptly pulled out a sock. "My lingerie."

Smarty turned away in disgust, giving Oswald enough time to come up for a brief gulp of air. He ducked back down right before Smarty whipped his head around. He glared at Eddie, narrowing his eyes. "Search the place, boys!" he ordered. "And leave no stone unturned."

While Eddie was dealing with the Weasels, Oswald suddenly got a brilliant idea. He could use the pipes connected to the drain to pop out elsewhere in the apartment! He sucked in his gut, wriggled a bit, and found himself sliding through the pipes with minimal difficulty. Twisting and turning, he moved through the pipes, until he saw light up ahead.

When he popped his head out of the shower drain, he saw himself looking at a rather frumpy-looking woman, who was just about to step into the shower.

For three agonizing seconds, they just stared at each other.

Then the woman screamed.

Eddie had just shoved the soap bar into Smarty's mouth, and was enjoying the ensuing chaos, when a loud scream reverberated throughout the apartment. Smarty stopped mid-tirade when he heard the scream, then motioned for his boys to follow him. "We'll be keeping an eye on you, Valiant," he drawled. "One wrong step, and we'll hang you, and your laundry out... to dry." He splashed some water at Eddie to emphasize his threat, then hopped down from the stool. "C'mon boys! The rabbit might be where that scream came from. Let's am-scray!"

Not a few minutes after the weasels left, Oswald popped back out of Eddie's sink, blushing furiously. Eddie just gave him a deadpan look. "Let me guess: you tried the pipes."

"Yeah. How'd ya know?"

"Roger tries that roughly half the time, if we haven't handcuffed ourselves together first. He always ends up bumping into the lady a few doors down."

Oswald was now wringing out his ears. "You don't say."

"Yep. Luckily, I know a place where you can lie low for a while. Follow me."

9.4 (Mr. Egret): [Disney] / [Who Framed Roger Rabbit?]

WHO FRAMED OSWALD THE LUCKY RABBIT? (PART 4)

Eddie ducked his head when he entered the hidey-hole next to the bar, to avoid hitting the lamp. It had taken him an embarrassingly long time to start doing that, though he usually had the excuse of dealing with Roger's shenanigans at the same time. Dolores switched on the light, while Oswald looked around with some interest.

"Nice place, Dolores. Tell me, when are the gin runners coming to claim it?" he asked only slightly sarcastically, as he hopped onto a crate, and started swinging his legs.

"Rabbit's sharper than he looks," Dolores said. "But then, he'd have to be, to avoid getting pinched by the cops by now."

Dolores gave Eddie a sidelong look. "Besides, I thought that you said that you'd never take another Toon case. What's the matter Eddie? Have a change of heart?"

"Nothing's changed," Eddie snapped. "Somebody's made a patsy out of me, and I'm gonna find out why!" He pulled out the photo of Ortensia and Marvin Acme, with Acme's pocket circled in red pen. "There! Take a look at that, then tell me that my theory behind Marvin Acme's death is crazy."

Dolores took the photo, and Eddie's magnifying glass with some reluctance, then looked at the circled area, her expression changing from neutral to surprised in the process. "The Last Will and Testament of Marvin Acme?"

"Exactly! The connections are obvious. We know that Marvin Acme owns all of Toontown, in addition to the Gag Factory. That's ripe property for anyone who deals with Toons, like the big animation studios. R.K. Maroon wants Toontown so he can corner the Toon market, but he knows that if Acme's will turns up after he dies, Toontown will go to the Toons, which will give them some much-needed political leverage against studios like Maroon Cartoons. So, he comes up with a plan: Ortensia swipes the will during one of their patty-cake sessions and disposes of it discreetly, then Maroon whacks Acme, leaving Toontown in a perfect position to be bought up by Maroon Cartoons. You with me so far?"

Dolores nodded in understanding. Oswald had taken one of his ears off, and was polishing it with a handy rag.

"Now, all Maroon needs to make the crime foolproof is a couple of saps to take the fall when the murder inevitably comes to light. So, he hires me to take pictures of Ortensia and Acme, knowing full well that Oswald will go berserk when he sees them, and thus establish a motive for the murder. Cops don't look into it too deeply, since Oz is a Toon, and I'm a drunk, and Maroon is free and clear."

Oswald stuck his ear back in place. "Wait. Your big theory is that my boss killed Acme to get Toontown, and roped my wife into this as an accomplice?"

"Yeah, I know how it sounds. That's why I need more evidence before I go talk to Santino. Dolores, I'm gonna need your help for this one."

Dolores put the photo on the table. "Sure, Eddie. What do you need?"

"I need you to go down to the probate, and check their records for anything that they have pertaining to acquisitions or purchases of the property of Marvin Acme."

Oswald idly looked out of the peephole. "Probate, huh? I once worked with this gremlin Toon who had trouble with his probate. The poor geezer needed to take these huge pills before he could do a shoot-"

"Not prostate, you idiot! Probate!"

"Whoops! Always get those two mixed up..."

Eddie turned towards Dolores, and hooked a thumb at Oswald. "Can he stay here for a day or two, until the heat dies down?"

Dolores shot Oswald a worried look. "He's not going to do anything weird, is he?"

Oswald took the opportunity to remove one of his legs, and use it as a backscratcher, making pleased noises in the process.

The two humans just looked at each other, before Dolores sighed, and walked upstairs.

When she was out of earshot, Oswald popped his leg back in place. "So, Eddie, why the bull-hooey theory about Maroon?"

Eddie sighed as he leaned against the wall. "Well, we both know that Doom and his phony company is behind all of this, but nobody else knows for certain. We won't be able to nail that dirtbag and make it stick unless we get some concrete evidence of Cloverleaf doing its dirty dealings on the quiet, but if we move openly, the law will be all over us like ugly on Lena Hyena. After all, who do you think people are going to side with, if push goes to shove: the drunk PI and the murderous Toon rabbit, or the one guy who can control the Toons with any degrees of success?"

Oswald nodded reluctantly. He could see the logic behind Eddie's reasoning, but that didn't mean he had to like it. "It still feels bad that we have to lie to her, though."

Eddie nodded gravely. "I know, kid. Believe me, I know. Still, once we get Doom, we can explain everything to her at the big denouement. I happen to know for a fact that she takes it pretty well, considering."

"If you say so, Eddie. But, if we meet up with Ortensia, we're telling her everything. Got that?"

Eddie smiled. "Loud and clear."

9.5 Leviticus Wilkes): [Big Hero 6]

"This test... yaaaah... Eighty four. Beg..."

Tadashi Hamada, for a nearly imperceptible second, found himself feeling split between two places. In one, he was standing in front of his greatest creation... and in the other, he was burning to death. Blinking hard, Tadashi stared at Baymax, inert and asleep. But... wasn't Baymax working? And where was the exposition, and Hiro, and Callahan, and...?

Tadashi was standing in his sunlit workshop, staring at Baymax, all the way back on the day he turned Baymax on. "What the hell..."

Baymax, at that moment, engaged itself. "Hello. I am Baymax, your personal healthcare unit. Are you in need of medical attention?"

Tadashi stared at his greatest... creation? "Uh... I think I need psychiatric help."

Baymax leaned towards Tadashi. "I am currently programmed with psychiatric procedures. Would you like me to exercise them."

"I..." Tadashi vaguely, but not consciously, realized that Baymax was talking about a subject he had not been programmed to know. "Actually Baymax, try scanning me."

"Scan complete. Your body has no physical injuries. Your brain has heightened endorphin and hormone levels, indicating stress and confusion, symptoms of severe exhaustion, or sudden changes in setting."

Tadashi rubbed at his head, trying to place himself. "No injuries, no burns, no smoke inhalation... but I was there. I was right there in the building. How could-"

"Tadashi."

Tadashi nearly jumped out of his skin when Baymax said his name. Despite be a massive huggable marshmallow, Baymax could have a surprisingly small presence. "Uh... Yes Baymax?"

"Were you recently in danger of: smoke inhalation, suffocation, third degree burns or worse, crush syndrome, lacerations, or heat stroke?" The robot said.

Tadashi stared at Baymax, the pieces inching together ever so slowly. "You... you know about the fire..."

Tadashi got the distinct impression that Baymax was smiling. "Diagnosis: looper. I have now updated all known acquaintances to assist in improving your mental state."

"What?"

Further comment was delayed by a yellow discus that went through the lock to Tadashi's workshop and missed the inventor and his creation by a hair. "TADASHI!" Gogo lunged through the door and tackle hugged her friend, followed immediately by Fred.

"Guys, what-"

Hiro appeared with a crack, and lunged at his brother. "TADASHI YOU'RE AWAKE!"

"But guys I'm-"

"Tadashi!" Honey Lemon stepped out of a portal that had appeared from thin air and joined the group hug, followed by Wasabi almost instantly.

"Uhh..."

Tadashi and company overbalanced and fell.

"So let me get this straight: time travel."

Honey nodded from behind her shake.

"Parallel and alternate dimensions."

"You're on the money bro," Fred said around his pizza.

"Computer god trees."

Gogo popped her gum. "Yup."

"Magic and science from across a multiverse."

Wasabi patted down his lips with a napkin. "Exactly Tadashi."

"And my brother... is ancient."

"Wow, you all sound like you're having fun," Cass Hamada said as she walked by. The six sitting loopers and Baymax, who was standing, all gave Cass idle greetings and some light thanks for the free food from her cafe. Tadashi watched his aunt walk by with more then a little surprise and amazement. "So time resets infinitely?"

Hiro nodded. "That's why we call it the infinite loops."

Tadashi thought it over, before realizing how HUGE everything had just become, and dropped his head into the table. "Oh god... everything's messed up now."

The Big Hero Six (alternatively, Fred's Angels, alternatively alternatively, the San Fransokyo Angels) shared a very worried look. Tadashi had never seemed to be the sort of person that could be susceptible to Setsuna Syndrome, but if he did develop it...

"Oh all my work is going to be useless if I can't carry it with me," Tadashi groaned.

Hiro smiled and tapped Tadashi's shoulder. "Hey Tadashi, watch this." With his brother's eyes on him, Hiro pulled back his sleeve ("nothing up it"), and then upended his hand. Microbots came raining out. "This is a subspace pocket. I'll teach you how to make one in a while."

"Wow..." Tadashi grabbed a Microbot. "Hiro, you never cease to amaze me."

Hiro chuckled and fist bumped his brother. "Trust me, you haven't even begun to see everything."

9.6 (Blazingen1): [Kingdom Hearts]

Sora's Keyblades

Sora had learnt from his loops that just as many things may vary loop to loop, so do Keyblades. Sometimes they are normal (by loop standards at least), and sometimes they're just plain ridiculous. Sometimes they aren't even key 'blades' at all, but some other combination. As he looked at some of the odder Keyblade variants in his Pocket, his mind wandered back to the times he used them.

Keydagger

Sora hid in the shadows as Xemnas's forces walked past. If a Keyblade wielder was similar to a knight, Keydagger wielders were more like Ninjas in the shadow. This was a fused loop with the Ancient Looper Naruto's world.

With a soft flash, Oathkeeper and Oblivion appeared in both his hands. They were shorter in length due to this loop's variant of Keyblades.

"It's a good thing I learned to wield dual daggers back in the Ragnarok Loop that time."

KeyHammer

The chest was smashed to bits as a giant hammer version of Kingdom Key was tapped on it. Sora struggling to carry the heavy weapon made the scene all too funny.

"Of course the Keyhammer can open any lock," Sora muttered under his breath, "It practically smashes any lock open."

"Don't tell me you're already sick of the Keyhammer?" asked Riku, who for some reason was able to lift his own hammer version of the Way to Dawn.

"... How can you carry that thing with just one arm?"

"Why haven't you tried using magic to lighten your load?"

Sora was blank faced. He looked at his keyhammer, then at Riku; then back to his keyhammer and then to Riku's.

"Oh," Sora said as he now lifted Kingdom Key weightlessly.

KeyCannon

"WHOOOO HOOOO! YEAH!"

Sora swung from the ropes of the ship as he used his current weapon, 'Pirate's Life' to blast the Heartless off Jack Sparrow's ship.

"'Pirate's Life for me' is a pretty good description for this thing!"

Key... (Just Key)

Sora looked at his Kingdom Key that sat at the palm of his hand. This Loop, all Keyblades were the size of real keys.

"...So how did Xehanort cause the worlds to plunge into darkness with these things?" Sora asked the Looping!Mickey, who sat on the throne as his King Mickey persona.

"Trust me Sora, you don't want to know." The in-loop memories showing the horror Xehanort managed to make with the tiny trinkets were something he wished not to pass on, especially not to a good person like Sora.

"And the heartless being the size of bugs is because?"

MonKey (Yep, that pun)

"Gaaaahh! Get him off of me!"

Riku and Kairi watched as their Anchor ran around screaming alongside a MonKey that was clinging onto Sora for dear life. Both were panicking at the presence of the other.

Riku, learning from in-loop memories, that the MonKey will mimic your emotions, which is why his MonKey sat quietly on his shoulders, while panicking Sora had a panicking MonKey clinging onto his face.

"What's wrong with him?" asked the rather concerned Kairi, who had her own MonKey beside her.

"He had a bad experience with monkeys a few loops back. He'll be fine in a few loops."

MicKey

Sora was speechless as he looked at his weapon for this loop.

Mickey, who was for some reason stiff as a board, was attached to the hilt.

"Just... Go with it," Mickey sighed in acceptance. Pun loops. It just had to be pun loops.

9.7 (Blazingen1): [Kingdom Hearts]

Sora's Keyblades Part 2

As once said, Keyblade variants sometimes can be fairly ridiculous...

LeaBlade:

"Doesn't this thing usually happen to Sora? You okay there Axel?"

"Why am I the blade? And it's Lea this time, not Axel."

"Alright then. Lea it is. I have to admit though. You make a pretty good heartless fighting weapon."

Keybread:

"What?" Riku was horribly confused when he summoned his Keyblade, but instead got a 'Keybread', 'Bake to Dawn'.

"Yup! Our Keyblades are edible this loop." Sora said excitedly as he summoned his own baguette looking Keybread.

"It'll probably feel weird to bash heartless with these things," Riku said rather annoyed.

"It's not that bad; we've had worse Keyblade variants plus, look!"

Sora bit off a bit of his Keybread, much to Riku's astonishment. The Keybread began to regenerate immediately, "Infinite bread!" Sora bit off a bigger chunk of bread this time.

"..."

"What?" Sora asked with his mouth stuffed with bread.

"...Nothing." 'Sora, you are really weird sometimes.'

Meblade:

"Ow ow ow!" muttered Sora as he swung his Meblade at the heartless around him until they were completely annihilated.

"Sorry. I know it hurts, but that's the way it is this loop."

In this loops, the Meblades were in fact copies of their wielders, like the time Mickey became a keyblade, only this time, since the blade is formed from the wielder, they too shall feel the pain inflicted by swinging it at enemies. Thus for the Kingdom Hearts loopers, there was a kind of Mikasa Glitch going on between Meblade and Meblade wielder.

"Why can't we use our own Keyblades again?"

"Because we can't access our Pockets this loop?" he answered rhetorically. Damn those hackers!

(A little later)

"So if Meblades are the thing, that means Xehanort had one too. Do you think he actually enjoys using...?"

"Whoa whoa whoa. We do not want to go there."

"Right! Right! Sorry. Save the therapy for when we really need it."

...and sometimes they can be very awesome.

Keytar:

"Wow! You're really good at this Riku." Sora and Riku were eliminating the Heartless with the power of music. Riku was unsurprisingly really good at using his Keytar, playing his in a fast paced rock music rhythm.

"I had practice in a hub loop as a band member," replied Riku.

"Besides, you should have seen Mickey use his! He literally brought the house down on Ansem (the Xehanort one)."

KiBlade (Dragonball)

It was the battle of the thousand heartless, and man were there a lot of them.

"HYAAAAAAH!"

Luckily Sora was prepared for it. He slammed his large blue Kiblade to the ground surrounding the heartless, the wave generated from it easily eliminating more that 200 of them.

"FIIIIIIIRRRREEEEEE!"

A large Firaga Laser launched from the KiBlade and swept across the heartless army.

"SAAALLVAAATIOOOON!"

Sora then swept his blade around himself as blinding light launched across the heartless, eliminating them all.

The battle was practically over in 10 seconds.

Donald and Goofy, both wearing cork earplugs on their ears, peeked through the barricade they made for themselves and then teleported themselves to the exhausted Sora, who was panting from expending so much ki.

"Did you really have to yell so loud?" asked Donald as he removed his earplugs.

"It's (pant) anime logic. (Pant) The louder you scream, the stronger the attack."

"I can't argue with that logic, ahyuk."

9.8 (wildrook; edits by OathToOblivion): [Kingdom Hearts] / [Kamen Rider)

Blade Blade:

"This might tickle a bit, Kenzaki-san," Sora muttered, almost wondering HOW he ended up working with the Destroyer of Worlds.

"Again?" Kenzaki Kazuma, Kamen Rider Blade, asked him. Kadoya Tsukasa, Kamen Rider Decade, rolled his eyes as he threw Blade's Final Form Ride Card into the Decadriver.

FINAL FORM RIDE: BL-BL-BL-BLADE!

This changed Blade into a giant version of the Blay Rouzer, the Blade Blade, for Sora to wield. Decade himself grabbed the Keyblade as Sora caught the Blade Blade.

Surprisingly, the Kingdom Key then changed into a magenta bar-coded Keyblade known as "Ride The Wind," which matched his own style. He also wondered why this next Card had a time limit on it. Whatever, they needed to get rid of Kurt Zisa. So, he tossed it into the Decadriver.

ATTACK RIDE: LIMIT BREAK!

"DECADE!" Sora yelled, using the Blade Blade to strike Kurt Zisa from the front while Decade used the Keyblade he was borrowing to slash through the Heartless' behind. After a few strikes, Sora tossed the Blade Blade to Decade as the Keyblade respawned in Sora's hand, striking the giant Heartless down in both areas. Decade then threw Blade's Final Attack Ride Card into the Decadriver.

FINAL ATTACK RIDE: BL-BL-BL-BLADE!

Both Sora and Tsukasa had gone for a final slash, Kurt Zisa collapsing onto the ground and exploding… and Kamen Rider Blade changed back to Rider Form.

"This is not one of my better Loops," Blade muttered.

"The A.R. Riders don't complain as much about Final Form Rides," Decade replied with a roll of his eyes.

Sora shook his head, before something occurred to him. "By the way, what happened to Yuusuke?" he asked them.

"Tried to safeguard the Princess," Onodera Yuusuke, the AR World Kamen Rider Kuuga, muttered as he arrived. "However, some weird guy dressed in red and black beat me to it."

"Red and black..." Sora said, then cringed. "You ran into Vanitas!?"

Decade groaned, as something from his Loop Memories hit him. Blade just looked at them in confusion.

"Bad guy?" he asked the three.

"Very," Sora replied. "He's technically the darkness within my friend Ven's heart in human form...sorry for asking another favor out of you guys, but if he's out and about, something's up."

Decade then gave out a scoff. "It's another day at the office for a Passing Through Kamen Rider..."

"Well, I suppose it's nice to know that you never change, Tsukasa," Kuuga said, shaking his head.

Blade sighed. "Guess this puts my plans for this Loop on hold this time," he lamented. "I'll inform the other Riders about this... if they're Awake, of course."

9.9 (Hvulpes): [Phineas and Ferb] / [Star Wars)

Luke waked into the bathroom, only to see Phineas and Ferb using it.

Ferb spoke, "It had to be done."

As Luke saw Chewie in the bathtub getting wash, he realized they were giving a Wookie a shower.

9.10: [Star Wars] / [Disney], / [Kingdom Hearts], / [The Little Mermaid]

A long time ago, in a Galaxy far far away… three people were trapped in an Elevator that showed them places all over the multiverse.

These are the floors where they witnessed Disney Loopers.

(wildrook): Floor 63

"What's that sound?" Tarkin asked them.

Vader and Leia, wondering what Tarkin meant, heard the familiar music that was associated with a certain incident in one of their friends.

The door opened to reveal... a sapient broom with arms? Carrying buckets of water?

Tarkin, being the unawake one, wondered what kind of droid that was.

"That's not a droid," Vader said, shocking Tarkin. He was looking around the area to see if someone was around. "And if it wasn't for the force-field, the place would be flooded by now."

Leia then groaned. "How early are we?" she asked Vader.

"Let me put it this way… even Lord Diz-Ni had his off days..."

As soon as he said that, a certain mouse Woke Up... in both ways.

"Oh no, not again," he muttered. "Master Yen Sid may have thought it was funny the first time, but Waking Up in the middle of it? Good thing I remembered how to stop it."

He then extended his arms and slowed the broom to a halt with magic... as he sighed.

He then looked at the people in the elevator... then sighed.

"Elevator Loop?" he asked Vader and Leia. "With someone NOT Looping?"

Both of them nodded.

"Never heard of Lord Diz-Ni," Tarkin muttered. "Isn't there a rule concerning..."

"Normally, yes," Vader replied, "but this is him in his early stage. Being an apprentice is hard work."

"If you guys are finished," Mickey said, "I need to get rid of the excess water before something else happens."

That's when the door closed.

"And I was about to say the hat suited him," Leia muttered.

(Blazingen1): Floor 1013

The elevator opened to reveal a white room with three figures fighting. Awake!Sora and Awake!Riku were in their final battle against Xemnas in his armoured form, during the part where they reflected Xemnas's red aerial blade away. Sora and Riku were in overdrive, but that didn't stop them from looking at the elevator that appeared in thin air.

"Hey Mansex!" yelled Vader.

Xemnas actually turned away from his opponents and glared at the offending black armoured man.

"Ha! You responded!" said Vader, "F*ck off, Sith Lord wannabe!" The dark figure then flipped him the bird.

This distracted Xemnas enough so that both Sora and Riku could laser blast him into oblivion (or at least until he comes back again).

"Hey, Anakin! Hey, Leia!"

"Hello Sora."

The elevator doors then closed just as they were saying their goodbyes.

(Gamerex27): FLOOR 20000

The doors opened to reveal the seafloor, with dozens of little sea creatures swimming everywhere and singing.

A redheaded mermaid swam up to the elevator. "Leia? So that's what your human body looks like!"

"Hey, Ariel," Leia greeted her fellow princess. "How have the Loops been so far?"

"There are a few creepy Variants," she said, "like the one where my lower body feels like it's on fire whenever I get legs. Or the one where there are those painful tuna nets everywhere."

"Don't even get her started on the pollution ones," Flounder muttered.

"But other then that," she continued, "I'm fine. How are you?"

"Pretty fishie!" Tarkin cooed, much to Vader's discomfort. "Look at the pretty fishie!"

"Elevator prank," Leia explained. "We've been in here for... a few days now, I think... and Tarkin's lost it."

"Well, I'd try to give you something to help, but since everything's blocked off in those... I guess we'll just have to say good luck!"

"Right. See you at the next Eden Hall princess meeting," Leia said, as the elevators slid closed and Vader wiped more of Tarkin's drool off his leg again.

9.11 (katfairy): [Frozen] / [Batman Beyond]

Terry Awoke at the rail of an old-school wooden ship as it sailed into a ridiculously picturesque harbor. He'd gotten pretty good at judging how Loops compared to his baseline; this looked vaguely Victorian-era, judging from the clothes. He wasn't a sailor in this Loop, which had been his immediate guess; in fact, judging from his clothes, he was stinking rich. Then his Loop memories hit and it took all his training not to swear hard enough to crash the Loop, which he still couldn't believe was a thing. He wasn't just rich. He was the second-youngest of twelve princes, Prince Terje, which was as close as this language could get to Terry, and he was here to make sure his little brother didn't cause any trouble. Such as seducing a princess to gain access to her kingdom.

He had experience in dealing with bratty little brothers, but this was the first time he'd had to deal with one that was working on becoming evil. The twip thought that just being royalty entitled him to anything he wanted, and had no qualms about taking it by whatever means necessary. He'd been that way from the time he was a toddler, throwing temper tantrums any time someone told him "no", graduating to stealing his brothers' toys, to deliberately breaking them, to… wow. This guy was a dreg, no question. He acted like he'd realized he'd gone too far, and in return people pretended to believe him. This visit was his final chance to prove himself, and Terry had been sent as insurance.

As the ship docked, Terry could hear music. An entire orchestra, in fact. And a girl singing happily about something happening for the first time in forever. And absolutely nobody reacted to this as though it was strange. Yeah, it was going to be one of those Loops.

The girl appeared soon enough, dressed in a green gown almost as expensive as his outfit. She was pretty, if a bit awkward, and he wondered if he was going to have to fish her out of the harbor at the end of her song. That was how musical numbers sung by pretty but awkward girls near any water larger than a kitchen sink tended to end, after all. And sure enough, just after they docked, she started to go in. His brother had been watching too, with that too-innocent expression on his face, but Terry was faster. Before his brother even had a chance, Terry had swung down on a convenient rope (because of course there was one) and plucked her out of harms' way. Well, embarrassment's way, at least. She looked up at him as he set her down on the dock, hero worship in her eyes. He was so doomed.

"Uh, thanks. For- for saving me. Not that I can't swim, but—I'm Anna."

"Terje. Or Terry, depending on how you like to pronounce it."

"Terry. What a nice name. Oh! I—Bye!" And she was gone, dashing back toward the castle, and even from behind he could swear he could see the glow of her blush. Well, at least if she had a crush on him she wouldn't be likely to fall prey to Hans. But why was it that he couldn't seem to go a single Loop without someone getting a crush on him?

"Nice work, brother," Hans said with apparent sincerity. "Very swashbuckling."

"I just reacted."

"Of course you did." Hans went back onto the ship to gather his belongings; Terry's were already on shore, since he'd gathered them before Awakening. He used the time to send out a Ping, and was glad to get one back. He had done a few as-good-as-solo Loops, when nobody had responded to his Ping, and it was never as satisfying. He didn't expect to hear a voice almost immediately afterwards, though.

"I wondered if you were a Looper. Welcome to Arendelle; name's Kristoff. Where's home for you?"

Terry turned to find a big burly peasant smiling at him. Kristoff had spoken quietly enough that they wouldn't be overheard, and Terry responded the same way.

"Gotham. That girl—she's a princess, isn't she? Is she in danger? Or is she our plucky young heroine?"

"Yes. So, I'm guessing that you're not new to the Loops, even if it is your first time here. We need to talk, but this isn't the place. Can you get an hour or so away from your brother?"

"We're staying at our embassy, so that should be pretty easy. I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on him, but he'll take hours to get ready for the coronation. Can you meet me by the way the servants use to sneak out at night? I'm pretty sure there is one, and I can find them pretty quick most of the time. Yeah, that sounded less sketchy in my head," Terry admitted as Kristoff's smile turned into a grin.

"I'll be there," was all he said before he left. Hans came back a few minutes later, and for the next hour, Terry was busy getting them settled into their country's embassy. As expected, Hans no sooner got into his room than he ordered a bath followed by a string of carefully worded requests that never sounded unreasonable but added up to a fair amount of pampering. Terry didn't argue, since it meant Hans would be busy until it was time to go. Terry simply laid out his own outfit, asked for a bath to be ready in three hours, and considered that to be good enough. That done, he slipped down the back stairs, and within seconds of stepping into the garden he'd spotted the little door half-hidden behind the vines.

"Okay, so what's the story here?" he asked as soon as the door closed behind him. Kristoff had been waiting in the alley, which was clean and quiet.

"The girl you rescued is Princess Anna, and in baseline it was Hans who did that. You can guess how things went after that. But that's actually not the important part." Kristoff's story was straight out of a fairy tale: a princess with ice powers, cryptic advice from magic creatures, betrayal, and true love. It was a little disappointing to learn that both princesses were unAwake Loopers, as he would have enjoyed comparing notes with them too, but oh, well. "So, I don't mind her crushing on you, since she's not Awake and nobody from the Bat crowd is going to pull anything on her that I'd have to stop. Because I would. Not that I think you would, but…"

"Nah, I get it. I've done the same thing with my girlfriend when she's fallen for another Looper. Of course, she's not Looping, but still. I'll try to keep Hans away from Anna, but I don't think that's going to prevent some other kind of blowup. Elsa sounds like a time bomb. No offense, but those trolls of yours really screwed up on that."

"No, that's fair," Kristoff shrugged. "Elsa's told me the exact wording enough times that I've got it memorized, and if I'd been her parents, I'd probably have thought the same as they did. I've called them on it any number of times, but they aren't Looping either, and I'm never Awake early enough to do anything about it."

"Well, that sucks."

"Yeah. Both girls need therapy at this point in the Loop, and I'm not really very good at being as tactful as I should be for that kind of thing. Also, peasant. There's no way I'd be allowed in the castle to help. It's all on you, unless one of them Awakens later. No pressure."

"None at all."

They talked a while longer, and Kristoff made sure that Terry had as much detailed knowledge of the events of the next day or so as he could cram into a couple of hours. There were so many little things that could go wrong; still, if Elsa did freak out and run from the castle, the Loop tended to follow the pattern. It was quite railroading, but it was similar enough that Terry would know exactly where to head to intervene at any given moment. Both agreed that the best thing to do if things went all Fimbulwinter was to make sure Terry would be with Kristoff and Anna when they tracked down Elsa. Kristoff would be leaving as soon as he was done talking to Terry, making sure that he would be in place to rescue Anna once she fell in the stream. Not before, though; he wanted her in a more sensible outfit for traveling and experience had told him that she wouldn't voluntarily waste time on silly things like clothes that would keep her from freezing to death. They wished each other luck and went their separate ways.

Terry awoke, this time without the capital A, head throbbing, in the dark. He had expected Hans to pull something, but being sucker-punched and… was he? Yep, locked in a trunk… was a bit much. He took a few seconds to decide how best to handle this, then shrugged and pulled his wand out of his Pocket. One quick Blasting spell and the trunk was splinters raining down around the room; a casual onlooker might get the impression that Terry was a bit peeved. The wand went back in, and he stormed down the stairs, bellowing orders to find Hans and arrest him. He knew it wouldn't do much good, but the evidence he showed that Hans had attacked him (mainly, the bump on his head and the fact that Hans had lied about Terry's having left early for the coronation) was a good foundation for later. His next order was for a horse from the stable that was both sturdy and fast, and for a riding costume that wouldn't leave him with frostbite. Since the blizzard had already enveloped Arendelle, nobody argued. As soon as he was changed, he left one last order: send someone to find the ambassador and tell him what had happened. Then he jumped on an impressively large dapple-grey horse and thundered away in proper fairy-tale fashion.

He didn't think he'd been out for too long, but he'd bet Anna was more than halfway to her ice bath by now. He'd head for the store where Kristoff had met her in baseline. He got there almost an hour before they did; he hadn't been out for as long as he'd thought.

"Terry? What are you doing here? How's your head?" Anna stared at him, ignoring her icy clothes. "Hans told me you had a bad headache."

"Yeah, well, since he's the one who bashed me over the head, he should know."

"What a jerk," Kristoff muttered. "Told you the guy had a bad reputation."

"But he was so sweet to me," she said. "Why would he do that?"

"Because you're a princess and next in line to the throne," Terry said bluntly. "I was sent to keep him away from you, because our parents knew that you'd been sealed away in that castle most of your life and probably hadn't had much company outside of books. That's bad enough for anyone, but for a royal, that's a recipe for disaster. You're smart, I can see that, but some things have to be learned by just getting out into the world and meeting people. Look, I don't know all of what's going on, and I hope you'll tell me, but first you need to get into something dry and warm."

Anna stared at him still, but finally bit her lip and accepted the only warm outfit available. Terry wasn't surprised that both fit and color were perfect for her. She explained her side of the story through the closed door as she changed, and Terry winced. So far, he hadn't done much but keep her from falling for Hans. That was better than nothing, but from things she let slip, Hans was not willing to settle for being friend-zoned. The three men in the shop exchanged grimaces.

"Nice girl, but too sheltered," the shopkeeper sighed. "These royals need a good dose of reality sometimes. Could be worse; at least she and her sister aren't like those step-sisters of the princess in the kingdom just south of here. I could tell you stories…"

"I was down there once," Kristoff said. "Heard 'em sing. Good thing is, it cleared out that impacted ear wax."

"I really hope that's the most disgusting thing I hear today," Terry deadpanned.

"No fair challenging me when we have to ride with Anna."

Terry just grinned.

Kristoff had told him about the spat with the wolves, which wasn't too hard to avoid, along with a few other incidents they could skip to save time. It would mean getting to Elsa before she made the giant psycho snowman, which Terry wasn't all that eager to meet. The whole thing was reminding him of the many and varied ways he failed to save Victor Fries from either falling into Derek Powers' hands or being stuck as a disembodied head forever, and evil snow was hitting a little too close to home after his last Loop. Thankfully, the first living snow creature he met was anything but.

"Kristoff! Hi! Who's our new friend?"

Introductions were made, and they continued towards Elsa's ice castle. By knowing all the difficulties in advance, they were able to avoid them, arriving at the castle hours earlier than they had in baseline, according to Kristoff's muttered aside. As they crossed the bridge, Terry began to whistle a tune his grandmother for one Loop had loved. To his surprise, Kristoff groaned.

"You had to do that, didn't you? Now I'm gonna have that stuck in my head for years!"

Terry just cackled dementedly. He hadn't expected anyone to recognize the tune, but he was always happy to torment people with it when they did. As far as he was concerned, it was the single schmaltziest song in all the Loops, and he put great effort into avoiding hearing anything worse. But they were entering the castle now; time to get serious.

Elsa's new dress was distracting, but Terry reminded himself that Dana would kick his ass and focused his mind on getting her straightened out before Hans and that guy from Weaseltown or whatever the name of that country was showed up with their mob. But first they had to convince her that she wasn't going to Doom Them All by accident.

"It's not safe for me to be around people!" she insisted. "Look outside! At least if I stay here, Arendelle will be safe. And you, if you go back there."

"Yeah, about that," Kristoff said. "Arendelle's in a deep-freeze too."

Elsa's eyes grew wide, and the light snow around the castle started to intensify. Terry gave Kristoff a dirty look.

"That tact thing? Work on it. Seriously." He turned to Elsa, choosing his words carefully. "Look, the problem here isn't you. It's your training."

"I—I haven't trained this. I've just tried to fight it back."

"Well, there's your problem." Terry mentally dope-slapped himself for the impromptu Mythbusters imitation, and Kristoff returned his dirty look. "Your Highness, you have these powers, and all the pretending in the world won't make them go away. You have to learn control, not repression. It's a lot harder, but it actually works. Have you ever seen what happens to a sealed bottle if it gets heated?"

"I've been working on my control since I got up here," Elsa said. "But after so many years, I—I can't. I didn't even know I'd created Olaf. I am trying, I swear I am, but I just can't. Not yet. When I just let myself go, I made this castle. I know when I'm not being scared of myself that I can do wonderful things. But I have to be alone to get that confidence. When there are others around, I'm terrified; I almost killed Anna once, when we were young. She doesn't remember it, but that's how she got that streak in her hair—we were playing, and I slipped, and my magic hit her in the head. Father and Mother took us to the trolls, and they helped Anna, but they said I had to—Oh. Oh, dear. Oh, Father… He meant well, he did, and he was never anything but kind, but he got it wrong, didn't he?"

"Little bit, yeah," Kristoff said.

"Please stop helping," Terry said, wondering if Kristoff was, well, trolling. "Anyway, ignoring him, you can't solve this by hiding. You're going to make mistakes. Everyone does. But there are so many reasons why you need to get used to having people around, and soon."

"Because of Prince Hans' mob of angry… shutting up now," Olaf said. Terry hadn't realized a snowman could blush. He looked back at Elsa, but she didn't look more nervous. If anything, she looked slightly feral.

"Prince Hans, is it?" she said. "The Prince Hans who tried to manipulate Anna?"

"You knew too?" Anna blurted. "Am I the only one who didn't?"

"Anna, before the accident, we left the palace fairly often to play with children of the local nobles. I was old enough to see some of what people could get up to, and our parents warned me about other dangers as I grew older. You never had the chance, and part of that was my fault. I should have insisted on you being allowed to go out. Isolation can make you…" Elsa broke off, frowning. "I'm using your argument, aren't I, Prince Terje?"

"You kinda are."

Elsa thought for a few minutes, and they let her. Outside, the snow thickened and dissipated in turns; they were all relieved when it slowed to a mere flurry, occasional flashes of sunlight visible.

"I'm still not sure about this," she said, "but I have responsibilities. To my people and my sister. Can you help me?"

"We all can," Anna said. "I don't know how, but I want to help. After all, part of this is my fault, and even if it wasn't, you're still my sister. Look—you've even built a snowman, just like we used to. And I'm not afraid of you. I know you'd never deliberately hurt me. And if you do by accident, well, accidents happen even when you're careful. Elsa, please—come home. I've missed having a sister."

"…So have I," Elsa whispered. The two hugged, and the last of the clouds vanished from the sky. Terry heard a loud sniffle next to him and handed Kristoff his handkerchief without looking. An even louder honk followed.

"Don't even think of trying to give that back," he said.

"Okay. But this part always gets me, no matter when in the Loops it comes. It may not be romance, but it is True Love. They are looking through—"

"Do you want to be a snowman? Then finish that sentence. I dare you."

"Do I want to know?" Elsa was looking at them, amused, with Anna grinning by her side.

"They've been like this since we met at that trading post. I don't understand half of what they say, but it's just so much fun to watch."

"Just for that, I think Terry should explain. And sing."

"Oh, no. You brought it up again; you explain. And sing."

"You started it."

"Yeah, but not where anybody but you heard it; Anna was too far ahead."

"Gentlemen…" Elsa's smile was far too sweet, and the ice began to sparkle ominously. Terry and Kristoff looked at each other yet again, cringing. Maybe they were doomed after all.

"…Since Iiiiiii fouuuuund yoooooo/ Looking throuuugh the ey-ey-eyes of Looooove," Terry and Kristoff harmonized, Sven yodeling in counterpoint. Elsa and Anna were collapsed in Elsa's throne, helpless with laughter. Olaf was giggling hard enough to dislodge his nose; he held it in one stick hand.

"Oh, dear heavens, that's awful," Elsa gasped. "And you say this was popular?"

"Yep. And ten years later, nobody remembered it even existed." Terry said.

"Or at least would admit to it," Kristoff snickered.

"Can you blame them?" Anna giggled. "I know I've read too many romances, but none of them were so… sappy."

"It was a heartwarming, inspirational story," Terry said as pompously as he could, bringing out a fresh spate of giggles from the sisters. It wasn't quite how he'd intended to get Elsa to relax, but if it worked, it worked.

"Heartwarming and inspirational," Elsa said. "Two words that strike fear into the hearts of anyone with taste. But I am so using that song for something someday."

"…"

"…"

"Okay, how long have you been Awake?" Terry and Kristoff chorused.

"Since about halfway through the first line. You were performing it so… intently that I just didn't have the heart to interrupt."

"Me neither," Anna said, blushing as she looked at Terry. "Oh, and sorry about that whole hero-worship thing."

"It happens. Every. Single. Loop. Not your fault; I think the damn tree thinks it's funny. I'm sorry it picked on you this time."

"Well, at least I wasn't crushing on ol' Horrible Hans. Ooooo, Elsa, I just had an idea! How quickly can you learn that song?"

Terry had worried that the Loop was going to be overloaded on drama. As he watched Elsa pretending to throw herself at a panicking Hans who was clearly trying to figure out how to explain that he wanted Anna and not the scary ice witch who could turn him into a jerksicle with a flutter of her eyelashes, while Elsa sang the Worst Song Ever, he knew that his fears were groundless. He and Kristoff had dealt with Weaselduke and his mooks, and Anna had charmed the rest into submission. Olaf helped by being utterly unintimidating. He walked out on the balcony, looked down to Arendelle where the harbor was clear and blue. and smiled. Yep, definitely one of those Loops.

9.1-9.4: And so a movie retelling begins. Unfortunately, it doesn't look like the conclusion was ever written, but I'd like to think it had a happy ending.

9.5: Welcome to the Loops, Tadashi.

9.6: Puns are an occasional fact of life in the Loops.

9.7: "I can't argue with that logic." No. No, you can't.

9.8: For context, Tsukasa and Yuusuke are looping in place of Donald and Goofy, and the original (as in, not A.R.) Kazuma Kenzaki, Kamen Rider Blade, is present. Also, because of the Fused Loop potential… Vanitas is Dark Decade.

9.9: For those unfamiliar, this references a scene from the Phineas and Ferb theme song.

9.10: Elevator Sagas pop up occasionally. For the full Star Wars Elevator Saga, see chapter 12 of Star Wars Episode Infinity: the Loops by Crossoverpairinglover.

9.11: Frozen Beyond.