The palace of the land of ice was very imposing. It stood at least a thousand feet up in the air, and was guarded by two tough snowmen clad in gold armor. Today, as Clara and company walked up to the palace, these two were discussing matters of importance...

"I'm just sayin," the first snowman told his pal. "—I'd taste pretty good with a little fruit juice, sittin' on a cone."

"You been lickin' th' yella snow agin." The other snowman replied.

"—Uh, S'CUSE ME?!" Clara called to the two snowmen guards.

"YEAH?!" The first guard hollered. "WHO IS IT?! CAN'T YOU SEE WE'S DISCUSSIN' REAL IMPORTANT MATTAHS?!"

"Yes, but, I NEED TO SEE THE QUEEN!" Clara replied.

"Okay, okay! OI ENOUGH WITH THE SHOUTIN'! Imma get the door..."

The snowmen guards both opened up the enormous, icy drawbridge to the palace. Clara was the first to walk across, and when she looked down, it was almost as though she was walking above the ocean that made up the moat—the shadow of an enormous whale was directly below her feet.

"Wow..." she exhaled, in absolute awe.

"That's a looot of sushi." The Nutcracker replied, staring at the aquatic mammal as well.

"—Is it edible?" Dave asked, licking his lips at the whale.

Soon, the three were inside the palace, the two snowmen rapidly closing the drawbridge. The interior was enormous, and everything—literally everything was made from ice, the furniture, the walls, the curtains for the massive windows, along with multiple ice columns.

"WOW! GET A LOAD OF THESE SWEET DIGS!" Dave hollered.

Yes, this is wonderful and all," the Nutcracker replied. "But where the heck is the—"

The Nutcracker accidentally stumbled into something, he stood back up and gazed in awe.

"—Queen?"

The thing that the Nutcracker had bumped into, in particular, was the massive throne of Istapp, Queen of ice. She sat at the very top, above a flight of stairs, lounging about with two snowmen fanning her with white feathers on two enormous poles. Istapp was dressed in...a fur bikini, which seemed odd—but she was the queen of ice, with her blue hair and pasty, white skin, much like a clown. She stared down at them, until Dave spoke up;

"—Wait, who's this chick again?" Dave asked.

"-SERIOUSLY?!" The ice Queen replied, then stood up.

(Cue hip hop version of "Waltz of the Snowflakes")

"They call me Ist-to the a,

Double p,

Y'all sucka MC's best listen to me,

An' put a coat on,

Cause it's gonna get chilly!"

The Snow Queen cascaded down a massive ice slide, flanked by a crowd of breakdancing snowmen.

"Yeah, Y'know I got that hot new thang,

No it minus ten below,

Way under the Celsius,

You'd better get wit' the flow,

An' just chill,

Till' the next epi-snow!"

The tall woman popped up behind Clara and the Nutcracker, and, using her abilities, conjured a large flurry of snow that looked more like fireworks.

"Cause I'm the Ice Queen,

I ain't real mean,

Wit' my fresh to the max

Snowman ho-mies!"

"Hey! She's pretty rad!" Dave smiled, rushing over to go dance with the snowmen.

"Yeah I'm the Ice Queen,

Y'all gonna know me!

I'll freeze yo' car wit' my fly

Snow flu-rries!"

(PEACE!)

"Oh." Dave replied. "Now I know."

"So, anyway.." the ice Queen asked the girl. "What on earth are you doing in my glorious palace?"

"We have come to ask permission to use your sword, your grace.." The Nutcracker spoke this time. "For the mouse king has taken control over the lands, and he must be defeated at once."

"I grant you permission to use my sword, soldier of wood, and human girl," Istapp spoke, as a penguin walked over with a gilded box containing the sword. Istapp pulled it out, and handed it to Clara. "Use it wisely, and unite our lands once more."

Clara took the sword, placed the sheath around her body, and tucked the sword within.

"I shall not fail you, Ice Queen." Clara replied.