It took some effort, but the two officers finally managed to get the dazed woman into the office at the back of the station. After they had parked, the smaller officer, who had introduced himself as Sheriff T. Mon, had opened the rear door. The woman staggered as she got out and nearly, both officers moving to help her but stopping just short, remembering the panicked state the woman had entered when they had tried to touch her arms. Pumba held out his arm, smiling warmly, "Might I help you?" The woman nodded shyly and gripped his sleeve as the three entered the station.

They had gotten her settled in the comfiest chair they could find and wrapped an itchy wool blanket around her in an attempt to warm her icy skin. "There, all toasty now?" T. Mon, Pumba had called him Tim, asked her. When she didn't respond he sighed "We're going to ask you a few questions, try and get an idea of what happened. Okay? Was there an accident?"

The redhead looked down. Images of a fight on a train flashed through her mind.

"Did someone try to hurt you?" Pumba questioned next.

Her grip on the blanket tightened. A chase through a forest, the howling of angry dog. She shuddered.

Pumba frowned as he watched her. "How about any family or friends. Anyone how could tell us who you are?"

She calmed down a moment, her mind filled with the faces of her family in the warehouse. So far away now. How far had she run? Where was she now?

Tim moved behind the woman and his russet brows furrowed. Carving a path across the back of her head through what little hair had grown back, was a jagged scar. "Is that a scar?" he asked as he leaned closer, "who did this to you?" he reached out a hand to gentle touch the scar.

The redhead flinched and ice shot across the desk, freezing it solid. The two officer jumped back, startled, yet they stayed. They exchanged a glance and Pumba nodded. "How about a nice hot drink? Would you like any coco? I can promise you that Tim here makes the best coco you will ever have." When she managed a crooked smile and a nod the two officers left the room to fetch the promised chocolate beverage.

A towncar raced its way down the highway, weaving in and out of the sparse traffic. Inside, Dr. Oaken furiously argued over his phone. "You must stop them!" he snapped "They have no idea what they are dealing with! None of us do! She dropped off the planet, who knows how you could have changed." His voice softened slightly before he continued "You have to tell them to wait for me to get there."

"It's too late, Oaken. They are already on the move" came the voice over the phone.

"Then call them back!" Oaken cried "They have to be stopped!" with that he hung up. "Fools, fools each one of them," he grumbled, looking out the window. "Anna, please don't do anything rash."

A small twinkling sound came from above the woman in the office and she sighed. "I know, Elsa." She let the blanket fall as she stood, icy wind began to whip up around her. "They finally caught up to us." Her eyes began to glow with an eerie blue light, "I've been out for three months, guess it's time to get some exercise."

The doors to the station burst inwards as a SWAT team flooded into the small station. Coco spilled across the floor as T. Mon and Pumba held their hands up in the air. The team seemed to split aside as Rainoult stormed towards the two small town cops. "Where is the girl?" he ground out.

Pumba motioned towards the door behind him and Rainoult nodded. A few swift hand signals and his team took up position on either side of the door. "Open it" he hissed at T. Mon.

Tim's slow steps took him to the door and, reluctantly, he pulled it up.

When Oaken arrived at the scene, the station was gone and in its place was an explosion of ice they looked to have started in the building centre. Blood and body part lay about the scene. Sitting outside, leaning against the only cruiser left, were two men, each holding a small crystal snowflake. They looked shaken but other than that fine.

"What happened here?" Oaken asked.

"A snow monster" Pumba mumbled.

Oaken narrowed his eyes "What do you mean?"

Tim shrugged "We left her in the office and when I opened the door she was gone, and in her place was this massive creature of snow and ice. She tore those men to pieces." He held up the snowflake in his hand "Gave us these…. Mouth thank you and then left, like a winter storm."

Oaken looked down the road. A trail of massive circular footsteps lead away from the carnage, growing smaller and smaller before vanishing.