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Author's Note: I found more time! Yay!
Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed! I realized after posting Chapter 3 that I was being kind of rude in not replying to any comments. So, I decided that I would start now. First, to ZenClaire, thank you for your thoughts. It actually made me change the story around a lot (since my plot before, in retrospect, stunk) Again, thanks. Next longer review, thewookie1, I agree that Disney does not have a secret police. As you will see in this chapter, the bad guys are not Disney. You also mentioned that it felt like I rushed them through Disney World. You're right; I did. I couldn't think of a way to get them to go through the rides and still keep them in character and have the story flow. However, and this goes for everyone, if you have an idea (or maybe more) about how you think I should write more Disney in, please tell me! This is, after all, my first fic. To Anonius, thank you. I will be adding some events in future chapters where they have to get through our world, customs, tech, and all! And last but not least, to all of the other reviewers, thank you so much. Every single one makes me feel great.
A thank you to everyone who has read this story. I really am having fun with this! :)
Enjoy!
Elsa awoke later in a room, laying in a corner on the floor, alone.
Where am I?
A floor to ceiling mirror was along one wall, and the other three were painted white. A bright light was mounted in the ceiling above her. The only furniture was a table and two chairs. A rectangular box with a glass circle on front pointed at her from the corner. It looked a lot like the machine that had startled them when they had been visiting their impersonators.
She looked down at herself. She was still in the normal dress that she had put on that morning, but it was incredibly dirty and had a jagged rip from the hem to a point halfway up her calf. She stood up and immediately regretted it. Her head spinning violently, she sat down in the chair facing the mirror, barely managing to keep her breakfast down. The feeling quickly dissipated.
What happened? Elsa wondered. How did they drug us?
Then a more startling question. Where's Anna?!
The door opened, and a man stepped through. "Good day to you, Elizabeth." He spat the name out, as if saying, You liar. "My name is Agent Stevens, and I represent the United States National Security Agency, Special Investigations Division. But, I bet that Elizabeth isn't your name, is it?"
Elsa said nothing, only continued coldly staring at him.
"Okay, your name is not that important right now. The man you knew as Robert mentioned that he thought that you were in charge, and I understand that you feel that you need to protect your so-called 'operation', so, I'll tell you what we already know about you. We'll see if that loosens your tongue up.
"20 years ago, the US Government opened up a classified experiment at the Los Alamos National Laboratory. Its main mission was to look for a new type of sub-atomic particle; the beta-type neutrino. Previously, the scientists had predicted that the particles would be randomly moving through the universe, but instead found that they were all moving towards a specific point in space. In addition, the particles would suddenly appear, travel a short distance, and then disappear altogether, and always were traveling in the same direction as their companions."
What the heck is he talking about?
"The real kicker, though, is that they were moving at faster-than-light speeds. This previously was thought impossible.
"In the subsequent years, those scientists ran numerous calculations that are above me, and found that the particles converged on one point, and that our planet would pass through that location on a specific date and time. That date and time was yesterday when and where you and your companion suddenly appeared at Epcot. Would you care to explain that?"
"I do not believe that I can," Elsa replied.
"Uh-huh. Well, can you tell me who you work for? The Chinese, perhaps? Or maybe the Russians?"
"The Russians?! Why in the world would I work for them?!" Frost creeped along the underside of the table.
"Money? The promise of power?"
"Why would I want any more money or power than I already have?"
"Greed. Everyone is greedy. You think that you are any different?"
"I don't have to answer these questions." She was regaining her composure.
A pause from the agent. His finger tapped the table. "Please bear in mind that we also have your accomplice in custody."
"I'm sorry, to whom are you referring?"
"The red-haired woman that we captured along with you. Don't bother denying it."
Crud. "Okay. I know her. My turn to ask a question. Why am I here?"
"Okay, I'll humor you. You are here because after a temporal event you suddenly appeared in a highly populated area. In our post-9/11 world, a threat like that is quite important to us. What if next time you appeared in the White House with a gun, for example? We have to be able to find out how you were able to accomplish this."
"What is 9/11?"
"Don't bother with asking me stupid questions like that. You still haven't answered my original question. Who do you work for?"
Fine. Why not? "You may say I am…affiliated with Arendelle."
"Arendelle? Isn't that the country that the travel agencies are calling The Monaco of the North?"
Has a good ring to it, Elsa thought. "I don't know."
"Okay, you are really not helping. Okay, let's try this again. What is your name?"
Let it go. Ice crept down the table legs. Her teeth were clenched."Okay, since you keep asking, my full name is Her Royal Majesty Queen Elsa of Arendelle, however on my bad days some people call me the Ice Queen. You, though, can address me as Queen Elsa or Your Royal Majesty. Since I have protections afforded to me by my diplomatic standing, I demand that your organization get myself and my companion safely to Arendelle as quickly as possible."
"Okay, 'Queen Elsa', that is a fascinating story. Your travel 'demand' will also not happen. I'll leave you to sit here for a while, so you can cool down. Perhaps then you will be more cooperative." She stared back at him with hatred evident in her eyes. He stood up and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
Doesn't he know that I could sit here for years and still not be cold?
Who the heck is she? The interviewer wondered. Her story is so outlandish…
But if it is true…
He walked into a small office space down the hall. "Hey, Susan! I need you to look up a monarch, a Queen Elsa of Arendelle. See if you can find a portrait of her, a description, something."
"Yes, sir."
Agent Stevens walked to his corner office, wondering if whoever she was really was telling the truth. He sat down at his desk and typed up a report on the interrogation so far, but didn't send it to Fort Meade. He wanted to finish up before he sent it off.
Fifteen minutes passed, and Susan called out, "Sir! I found a portrait of her! I'm printing it out now."
Stevens grabbed the picture off of the printer and walked into the observation room. 'Queen Elsa' was still sitting in there, a look of disgust and worry on her face, eyes looking straight ahead.
He held the paper up, eyes flitting between the page and the girl who called herself Elsa in the interrogation room. "No. It can't be," he breathed.
Elsa sat at the table, fuming over that agent and worrying about Anna. If they interviewed Anna, she would either tell them everything or just go berserk. Either option was not good in Elsa's opinion.
That left just one option. When she got the chance, she'd have to go for it.
Hang on, Anna. I'm coming.
Author's Note: Thanks for reading, guys, and I hope you enjoyed it! You know what to do! Review, favorite, follow, and make my day a hundred times better! Thanks in advance!
P.S.: I hear the sing-along version is a lot of fun. Everyone should go see it! Maybe we can push Frozen over a billion bucks! (I'm seeing it over the weekend)
Edit: Switched some words around.