Author's Note: Sorry about the wait, guys, but I had a big competition this weekend and was way too busy since then to write. But, yay, I was able to write today, and write I did! This is the longest chapter yet! Hope you guys like it, and yes, I finally did put in some action, and also made it pretty funny, since it seems that you guys like funny. (I aim to please) So please, enjoy this chapter and share your thoughts!
P.S.: In this chapter and in subsequent chapters, I will write under the assumption that Arendelle is a real place in southern Scandinavia, so don't think Wait, what the heck is he doing? Everyone knows that there isn't a country called Arendelle in real life! Believe me, I know that, but saying it's real is just so much more fun.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything owned by someone else. (Such as Frozen, or McDonalds.) I only own my own characters and story.
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Agent Stevens stood there, stunned. The anomaly that they had been tracking hadn't been a transportation device after all; it had been time travel!
So if she is Queen Elsa, then who was the other girl? We haven't been able to question her yet, since she is still asleep and, from the looks of the surveillance cameras, drooling. Stevens suddenly thought of an explanation, and decided to find out if it was true.
"Susan! Did you find any mention of a sibling?"
"Yes. The queen had a sister, Princess Anna."
"Do we have a picture of her?"
"Yes, just one at the moment."
"Print it out now!"
"Okay," Susan replied hesitantly. What is bothering him about 200 year old dead people? Of course, because of the sensitive and compartmentalized nature of their work, not only did they work alone (no one else worked on their floor, even though there was room for twenty more agents), but she also did not have access to the surveillance cameras and couldn't actually see the people they brought in. Even though their field agent, who went by Robert, was technically based here, he was off doing something classified. She was entirely there to support Agent Stevens in his interrogation. Stevens ran to grab it off of the printer.
"Get me everything that we know for sure about the queen and princess. I need to know everything, and I need to know it yesterday!" He took the printout with Anna's picture and sprinted through the hallway until he got to the observation room that looked into the chamber that the redhead had been placed in. He held up the paper, eyes flying back and forth, comparing the two. With the exception of the prisoner's messed up hair and drool, they were a match.
"Crap! We arrested a queen and princess from the early 1800's!" He then began swearing creatively.
Elsa was still sitting at the table, still as a statue, disgust and a cold fury running through her bloodstream, listening to the faint sounds coming from behind the closed door. Just a minute ago, she had heard a man yelling, and then heard heavy footsteps rushing past her door, going what sounded like left down the hallway. It seemed to Elsa that something was going on behind that door, and now was as good a chance as any.
She stood up, walked over to the door, and tried to turn the handle. It was locked. Darn. Luckily, locks don't bother me anyway, the thought with a grin. With a single thought and wave of her hand, a wedge of ice formed inside the lock, expanding, expanding, until a loud crack rang out in the small room. The door swung open.
However, before she set foot outside of the room, an idea occurred to her. I am going into battle, so wouldn't it be a good idea to wear something that will protect me? Elsa thought so, and it took only five seconds for a dress made of tightly woven ice to materialize over her old fabric dress, glowing dark blue and black with thick ice plates covering her like an armored jacket. (Later, government analysts would look at the security cameras and decide that the ice material had many similarities to Kevlar.) Those who had captured them earlier were about to feel her fury.
She walked out of the room, a blue ice sword materializing in her hand. She sharpened its edge with her mind to the point that it could cut through a wall of metal like it was butter. A raging blizzard formed around her, blowing her hair straight out to the side, flapping like a flag in a hurricane.
Then a woman walked out of a door behind her, yelling "Stop, or I'll shoot!" The woman held something metal in her hands, and she fought the wind to keep it steady. Within half a second, Elsa created an iceball hovering in the air in front of her and sent it rocketing towards the woman, hitting her forehead and sending her to la-la land.
Onward Elsa walked, like a Valkyrie of old, cutting open doors into rooms. As soon as the doors would be unlatched, the wind would shove them open, a long bang resounding with each room opened. However, every single room was white with absolutely no furniture inside. Elsa would have thought that strange, had she not already been so furious. Throughout this whole time, the only person to confront her had been that woman.
Finally, after a slash and gust of wind, a door swung open, revealing Anna's room. She was stretched out on her side across the floor, drool running out of her mouth like a river, snoring like a foghorn, and hair looking like she had been hit by lightning. Elsa knelt down, reached out and touched Anna's shoulder gently. "Wake up, Anna! We need to get out of here!"
"Wa wath tha… (snore)"
"WAKE UP, ANNA!"
"I'm awake, em ewake… (snore)"
Elsa created a raging blizzard, even more ferocious and cold than the one already encircling her around Anna's head and turned the floor under her to ice.
"BRRRRRRRRRRR!" Anna yelled, now wide awake. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT, ELSA?!"
"We need to get out of here, now!" Anna looked around for the first time, just now noticing the room she was in, and then noticed Elsa's armored dress.
"Whoa, that is so cool! I so want one of those, wait, no, I don't, because that would be just, like, so cold! You know what I mean? Like,…"
Is she always like this in the morning? Elsa wondered as they pulled out into the hallway, Anna still talking a mile a minute. They didn't get far, though.
"STOP!" They did, and turned around, Elsa immediately conjuring an extra-big iceball behind her back. Agent Stevens stood there, holding another metal object in his hands. He must have been in one of the rooms further down the hall. "Where are you two going?"
No response, with the exception of an iceball screaming through the air from behind Elsa and nearly instantly slamming into Stevens, impacting first with the metal object, pushing it back and breaking the fingers holding it- the girls could hear some snaps of bone- and then continued, bouncing upward and slamming into the side of his face, breaking his jaw as well. He fell to the ground, in dreamland along with the other agent.
Elsa, sword out and at the ready, walked cautiously up to the man and checked his pulse. It was normal. She then frisked him, emptying his pockets. They contained a metal object with a glass front that said 'iPhone' on the back, whatever that was, and a wallet. She opened the wallet, and saw that it contained a large amount of paper currency. Elsa flipped through, adding it all up, and saw that it totaled to 4,786. (There were a lot of bills that said '100'.) She stood up, created a new pocket in her armored dress, and placed the wallet inside.
"Um, hey Elsa? Do you think you could stop your personal blizzard? It really is c-c-cold."
"What?! Oh, sure." The snow stopped moving in midair and fell to the ground, creating an accumulation of around 5 inches in the hallway.
She then had another idea. Running back to the hall outside the room where she had been earlier, Anna close behind, she found the woman she had knocked out at the beginning of her escape. Her pulse was normal, and her pockets also had a wallet inside, this on totaling up to 3,247. Elsa ran some quick math as she pocketed the second wallet. They now had local paper currency totaling 8,033.
The girls then ran down the handful of hallways on the floor, and the entire time never ran into anyone else. They ran around corners, Elsa's sword leading the way, until they came to a steel door at the end of the hall with a little glowing circle beside it. It pointed straight down at the floor.
Anna was confused. "What are we supposed to do now?"
Elsa was looking at the glowing circle. "What happens if you touch this?" She did, and it pushed into the wall a bit. After a short wait a bell sounded from behind the door, and it opened, revealing a small room.
"Um, hey Elsa, why did that door just open on its own?"
"This is the future, Anna, and I guess that it just…does."
"Oh." They walked in, and the door closed.
Anna was worried. This seems too much like a prison cell. "And what now?" she asked innocently.
Elsa looked to the left of the door, and saw that it also had little glowing circles. One of them even had a little label next to it that had a star and said '1'. "Maybe you are supposed to press the '1' first." Elsa pressed it.
A female voice came from the ceiling and said "Floor One Selected." Elsa's sword came up in reflex.
"Who was that!?" Anna exclaimed, even though it sounded like whowasthat? Then the floor dropped from under them.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHH!" Anna screamed. Elsa took the opportunity to switch her armored dress to a normal ice dress, without the cape. Then the floor stopped dropping, and Elsa shushed Anna with a hand covering her mouth. Anna's face was as red as her hair.
"Seriously," Elsa admonished her as she melted the armor plates, "you can go to another planet and scream about how fun it was but you can't take the floor dropping out from under you?"
The door dinged open, both stifling any response from Anna and revealing a lobby that had no one in it, with the exception of an old man who looked to be 90 sitting behind a counter to the right, reading a copy of something called Seventeen. He didn't look up. The girls walked out of the glass doors straight ahead of them, turned left, and kept walking.
They looked around in amazement. The street was flanked by buildings that looked like they were 300 feet tall or more.
This even dwarfs that Epcot place, Elsa reflected. This is a huge city.
Amazingly enough, and for the first time in forever, Anna found herself with nothing to say. She just walked on, mouth hanging open. They crossed a few streets to get away from the building where they had been held captive. (On the first street they had almost crossed in front of the metal vehicles that shot down the streets at absurd velocities, but a man reached out and stopped them, irately informing them how to read the crosswalk 'go' signals.) After a few blocks, Elsa finally remembered that 'Robert' had mentioned something called an 'airplane', and that it was the fastest way to get to Arendelle.
"Elsa!" Anna exclaimed. "Look up!" She did. Flying through the air above them was a…machine of some sort, and it was creating a white, narrow cloud behind it. "What in the world is it?"
"I believe, Anna, that that would be an airplane."
"Oh."
They walked onward, looking at the store's windows, with Anna oohing and aahing over each and every item in each and every window. After a while, though, a realization struck Elsa like a bolt of lightning.
We stick out here in our dresses like a sore thumb. We need to get some new clothes. Just then Anna oohed and aahed over a new window, this one for a place called JCPenney's.
"Come on, Elsa, let's go shopping!" Anna exclaimed for the fiftieth time that day.
And before then, Elsa always had had the same response. No. But this time, she chose another answer. "Sure, Anna. But we will only buy what you can wear out, and nothing extravagant.
Anna rushed the store like it had chocolate in it. (which, they later found out, it did, since a holiday called Valentine's Day was in a few weeks, whatever that was) After looking around for about ten minutes, and asking numerous sales clerks for help, Elsa found a blue short-sleeved shirt with white pants. She thought it fit her personality.
Once Elsa found what she wanted, she set off to find Anna. Elsa found her in short order, since she was looking at the dresses and chocolate. She was walking over to her when a disembodied voice rang out, "Attention shoppers. Today, if your bill is over fifty dollars, you can get ten percent off for our sale this week. Thank you for choosing JCPenny's, and have a wonderful day!"
"Whoa!" Anna exclaimed. "There is another voice in the ceiling!" Nearby shoppers gave her a 'You're crazy' look, and some even took a double-take, probably wondering What are 200 year old princesses doing in JCPenney's?
"Anna, you are making a scene. And what is all of this? I told you that you could only buy what you could wear out!"
"Oh, come on, Elsa. I always need more clothes!"
"No, you don't. Not here. Pick one shirt and one pair of pants, and anything you absolutely need to go along with it, with the exception of jewelry."
"Party pooper." She did as asked, though. She decided on a green shirt and blue pants that were apparently called 'jeans', whatever that meant.
They took their purchases up to the counter, Anna complaining the whole time that she couldn't buy more.
They waited in line, and walked up to the counter when a clerk called out, "NEXT!" They placed the items on the counter and the clerk waved a contraption that emitted a line of red light out the front, emitting beeps the whole time.
Now that is a weird device, Elsa thought.
"Okay, your total today is eighty-seven dollars and ninety-eight cents. Will that be cash or credit?"
Umm… "Cash." She took out one of the wallets and handed over five twenties.
"Okay, your change today is twelve dollars and two cents." She handed back three bills and two small copper coins. "Thank you for shopping with us. NEXT!"
Elsa and Anna walked out of the store and down the street a ways. But after a while, "Elsa, we need to find a place to change."
"You're right. After that, though, we really need to find a way to the airport."
"Right you are, oh sister of mine! Maybe we can change here." She began walking towards a place that said 'McDonalds'. Elsa followed, and upon stepping through the threshold was assaulted by the smell of greasy food.
"Ugh," Elsa grumbled. They walked up to a young woman who was cleaning the dining area, and asked if there was a place that they could change. She responded (with a you've got to be kidding me face) that they could use the restrooms just around the corner.
They thanked her and walked in, with the employee watching them as they walked in, wondering if she was seeing things right or if they were the people from that new movie Frozen. Nah, she decided. That would be way too strange.
A few minutes later, after throwing their old things away (or just melting them, in Elsa's case) they emerged in their new clothes, not sticking out quite like a sore thumb. They walked out of the restaurant and stood by the sidewalk.
And stood.
And stood. Apparently, they had no clue what to do. A kind woman who looked to be about sixty noticed this and walked up to them, seeing their perplexed faces. "Is there something wrong, darlings?"
"Actually, ma'am, we're just wondering how we could get to the airport the fastest. Do you know?"
"Absolutely! A taxi would definitely be the fastest. Just hold your arm out and one'll come and take you there."
"Thank you very much, ma'am."
"No problem at all." She went on her way.
Elsa decided to try it. She held her arm out over the road, and a taxi swerved over by the curb. The driver, a man who looked to be about forty, got out, walked over, and opened the rear door. "Here you go, ladies."
"Thank you very much." They got in, and he walked around and got back in. Elsa noticed a crude pictographic drawing on the divider in front of them, which showed a strap across a person sitting in the seat. She looked down at her seat and saw a few straps. She clicked what appeared to be hers into a fastening device and motioned for Anna to do the same.
"Where to, ladies?"
"The airport, please," Anna replied.
"Sure thing."
They arrived twenty-some minutes later, and Elsa paid the driver. They got out and looked at the monstrous building that stretched as far as the eye could see in both directions.
Oh, this is not going to be fun, Elsa thought.
Agent Stevens woke up, his head pounding as Susan stumbled around the corner. He tried to talk, but his jaw hurt too much, and his hands felt like they were on fire.
"Sir? Are you okay?"
A moan was the only response. I will find them, he silently swore to himself. I will find them even if it takes the rest of my life.
With that thought, he once again blacked out.
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Edit: Just added some little things here and there.