Author's Note: Hey guys, I got another chapter written! (This is so much fun!) Hope you all have fun reading this!

42,000 feet over Canada

The two NSA agents sat in the luxuriously appointed cabin along with the half dozen SpecOps team members. Actually, Right reflected as he sat in his seat, looking out the window into blackness, the technical term is 'paramilitary operatives'. These men weren't SEALs, or Delta, or even Rangers. As a matter of fact, they weren't even military. The Agency had picked them up off the streets of inner cities. In their previous lives, they had been gang members, committing crime after crime. They had all been picked up, tried and convicted, but each had been offered an alternative to jail; work for the Government. They had taken the offer, and after years of training, each was among the most disciplined, deadly men on the planet. They had no loyalties to anyone outside of the Agency, and almost blindly followed its orders.

In the way terrorists had suicide bombers, the NSA had these men. Except for the fact that they were reusable.

They terrified Right.

As he sat there, he realized something; when they arrived in Arendelle in a few hours, they would need to know where the targets were in order to capture them. Right mentally faceslapped himself. How did we miss that? That is huge, he thought.

Well, there is one way to quickly clear that up. Right pulled out his satellite phone and, after a bit of mental searching for the number, dialed a number at the US Embassy in Arendelle. It was the deputy assistant to the Ambassador, a position so worthless that only one type of person would take it, and even then only as a cover. When the phone on the other end picked up, the CIA Chief of Station answered. "Hello?"

"Good morning, sir. This is Agent White" -that wasn't his real name- "from the National Security Agency. My team and I are currently inbound, but our targets are also on the move. I would therefore like to request that you put our targets under covert surveillance."

The man on the other side rubbed his face. NSA guys. Oh, great, my day just became sooo much fun. "Okay, Agent White, I'll see what I can do. Could you give me a description of your targets?"

Arendelle International Airport, Present Day

The plane bumped once on landing before braking, its speed quickly dropping. Elsa snapped awake, as she had finally gotten back to dreamland a half hour earlier, while Anna slowly woke up in the seat next to her, her hair sticking straight up.

"Anna, you need to take a brush to that," Elsa said, barely containing her laughter.

"Yeh, but eh dew nut have ay broosh," she replied, almost drunkenly.

Elsa smiled as an idea came to mind. She dropped her hand between her leg and the side of the aircraft and, twirling her fingers, created an ice brush. As she gave it to Anna, she looked around to make sure that no one had seen her little demonstration.

"Ahh, dank oo," Anna said. Elsa chuckled again.

The copilot's voice returned to the cabin, instantly banishing all drowsiness from Anna's head. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is First Officer Lopez. We have just landed at Arendelle International Airport, where the local time is currently 6 AM and the temperature is 67 degrees. For those of you visiting, we hope that you have an enjoyable visit, and for those of you returning home, welcome back." The sisters shivered a little at that. "On behalf of all of us at Arendelle Airlines, thank you for flying with us and we hope to see you again soon."

The aircraft pulled up to a gate at the airport, and the gangway attached to the plane with a thunk. The little light thing that had a picture of a seat belt turned off, and everyone stood up. Elsa and Anna were among the first to stand up, and while everyone else was busy grabbing their bags, walked down the aisle towards the pilots.

Anna made it there first. "Bye!" she squeaked, her eyes staring dreamily at the copilot before she walked on.

Elsa was next, and simply said, "Good flight, gentlemen," as she walked out. She didn't notice the copilot watching her as she walked away.

After fifty feet of walking, they stepped out of the gangway. Immediately, all thoughts of the pilot and copilot were expelled from their minds. Instead, their jaws dropped.

Stretched out ahead of them was a huge hallway, at least a hundred feet wide and stretching as far as the eye could see. The ceiling towered over them, easily fifty feet high. And the amazing part was, it was all glass made to look like ice.

"Elsa, this looks like your castle on the North Mountain," Anna whispered, awestruck.

Elsa stood there staring as well. She could not imagine that her subjects would build a building like this two hundred years after her reign. Then she saw the map twenty feet ahead of her. She immediately walked with purpose toward it. She looked at it and quickly found the 'You Are Here' sticker. They were about halfway down one of the two long hallways that were called concourses at the other airport. However, her knees almost gave out when she saw what this concourse was called.

"Queen Elsa Memorial Concourse," Elsa quietly read, her heart filled with astonishment. Then she looked at the other concourse. "Princess Anna Memorial Concourse." Anna gasped upon hearing that.

"They named the airport after us!?" she hissed in amazement.

"I guess so," Elsa thought. But as she looked around, she realized My ice castle looks cooler. She smiled. No pun intended.

"Huh, that's cool. I'm hungry, and those peanuts were so SMALL!" Anna said. She looked down the hall toward the main terminal and again gasped in shock. "Look over there! We HAVE to eat there."

Elsa turned. Sven's Salad Shack, she read before groaning, "Fine." They walked off. As they approached the restaurant, they saw a life-size model of Sven standing there, a carrot sticking out of its mouth. They got in line to order.

Anna noticed a plaque off to the side, and walked over in order to read it. It read;

THE STORY BEHIND THE SHACK

BACK DURING THE REIGN OF HRM QUEEN ELSA, THE QUEEN'S SISTER, HRH PRINCESS ANNA MET AN ICE HARVESTER, FUTURE REGENT KRISTOFF, WHOSE REINDEER, SVEN, LIKED CARROTS.

Anna shook her head before reading the last part again. '…ANNA MET AN ICE HARVESTER, FUTURE REGENT KRISTOFF…' Anna's jaw dropped when it hit her. She sprinted the few steps back to Elsa.

"Elsa, why did it say over there that Kristoff is REGENT?" Anna stared, amazed, at Elsa.

Elsa looked back with a guilty little smile on her face. "What, I didn't tell you about that?"

"NOOOPE, I don't think you did!" Anna replied with some force.

"Oh, well about six months ago I issued a standing decree to Kai and the Captain of the Guard that in the event that we were both either incapacitated or unfit to rule Kristoff would be selected as Regent until one of us could take over."

Anna beamed. "You trusted him that much! Elsa, I can't believe it!"

An older woman turned around, presumably to scold them for being too loud, but as soon as her eyes locked on to Elsa and Anna, her jaw dropped. "Your…majesty?" she asked, confused.

Anna just droned, "Uhhhhhhh," while Elsa thought fast.

We aren't to the castle yet, she thought, and if we say that we are the queen and princess, they will think that we are insane. So instead, Elsa said, "No, we are just actors. We heard that they are doing a play here, and we wanted to land the parts of Elsa and Anna."

The woman squinted. "Nobody calls them 'Elsa and Anna', only The Royals or Their Royal Majesties. Who are you?"

Elsa thought fast again. "We just have called them that, because that's what they're called in the script." Elsa faked a reassuring smile, and the woman relented, turning back around in line. Anna shot Elsa a look that said, Wow, nice save on that one! Elsa smiled, this time for real.

They didn't say anything further in line, since the woman was still directly in front of them. That was hard for Anna, as she squirmed nearly the entire time. Finally, they reached the counter, where Anna ordered a Caesar salad and Elsa ordered a garden salad with Bleu Cheese dressing. They sat down in two of the chairs across the concourse, in a waiting area for a gate. They both sat there, Elsa eating at a queenlier pace while Anna literally shoveled down the salad.

Elsa was on her ninth bite, the fork laden with lettuce and nearly dripping with dressing when Anna suddenly said, "Wow, that was good. We should probably keep going now.

Elsa turned and gave her a withering stare.

"Or not. I actually kind of like it here. I can people watch and admire the ceiling, which is the second-best ceiling I have ever seen in my life." Anna looked back over at Elsa, and gave her a cheesy smile. She rolled her eyes and went back to eating her salad.

Eighty seven seconds later, Elsa was finished and they began walking down the concourse, dirty plastic dishes in hand. "Hey Elsa, any idea where are we supposed to put the trash?"

Across the concourse, someone was throwing away a wrapper in a bin. Anna noticed, and exclaimed, "Wait a minute, yes! We should throw the junk in that bin! See, Elsa? I can figure stuff out, too!"

Elsa shook her head, a bemused grin on her face while they walked over to the bin. They threw their stuff in, then Anna joked, "Yes, bin, you just got all of my garbage. You're welcome!" Elsa stared at her, confused, until she noticed the large 'Thank You' on the front of the bin. Elsa broke down laughing.

Anna stared at her first with pride, then with bewilderment. "Elsa, come on. It wasn't that funny!" Elsa struggled to contain herself, and finally succeeded, albeit with a huge grin on her face. "You have a strange sense of humor," Anna observed.

"Look who's talking!" Elsa replied good-naturedly. Anna shrugged.

They both walked on down the concourse toward the main building that they had seen on the map. After a few steps, Anna said, "Okay, so I've been wondering something. How come you've been so calm for the past few days? I mean, almost a year ago you created a few icicles, and that caused you to run away. But now, we're like two hundred years in the future, and you are acting like we're walking in the gardens. Not that I'm complaining, you know, but I'm just curious how you are dealing so well with this."

Elsa was taken aback for a second. But does Anna have a point? She wondered. Actually, how have I taken this so well? I am not assured of a way to get home, we are alone in an unfamiliar world, and I am acting like it is no big deal. What is up with me? Elsa stood there, utterly confused.

Anna noticed and immediately backtracked. "I was just wondering. But forget it, stupid question."

Elsa shook her head. "No, no, that is actually an excellent question." She thought for a few more seconds. "I think the reason that I am so… relaxed right now is that I know that if I am not relaxed, then our chances of getting home are smaller. Plus, right now I am much more comfortable with my powers and who I am than I was back then. Also, it is so much more fun to be happy than constantly worrying. Does that make sense?"

Anna looked like it didn't entirely make sense to her, but nodded yes anyway.

They walked in silence for a few seconds before Elsa quietly observed, "So this is what the future is like."

Anna just looked around at everything and replied, "It's warmer than I thought." Elsa had nothing to say to that.

After a few more minutes of walking, they reached the main terminal at last and turned the corner into the airport's, for lack of a better term, atrium. They stopped in their tracks. Standing before them, its arms extended as if saying welcome, was a huge fifteen foot tall marble statue of Elsa. The real Elsa's jaw hit the ground, bounced, and hit the ground again.

The statue Elsa was dressed in the ice gown, the cape billowing out behind her. Shooting from her hands were hundreds of tiny snowflakes suspended from the ceiling, and on her face was an expression of pure confidence and joy.

Elsa was flabbergasted.

"Do I really look like that?" she asked in a daze.

Anna smiled and replied, "Actually, it doesn't do you justice." Elsa beamed and picked her jaw up.

They walked on and hailed a taxi outside of the airport. "Where to?" he asked.

Elsa's reply was hesitant. "Could you take us to the castle?"

"The old one that the Queen lived at?"

"Yes, that one."

The cabbie nodded. "Sure thing. We'll be there in about fifteen minutes."

"Thank you." They settled back and enjoyed the ride.

They didn't notice the black Escalade fifty feet back pull out into traffic with them.

Nor had they noticed the three people who had followed them inside the terminal.

As they headed back to the castle, the only thing on the two royals' minds was that it was good to be back on their own soil.

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