"You lied to me," Elsa complained as she emerged.

Phil raised an eyebrow and looked mildly offended.

"There was no bath in that room," she told him. She was dressed in the uniform that had been procured on her. A thin layer of frost, enough to turn the entire suit a dark blue (the same color as her now missing dress), coated the entire thing. A large six pointed snowflake on the back told Phil she was clearly done hiding. And yet, it still stood out less than her previous outfit.

Phil gave a small smile. "I apologize. It's an American term. Europeans tend to use the term restroom." Elsa looked quizzical. "Life in the 21st century isn't all sunbeams and flowers, but flush toilets are certainly an improvement over chamber pots."

Elsa blinked.

"I know Doc Samson had given you materials to help you catch up to our time period. I'd be happy to review them with you," he said, smiling.

Over the next hour or so, Elsa and Phil enjoyed a relaxing (to Elsa) conversation over some of the major improvements, specifically of transportation. The horseless carriages and airships fascinated Elsa. The wide world that had swallowed her parents… she banished the thought. There were safer ways of seeing the world now then clipper ships.

"So the shape forces air…" Phil had begun, when he put his hand to his ear. "I copy, sir. I'll report with Elsa to the quinnjet, and meet up with Captain America there."

Elsa blinked again.

"We haven't gotten to radio," Phil said thoughtfully, "I suppose I should have. The Captain will expect you to be able to keep in contact with him. Though hopefully you won't get too far from each other." He rifled through his pockets, eventually coming up with a small black device. He fiddled with it a bit, and showed it to Elsa. "It's… a far sound device. People can talk to you as if you were right next to them."

Elsa took it skeptically. Well, they'd created a device to control her magic. This sounded almost easy in comparison. She saw the little holes where she assumed the sound was supposed to come out, and rested it in her ear.

Phil nodded approvingly, and headed through another series of corridors, explaining that Loki had been located. Elsa had always had a knack for directions, and was able to discern that she was being led close to the front of the Helicarrier again. This time, though, she was led up through a stairwell onto a rather tightly closed door.

"Be careful," Phil warned. "We're going out onto the deck. It's about to get loud." He wasn't kidding.

Elsa was amazed at the sheer size of the… transport before her. Even after what Phil had told her about this vessel, she hadn't been prepared for the sheer size of it. It took her breath away. Again, she felt a hand on her shoulder, and instinctively flinched away from it.

This time it released, and she turned to look at at the large, impressive looking man, now decked out a blue, red, and white uniform. A shield was slung over her back, though he carried no obvious weapon. He was also wearing gloves. The blue mask gave her no clue to his identity He held up his hands in apology.

Easy, Ms. Elsa," he said, smiling. "I understand you didn't see this coming aboard, and it caught me by surprise too. I'm Captain Steve Rogers." Ah, the man in the black jacket from the bridge.

Elsa took a step away, clasping her arms around her chest. "My apologies, Mis.. Captain Rogers. Contact is risky, with me." She was fumbling the English, but she thought he understood. He was frowning.

"I trust you, Elsa," Phil said, smiling. "You may have needed some help, but you were willing to take it. What more can we ask?"

It was hard not to like Phil. The other people she had met were… nice, but they were professional. Phil was warm to her in a way that nobody other than Anna had been.

The temperature dropped a few degrees as she struggled to reign in her emotions. Phil simply stood there, smiling. "We better go, if we want to stop whatever Loki's planning in Germany." So saying, he led the way to one of the… Quinnjets… he had called them, strapped to the ship not far from where they stood.

There was already someone in it, the red haired woman from before. Captain Rogers went in next, sitting in the center compartment, a harness, like a novice horserider would use, secured him in place.. Elsa entered next, but Phil didn't follow suit. "Are you not coming, Phil?" she asked.

He shook his head. "I'm sorry. Fury's got me working on something else as well. I'll be the first to greet you when you come back. I promise." He gave her another warm smile and headed out of her line of sight.

"Better strap yourself in," the woman in the front said. "It's going to be a fast flight."

Elsa moved to the opposite bench as the hatch closed. It took her a few moments to figure out the harness, but she'd always been pretty good at puzzles, and with a replica to work with, she managed to secure herself.

The quinjet lifted effortlessly and took off through the sky, as dusk began to fall.

Elsa watched Captain Rogers for a few minutes, before realizing his eyes was closed.

"He's a soldier," said a voice in her ear. If she'd not been strapped in, she'd have jumped. "Sorry, forgot you weren't used to the earpiece. This is Natasha Romanov, your pilot, speaking."

Pilot. Phil had told her it was like a captain, for planes. She glanced toward the front of the plane. The redhead gave a wave, though she didn't obviously look back.

"It's been a long day, and it's probably going to be a longer night. I suggest you try to sleep."

Elsa hadn't imagined she'd be able to sleep like this. But once she closed her eyes, her body told her that she was more tired than she thought from the excitement of the day, and she was asleep fairly quickly.

A brief stretch of trumpet music played in Elsa's ear, jolting her awake.

"It's nowhere near dawn," complained Captain Rogers. "A simple 'we're here' would have sufficed."

"Captain, Elsa, there's a Helipad not far from the place Loki's been spotted. It'll be a bit of a jog on the ground to the place Loki's been spotted, but not more than a quarter mile," came Ms. Romanov's voice.

"I copy. Elsa? Will you be joining me out there? Fury hoped you might talk Loki down."

Elsa froze, unsure. They had asked for her help… but this seemed so very military. "I will do my best, Mister Rogers."

The sound of muffled laughter sounded in her ear.

"That's all I can ask," he said, stoically.

The back door opened. The Captain and Elsa unstrapped themselves. He pulled a large metal shield from the overhead, and stepped down from the plane. "Team," came Natasha's voice over the radio. "Loki was last seen in the Orchestra Hall, to the west, we're not sure what he's doing, but it's probably not good."

Captain Rogers broke into a steady jog, with Elsa having to run to keep up. There were large, foreign looking buildings around her. She could see people she didn't recognize, the very air seemed fouler, filled with scents she didn't recognize. Lamps lit by something other than oil dotted the streets. She couldn't get lost to time again, she focused her eyes on the Captain's shield, and kept in her run.

This went for only a few minutes before he pulled to a stop. Elsa's eyes had to adjust to the dark before she saw them, a small group of men carrying equipment she didn't recognize. they were fanning out in their direction. They hadn't noticed them, yet.

"Mercenaries," he said. "Armed, and we're on the clock. I could take them, but it'd take time we don't have."

Elsa looked at the problem. She didn't want to hurt them… just disable them. If this turned out to be some elaborate ploy… she turned off her bracers, and stepped forward, stomping her foot upon the ground. Ice spread along the ground, racing across under where the men stood. To their great surprise, their traction suddenly gave way, and they fell to the ground, the strange devices tumbling to the ground.

Rogers was springing into the crowd, the shield flashing in the air, as he threw it against legs and arms of the fallen men, carefully keeping his own balance. Elsa ran again to keep up, understanding only that the strange things were weapons of some kind.

One of the ones near the edge was about to pick it up, and she aimed a blast of her magic directly at it, as far from the man as possible. She was lucky, she hit. Ice ran down the thin part in front, towards the wider area the man was reaching for. He touched it and tore his hand back away, crying in a language she did not recognize.

"That was good work," Rogers said. "Hurr…" he looked into the distance and took off, leaving Elsa perplexed once again. Having no other idea, she hurried in the direction the Captain had disappeared in.

She got within hearing distance in time to see Loki dressed in battle armor, speaking in German, another language she had learned from her tutors. And what she heard horrified her. She did not interfere in the fight. She didn't dare. There were too many innocent people in the way, and if she turned off her bracers again… she didn't know if she had the self control not to freeze everything.

Luckily, she did not have to. She was about deafened by the squealing noises that came out of her earpiece and the arrival of the man in the loud metal suit.