It was like a glass of water had just dropped onto the ground. Vanellope, Rancis, Candlehead, Taffyta, Witchy, Licorice, Willow and Wynter were all trying to save the game from total destruction, and suddenly the very people they were trying to protect had turned on them. Fate truly hadn't been kind to them.
"I repeat, arrest these eight evil-doers!" Mr. Short bellowed into the walkie-talkie before shouting even louder. "I REPEAT, ARREST TH-"
Witchy suddenly smashed a portrait of Santa with Mrs. Claus right on top of Mr. Short's head, abruptly cutting him off. Mr. Short slid down on the ground, a dazed expression on his face. The walkie-talkie clattered towards Witchy's feet. Instantly, Witchy stepped on it with so much force it shattered.
"Come on, let's get out of here!" Witchy said, grabbing Vanellope and Licorice by the arm. The eight children took off towards the door, only to be met by the angry glares of a dozen furious elves. They were only up to the children's knees, but they looked so furious and determined that all eight children suddenly felt intimidated.
"Now guys, I think if we just sit down and talk about this we can-" Vanellope began before a club was hurled in her direction by one of the elves in the front. Instantly, they all charged.
"So much for being on Santa's nice list," Vanellope mumbled gloomily before kicking one of the elves square in the face. He was sent flying into the other elves, causing them to crash onto a pile.
"Come on!" Vanellope said as the eight children raced through the gap in their assailants rows. One elf briefly grabbed Witchy by her sleeve, but she simply swung her arm into a wall, causing him to smash face-first into the wall, busting a few of his teeth and forcing him to let go.
"Well this is a lot of fun, isn't it?" Taffyta asked sarcastically. "Both the naughty and the nice are against us, and we're stuck trying to rescue the villain!"
"Shut your trap!" Witchy snapped. Instantly, Taffyta shut her mouth. They were racing down the hallways, with a horde of elves on their trail. They were shouting and cursing and hurling threats as they chased after the eight unfortunate children.
"Look, there's a window!" Wynter shouted, pointing at the same window Frostbite Candlehead had escaped through. "We're saved!"
The eight children spun around and started heading towards the window. They had barely gotten three feet towards it when Candlehead shouted, "Wait a second!"
Wynter, who was in the front, stopped in his tracks, causing Willow and the others to crash into him. They all stared at Candlehead, exasperated.
"We have to go find Fannar," Candlehead said. "He's the one who seems to know the most about these things."
"Ugh," The other seven moaned. However, they eventually turned around and reluctantly ran away from their only escape route. However, before they could get far, they were blocked by the dozens of elves that had been following them.
"We got you now!" One of them growled angrily. Vanellope, however, had other plans. She grabbed all seven other children and glitched right past the elves.
"Where the St. Nick did they just disappear to?" The elf asked, irritated.
"Behind your frostbitten ass!"
The elf turned around in shock and was immediately kicked square in the nose by Witchy. He crashed onto the ground and splatted against the closed window, causing it to smash open. The elf fell out the workshop.
The elves were too shocked by their fallen comrade, not to mention Witchy's potty-mouth, that they didn't react when Vanellope opened a door, allowing the eight children to slip in undetected.
"Phew, that was a close one," Vanellope sighed in relief. However, her joy was cut short when she saw just what room they were in.
They were in the workshop room, where hundreds of angry elves were repairing the damage done by the blizzards and fixing up the toys. They turned around and glared at the eight children, and it was clear they had heard Mr. Short's announcement about their supposed conspiracy against the game.
Vanellope swore under her breath and did the best thing she thought she could do: Smooth-talk.
"Now guys, I think we can work this out like reasonable people," Vanellope began. The elves just got up and stomped towards the eight, intending to surround them.
"You know what, fudge this," Vanellope grumbled and grabbed a wooden doll and smacked an elf upside the head. He went crashing to the ground, unconscious, and the other elves backed up in shock.
The eight children grabbed several dolls and table legs and any other weapons they could find and charged at the astonished elves.
Vanellope smacked one elf across the face, sending him flying onto a wooden stool. Candlehead set another elf's trousers on fire with her candle, causing him to jump through a giant hole in the wall caused by the blizzard so he could fall into the snow and put out the fire. Rancis side-kicked an elf into a toy shelf, causing it to crash onto three more elves.
At seeing their beloved allies get brutally injured, the other elves recovered from their shock and charged angrily towards the attacking children. However, despite having the major advantage in numbers, they were severely outmatched.
Vanellope glitched behind a group of elves. "Behind you," She taunted, and when the first elf spun around, and delivered a hard kick to the nose, sending him flying into the other elves.
Licorice hoisted a table that had been painted red and white into the air and smashed it down on a particularly chubby elf, knocking him out cold. She then grabbed the table leg and used it to strike the oncoming waves of elves.
Rancis was utilising his vast array of fighting moves. He drop kicked Tom into an elderly elf wielding a cane. He blocked an attack with a chainsaw and then backhanded another elf into the
chainsaw-wielding elf.
By now, Mr. Short and two rather burly elves had arrived at the scene. The three were carrying batons, and they glared at Vanellope.
"Merry Christmas, kid," Mr. Short sneered and charged at the unsuspecting Vanellope. Before she could react, he struck her over the head with the baton. She gasped in shock and crashed to the ground, clutching her sore head.
Mr. Short grinned manically and raised the baton to strike her again, but before he had the change, Rancis kicked him in the stomach. He crashed into the wall.
"Stay away from my president!" Rancis shouted. The other two elves charged towards Rancis, batons raised over their heads, when Willow and Wynter leapt into the fray. Willow elbowed one elf in the arm, causing him to let go of the baton while Wynter flipped the other elf over his back.
Before either elf could get up, Willow and Wynter body-slammed them both, and it was clear neither elf would be getting up. The two siblings high-fived each other, then turned to see a groaning Mr. Short, who was struggling to get up.
Willow stomped over to Short and grabbed him by the beard, dragging him kicking and punching towards Vanellope, who Rancis and Candlehead had helped to her feet. She glared down at a trembling Mr. Short.
"Mr. Short, it looks like you have new Christmas deliveries," She flouted before delivering a giant, well-placed kick to his groin. The force of the blow sent him flying upwards right into the chandelier. The chandelier instantly went crashing down, causing ice to shoot everywhere, striking elves and causing them to trip and fall. Soon, all the elves were unconscious or crippled.
"Oh, Santa isn't going to like this," Wynter whispered nervously. "Who cares about Santa right now?" Witchy asked.
"EVERYBODY!" The other seven children shouted.
"Oh," Witchy whispered, a little embarrassed. Before anyone could say another word, Candlehead glanced at a large door at the end of the room. On it, the words "ICE DUNGEON" were engraved on the top.
"Look, that must be where they're holding him!" Candlehead shouted. She took off towards the door with the others following her.
"Candlehead, wait!" Vanellope shouted, but by now, Candlehead had already swung the door open and slipped inside. And just as Vanellope laid a finger on the doorknob, she heard a crash, followed by Candlehead screaming.
"Candlehead?" Vanellope asked, worried. She opened the door slowly, and gasped at what she saw.
The room led to a small hallway totally encased by ice, with several jail cells lined up on the walls. In the centre of the hallway were eight large elves, bigger than the eight children. They were dressed all in black save for a few red stripes on their long sleeves, and they were holding electrified poles. Lying in front of them was Candlehead, who was lying dazed on the floor, surging with electricity.
Behind the elves were Mrs. Claus, who was holding her cane behind her back, a cold glare on her face that nobody had seen before. Vanellope could see Fannar chained to one of the cells. He was staring at the unconscious Candlehead in shock and horror.
"You are not freeing Fannar," Mrs. Claus whispered harshly.
"Madam, you don't understand," Vanellope began, but by now, it was too late for words. Mrs. Claus aimed a finger towards the children, and the elves moved forwards, their poles surging with electricity.
Vanellope glitched past the elves and towards Fannar's cell, trying to grab the lock on the door, but one of the elves spun around and smacked her across the face with the pole. She crashed into the wall, surprised at how strong the elf was.
The other seven elves jabbed their poles at the other six. Taffyta was shocked by a volt of electricity and was sent flying into the wall. She crashed to the ground, twitching repeatedly.
"Taffyta!" Rancis shouted in horror. He was instantly kicked by one of the elves, causing him to stumble into one of the empty cells. He groaned in pain as he struggled to get to his feet, and the elf jabbed the electric pole into his back, shocking him viciously.
Rancis screamed in agony, and Licorice kicked the pole in an attempt to knock it out of the elf's hand. However, the pole didn't budge and the elf instead elbowed her in the stomach, forcing her to double-over in pain.
"Hey, leave her alone!" Witchy shouted, pouncing towards the elf. However, another elf swung his pole at her, striking her across the chest and sending her flying into the wall. She crashed onto the floor, groaning.
Two other elves had Willow and Wynter backed up against the cell. "I never thought it would come to this," One of the elves mumbled before jabbing the pole into Willow's chest, evoking a scream of pain from her. The other elf reluctantly did the same to Wynter, shocking him into submission.
Mrs. Claus chuckled. "You are no match for my security elves," She mocked. Vanellope glared at her hatefully.
"Oh, we'll see about that," She growled before tackling one of the elves. As the elf turned around to hit her with the pole, she glitched out of harms way and kicked the elf electrocuting Rancis. The elf dropped the pole in shock and Rancis hit the floor, his jacket steaming from the electricity.
The elf kicked Rancis in the forehead before backhanding Vanellope, causing her to hit the cell. As she struggled to her feet, one of the elves charged towards her, the electric pole aimed towards her. Thinking fast, Vanellope kicked the pole sideways, and it struck Candlehead, who was just beginning to get to her feet.
Candlehead screamed as she was hocked with more electricity. Vanellope gasped in horror and grabbed the pole, trying to pull the pole away from her. The moment Vanellope removed the pole, Candlehead's candle flew off her head and hit the ceiling. Instantly, water poured down from the ceiling.
Vanellope looked up and saw that there were water sprinklers on the ceiling. The moment the water sprayed down and made contact with the electric poles, the electricity backfired towards the elves holding them. The elves were shocked with electricity, all of them screaming in pain.
Willow and Wynter collapsed as they were no longer electrocuted. Instead, the elves were shocked into unconsciousness. They each crashed to the ground in a pile, their bodies still twitching as a result of the electricity.
Wynter pulled Willow to her feet. "Are you alright, sis?" He asked, concerned. "Are you?" She asked, pointing to his clothes, which were covered in soot.
"Let's just get Fannar out of here," Vanellope said. "Kids, I think I'm not your biggest concern here," Fannar said from inside the cell. The eight children turned around to see Mrs. Claus, steaming with anger.
"You just took down my best guards," She growled, infuriated, "And for that, you will all pay!"
She roundhouse kicked Vanellope before she even had a chance to glitch away, and she flew across the hallways like a bullet. Rancis grabbed her before she fell and set her on her feet.
"Feel the force!" Mrs. Claus shouted and utilised a palm-heel strike, driving her palm straight into Willow's nose. Willow crashed to the ground, clutching her sore nose.
"Hey, don't touch my sister!" Wynter shouted angrily and tried to punch Mrs. Claus. However, Mrs. Claus blocked his attack with her forearm and side-kicked him, sending him tumbling into Willow. From inside his cell, Fannar covered his eyes, unable to bear watching.
"No, don't!" Taffyta shouted as Mrs. Claus grabbed her by the collar and punched her right in the jaw, knocking her out instantly.
"Yeesh, lady!" Rancis said vehemently just as Mrs. Claus elbowed him in the nose, knocking him senseless. She brought her fist down at his nose, but he managed to block it. However, he was unprepared when she unleashed another roundhouse kick, finally bringing him down.
"You do know you're fighting a bunch of kids, right?" Licorice pointed out. However, all this did was incite Mrs. Claus' fury, as she grabbed Licorice by the head and kneed her in the nose, causing her to fall on the ground. Mrs. Claus then performed an axe kick, slamming her foot onto Licorice's stomach, knocking the wind out of her.
As Licorice gasped in pain and clutched her stomach, Mrs. Claus hoisted her into the air. "This is why you don't mess with the Claus family!" She shouted and threw Licorice at Witchy, causing her to crash into a cell.
Vanellope raced over and kicked Mrs. Claus in the shin. "How you like that?!" She said. However, she instantly regretted her choice of words as Mrs. Claus glared at her before delivering a karate chop right onto Vanellope's head. She crashed onto the ground, dazed.
"Please, Mrs. Claus, we're just trying to save the game," Candlehead pleaded. However, Mrs. Claus grabbed her by the collar and lifted her into the air.
"You just don't get it, do you?" Mrs. Claus sneered as she prepared to punch her in the face. "You naughty kids will never prevail over us! We are the upmost good, and nothing ever defeats us!"
BOOM!
The sound of a gunshot filled the air and instantly, Mrs. Claus was sent flying through the air and crashed onto the ground, her legs up in the air.
Candlehead yelped and dropped to the ground, and spun around to see who had saved her. There, standing at the end of the hallway, was Adolf, Mr. Artie, Mr. Snowman and the pack of wolves. Adolf was holding a giant shotgun in his paws. He blew the smoke away from the barrel of the gun and slung it over his shoulder.
"Good gosh, she was getting annoying," He pouted in his heavy British accent.
"A-Adolf?" Wynter said in disbelief. "What are you guys doing here?"
"Saving your sorry behinds," Adolf sneered as the other wolves nodded in agreement. "It's funny, this is the second time today that we've had to rescue you."
"Why'd you come anyways?" Vanellope asked, still recovering from the beating Mrs. Claus had inflicted upon her.
"Well, after you guys mentioned something about looking for Fannar, we realized that it probably had something to do with Conan's disappearance, so we followed you to the workshop," Mr. Artie began.
"And that was where we saw those doppelgangers surround the workshop," Mr. Snowman added. "So we decided to sneak in and help you guys out so we can get to the bottom of this."
"There are creatures called Frostbites that are released from Frosty Massif whenever somebody looks at their reflection inside the mountain, and they're the ones who have been attacking people this whole time and framing you guys for it," Fannar explained from inside his cell.
"Okay, that makes sense," Mr. Artie said, shrugging.
"Let's just get out of here," Witchy snorted. The other kids nodded. One of the wolves snatched the keys from the unconscious Mrs. Claus and unlocked Fannar's cell. Instantly, the large man walked out.
"Now let's go save my brother!" He said as he and the children took off out of the dungeon room. As the wolves and Mr. Snowman followed, Adolf muttered, "Now Santa is in danger? Oh, come on!"
Adolf shut the door behind him and took off after the others. The moment he had gone, the wall was smashed open and Frostbite Rudolph and the Frostbite elves poured through the entrance.
"Mrs. Claus, prepare to meet your-" Frostbite Reindeer began when he noticed the unconscious Mrs. Claus and the electrocuted elves, who were all groaning and moaning from their recent beat down.
Frostbite Rudolph looked around at the disabled elves, then at the unconscious Mrs. Claus, and then at the confused Frostbite elves before smirking to himself.
"Well, makes things easier for us, now, doesn't it."