The six racers, accompanied by Willow, Wynter, Fannar, and the rag-tag group of winter animals, charged through the hallway of the workshop. Occasionally they'd run into an elf or two, but with the brunt of the elf force dealt with, they posed no threat.
"Wait, so let me get this straight," Mr. Artie said to Fannar. "A bunch of ice creatures have been posing as us and causing damage while we take the blame?" Fannar nodded.
"Yeah, I'm sorry I thought you attacked Candlehead," He said guiltily. "It's okay, I probably would of thought the same thing," Artie replied. Adolf stopped in front of them.
"If you guys are done reconciling, we have to stop Santa from reaching the Massif," He reminded. "Don't worry, we'll catch up to them," Willow reassured.
"How?" Wynter asked. "Who knows how far Santa and the Frostbites are? We'll never reach them in time."
All of the racers, animals, Fannar, and Mr. Snowman turned to stare at Willow, waiting for an answer. Willow sat down, realizing just how complicated the issue was. Then, an idea popped into her head.
"Of course!" She unexpectedly shouted, startling the others. "Santa's stables! The reindeer must be there. They could fly us to Frosty Massif and reach there before Santa can."
All the others groaned in response. "Listen, Willy," Licorice mumbled. "Not only does everyone think we're trying to destroy this game, but several reindeer are already lost in the outer regions, Rudolph included."
"It's worth a try," Willow whispered, uncertain. "Willow, they'll trust us," Fannar said.
"Sure they will," Willow responded. "I can convince them."
(Santa's Stables)
"No way!" All of the reindeer shouted at Willow. The group had just reached the stables, and Licorice's fears had been confirmed: of the nine reindeer Santa owned, only four were left; Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, and Vixen. Comet, Cupid, Dunder, Blixem, and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer were all missing.
"Forget it!" Dasher shouted, huffing. "We ain't flying the large lot of you into the outer regions, especially not Fannar!" It was clear now that they had heard Mr. Short's report of the group's supposed conspiracy.
"Oh come on, Santa Claus, your master, is out there and he is in serious trouble," Vanellope pleaded, clasping her arms together. "You have to help him!"
All four reindeer snorted. "Yeah, and I bet you guys are responsible!" Dasher accused. "Besides, the last time we flew somebody over the outer terrain, a giant blizzard started and I lost my right antler!" He pointed a hoof at his head, which only had one antler on it. Vanellope face palmed.
"Come on, guys…" She started before being cut off.
"NO WAY! Forget it! You should of thought about that before you tried to doom us all!" Dasher shouted. "You want a means of transportation, take the train that leads back to your game!"
Vanellope's eye twitched. Rancis glared. Taffyta gnashed her teeth. Candlehead gulped. Licorice rolled her eyes. Witchy cursed. But the four reindeer snorted and stomped on the ground as a way to say they had officially ended the conversation.
By now, Willow had had enough. She stomped towards Dasher and smacked him across the snout so heard it caused him to stumble into the other three reindeer. He stared at Willow in shock and disbelief.
"Listen hear you bunch of nitwits!" She shouted, pointing a finger at the four. "I've been treated like reindeer dung since the moment I got programmed in this game, been frozen in an ice statue for hours while a doppelganger masquerades as me, freed only to get attacked by said doppelganger, been dragged across a snowy terrain, treated like an idiot by the elves, accused of trying to destroy everything, gotten beat up by elf security and then by Santa's wife herself, and now a quartet of reindeer won't go through the trouble of helping us through a terrain! You WILL fly us to Frosty Massif, or you will find your antler, and it won't be on your head!"
Dasher gulped in fear. "Well, uh, if you put it like that, maybe we could arrange a trip across the outer regions for a while," He muttered, giggling nervously. The other three reindeer nodded.
Just then, the door to the stables burst open. Every head snapped to the door. Standing at the door was Frostbite Rudolph and an army of Frostbite elves.
"Hey, Rudy, I knew you'd come and help us!" Dasher said excitedly. However, his smile disappeared when Frostbite Rudolph's eyes glowed blue, and a bright blue laser shot out of it, striking his left antler. Immediately, his left antler turned to ice and shattered.
"NO! MY GOOD ANTLER!" He shrieked.
"Get down!" Wynter said and pulled him to the ground as another blue laser was fired and struck the wall, which turned to ice immediately.
"Woah, Rudolph, when did you become a cry kinetic?!" Blixen asked fearfully.
Frostbite Rudolph snorted frost out of his nose. "Take them all," He whispered menacingly. Instantly, the horde of Frostbite elves advanced towards the reindeer, arms stretched out. They were giggling madly.
Instantly, Adolf shot one Frostbite elf in the forehead. The Frostbite elf toppled over, a hole in his head, but he just got back up and continued forward.
"What the frostbite?" Adolf said, shocked, and then shot another Frostbite elf in the arm. The elf's arm dropped off and clattered to the ground, but the elf continued surging forward.
Adolf aimed at a third Frostbite elf, but Willow grabbed his paw. "It's no use, those bullets don't effect them!" She said. "We have to get out of here!"
"Good idea!" Adolf gulped and the entire group, reindeer included, took off down the stables, the Frostbite elves chasing after them. However, the group was surprisingly fast, and they were doing a surprisingly good job at outrunning their attackers.
"Where's the place they keep Santa's sleigh?" Vanellope asked Dasher frantically. "It should be down the hallways!" Dasher answered.
"That will take us forever!" Taffyta said and pointed to the incredibly long hallway in front of them. The group stopped running.
"I have an idea!" Vanellope said. "Everybody touch me!"
"Um, isn't that a little weird?" Rancis asked. "Just do it!" Vanellope shouted. Everybody grabbed Vanellope's limbs, and she instantly glitched, teleporting everybody down the hallway.
Fannar opened the door to reveal a gigantic sleigh, and in front of it, a large icy hole leading to outside the workshop.
"Everybody get in!" Adolf ordered. Everybody piled up inside the sleigh. However, just as the four reindeer were about to step in, Adolf added, "Not you guys. You're flying us to Frosty Massif."
"Oh, come on," The four moaned. "Do it," Adolf commanded. Reluctantly, the reindeer stacked themselves in front of the sleigh. Willow quickly slung two long cables on them and attacked them to the sleigh.
Just then, the door burst open and the Frostbite elves poured out towards the sleigh.
"Move out!" Willow ordered, and the reindeer took off into the skies, leaving the Frostbite elves standing on the room, grimacing.
As soon as the reindeer were out of the workshop, Dasher, who was behind Dancer and Prancer, turned to look at Willow. "Why'd Rudolph and those elves attack us?" He asked.
"That wasn't Rudolph, and those weren't elves," Willow explained. "Those were Frostbites. And unless we get to Frosty Massif, you'll be seeing a Frostbite version of Santa Claus sooner or later."
"Well then, let's get a move on," Dasher said, and with that, the four reindeer took off in the direction of the outer regions, the sleigh swinging behind them.