Disclaimer: Still don't own shit. Will probably never own shit. Also, this should be a pretty good indication of the ridiculousness that is normal for this universe. Because there are very few universes that can rival the ridiculousness of the canon KP-verse. Buckle up and enjoy the ride.

Anna shouldered the door open, a smile on her face as she entered Arendelle High. It was a pretty small school for a pretty small town in rural Colorado but she loved it; high school was a blur of activity, a constant grind that brought with it new experiences and people and-

"HEADS UP ANDERSEN!"

-and flying footballs, this time of year. Anna instantly reached for the ball, allowing her books and homework to fall to the ground as she pulled the ball into her chest and pretended to juke around the Senior who was obviously overshot. He wrapped her up in a friendly tackle, causing her to giggle as her feet left the ground.

"Nice interception, Anna!" Eric laughed, setting her down and accepting the football from her. "You sure you don't wanna try out for the team next year? We could use another set of hands."

"No thanks, Eric," she replied, kneeling down to scoop up her school work, the senior helping her as the school's beloved quarterback jogged over. "Softball is more my thing."

"Besides, she has her hands full as student body president, pep squad leader, rodeo princess, and event coordinator." Phillip laughed, bending down to scoop up a textbook. "Sorry about that, Anna; guess I'm just pumped for the big game tomorrow."

"Hey, no big," Anna replied, accepting her papers and books from the two boys with a laugh. "You know me; ready for anything you can throw at me!"

"That's the Mountain Dog spirit!" Phillip and Eric punched her shoulder lightly. "Hope you can make it to the game!"

"Barring any world threatening emergencies, of course. Keep up the good work, Supergirl!" Eric winked, turning around as the two rejoined the rest of the footballers joking around in the hallway.

Anna rolled her eyes and continued to her locker, greeting people as she walked. Her affinity for running around the world was a pretty well-known fact around school- around town even- but it still made her shake her head when someone brought it up like it was something special.

It was just helping out; that was her thing.

"Oh, look who decided to show up today!" Anna nearly cringed at the chipper yet heavily edged voice that rang out over the din of shuffling students and slamming lockers.

She didn't have anything personal against Aurora, really, but some high school traditions refused to die. The rivalry between the cheerleaders and softballers was the stuff of legends in Arendelle, beaten out only by the one between the football captain and the rodeo king. Again, Phillip and Kristoff didn't really have any personal grudges against each other- they actually got along pretty well when no one was looking- but that was part of small town life. Some things, you just don't mess with, so she put on her best grin and turned, tilting her head to the side as she regarded the blonde.

"Briar."

"Andersen," Aurora replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "Missed another pep practice, I hear. Awful shame they couldn't get someone more dependable to lead the squad this year but, then again, I guess I'm more surprised than anything a lazy softballer even tried out for the position."

"Well, someone has to pick up the slack. Everyone knows the cheerleaders are a little on the... meh side when it comes to supporting the football team." Anna shrugged. "But don't worry; the softball team is more than willing to help out while you fiddle with your make up."

Aurora laughed, motioning towards her face. "I keep forgetting you softball girls don't have any standards when it comes to physical appearance. Guess it's optional though, seeing as you're dating the Reindeer King."

"Come on, Briar," Anna groaned, flipping her braids over her shoulders. "If anyone's slacking, it's you in your comebacks. Are we seriously playing the 'who's dating who' game already? That's usually a second Tuesday of the month thing."

"It doesn't matter anyway." A new voice cut in as Mulan- the softball team's catcher- siddled up to the two, an easy smile on her lips. "Everyone in the school knows Phillip likes Anna better anyway. He just doesn't want wittle Sleeping Beauty to wake up from her fairy tale dream quite yet."

"Oh, but don't ye worry." Suddenly Merida- star outfielder- was on Anna's other side, propping an elbow on Anna's shoulder and leaning on the redhead slightly. "I'm sure ye won't have any problems pickin' up someone new once he dumps ya and heads off fer college."

"He wouldn't dare dump me!" Aurora spat, turning on heel and stalking away.

"Oh, that's right." Anna cupped her hands around her mouth and called out after the furious blonde. "It's true love!"

Mulan and Merida laughed, patting their captain on the back before walking with her the remainder of the way to her locker.

Anna deflated. "I really hate having to fight with her. I'm sure she's a nice person."

"Not ta us!" Merida groused, running a hand through her outrageous red, curly hair.

"We tried breaking the tradition last year with no luck," Mulan said, sighing as she shook her head, short black strands shaking free from their place behind her ears. "What's high school without a little pointless drama?"

"Easier," Anna replied, chuckling as she reached her destination. "Which reminds me, actually, how's the archery club coming? Any progress on getting Principal Mode to budge?"

Merida groaned. "I swear she keeps sayin' no jest ta make me mad! I already did all the research; there's a grant an' everythin' we need to turn the archery club into a real sports program here in Arendelle but she won't admit there's enough interest!"

"Maybe you should consider approaching the situation differently." Mulan offered leaning back against the locker bank. "Principal Mode is really... involved in the uniform designs for all the school teams."

"It's archery, Mulan, not a bloody fashion show!" Merida threw her hands in the air.

"Then turn it into one," Anna said, setting her books inside her locker and closing it to regard the two. "Mulan's right about the Principal; if you go to her with a bunch of uniform ideas, she's going to be motivated to make a better one, and then she's going to have to see it come to life."

"Then, she'll want to see people wearing the uniforms." Mulan grinned. "The only way for that to happen is for her to approve of an archery team."

"Oh!" Merida punched the air in victory. "That's a brilliant idea! Why didn't I think ah that?"

"You didn't have a passive aggressive master manipulator for a biology teacher." Anna offered offhandedly, sharing a knowing look with Mulan. Merida came to Arendelle at the tail end of their freshman year, missing out on the... rather interesting and slightly disturbing experience of having Miss Ursula Incirrina as for freshman biology. As a teacher, she was very in-depth on the subjects that appealed to her, like sea creatures.

And Sex Ed but everyone agreed to pretend that it never happened in the first place and just move on with their lives as best they could.

Anna glanced at her watch and frowned. "Geez, where does the time go? First class starts soon."

Merida groaned, mumbling something about stupid lessons before turning away while Mulan laughed. "See you at practice?"

"Hope so!" Anna laughed, pulling her handy device from her pocket. As Oaken's face filled the screen, she gave him a small wave. "Hey Mr. Oaken! Just checking to see if we have any hits."

"Nothing yet. I call you at lunch with update, ya?"

"Great. Thanks!" She put the device away and headed off to her class. It was a little weird not seeing Kristoff before the bell rang but, knowing her friend, he overslept and would dash through the door just in time. She wasn't too worried about it.

Elsa was lightly dozing- having woken up at dawn as usual but remained in bed for lack of something better to preoccupy her time- when an explosion shook the palace to its foundations. Once upon a time, she would've thrown away her blanket, sprinted through the halls, taken the steps two at a time, and disintegrated anything in her way to ensure Hans was alright.

At this point, though, it was more of an annoyance than a cause for concern. She was beginning to regret giving him permission to set up a make shift lab in the top most floor of the Place though.

"Hey, Elsa?" Olaf's voice pulled her into a sitting position, glancing curiously at the snowman before rubbing at her eyes. "I think Hans might need your help."

"When does he not?" She shook her head and yawned, brushing her bangs away from her face. Waving off his attempted reply, she continued with a slight smile on her lips. "Nevermind, where is he?"

"Out there." Olaf indicated the balcony.

Elsa groaned. "How bad is it?"

Olaf looked at her and smiled. "Marshmallow and I are going for a walk!"

Resisting a cry of exasperation, Elsa got up from her bed and stalked towards the balcony, throwing the doors open with unneeded vehemence. It was far too early in the day to deal with this insanity.

Seeing nothing but bits of ice on the balcony, Elsa picked her way across until she came to what remained of the railing. She didn't bother looking up; she'd deal with repairing the Palace once she finished chewing Hans out. Cautiously leaning over, she fought the urge to bury her face in her hands.

Far below, buried up to his waist, was Hans, legs kicking fruitlessly at the air.

"This is the man who wants to rule the world." Elsa sighed, flicking her wrist and creating an ice slide leading down to the crisp white snow below, shattered ice speckling the otherwise pristine field before the Palace. With another flick of her wrist, her pajamas reformed into her more typical 'off duty' ensemble- a looser version of her 'work' clothes with long sleeves and no gloves- and jumped onto the slide, riding the ice down to the snow below. "What am I going to do with you?"

"GET! ME! OUT!" Came the muffled reply from somewhere beneath the snow.

Elsa shook her head and moved forward, dodging one of Hans' legs before swatting it. "You try to kick me again and you're getting yourself out."

He instantly stilled, allowing Elsa to trap one leg between her arm and body while the other hand displaced the snow with her powers, allowing Hans to partially dig his way out. Once his head broke through, she released him and stepped back, pointedly not offering to wave away the snow clinging to his clothes and hair.

As he brushed himself off, he grumbled nonsense to himself. Well, to be fair, it probably wasn't nonsense to him but the words meant absolutely nothing to Elsa; chemistry was never her strong suit.

"Can you run that by me again? In English this time?"

Hans glared at her as he smoothed out his lab coat. "I'll give you the short version: I was trying to recreate a device one of the labs in Colorado designed. They've only got one prototype and it's untested but I figured, since it won't be on the market in any capacity for a while, I could recreate it and do my own testing. The results were... dismal." He glanced towards the Palace and frowned. "I apologize for the damages, Elsa, really."

Sighing, the blonde waved it off, turning back towards her home. "I'd better fix it now as opposed to later. What is this thing designed to do, anyway?"

"Essentially, it's a weather control matrix, capable of manipulating basic elements to influence individual, measurable weather patterns." Hans explained as he stepped onto a circle of ice Elsa created to lift them both to the top of the Palace. It was easier than climbing the stairs. "Basically, it would allow the user to create or negate any weather possibility. With a push of a button, I could spawn a tornado or entice a rain storm. Or-"

"A blizzard, correct?" Elsa raised a brow at the giddy scientist, shaking her head as she focused on the damage done before them. With a sigh, she stepped from the ice elevator into what remained of Hans' lab, dispelling their mode of transport and raising both hands to begin the repairs. "So, what, you threaten to ruin everyone's vacation in return for control of the world?"

"Hardly," Hans replied, walking over to a mostly destroyed table and pulling a partially charred world map from beneath it. "Threats can only do so much, Elsa. With the weather control matrix in my hands, I could call forth a never ending winter, a global blizzard." He spread the map across a recently recreated table and smiled. "I figure it would lessen the stress on you."

"On me?" She raised a brow, pausing in her motions to regard the redhead. "What do I have to do with this?"

"Well, with a world filled with snow, you could easily summon a force of snowmen- towering behemoths like Marshmallow- to march on the major capitals of the world." He frowned, studying the map and paying his friend little mind as her jaw dropped open in shock. "It wouldn't be a quick takeover in some cases. Russia, obviously, has a respectable military force trained to fight in such harsh conditions, not to mention Europe, America, and China to varying degrees, but the countries around the equator would fall swiftly at the radical change in climate, allowing us to focus our forces on the more heavily defended nations. We could use captured soldiers on the front lines or as bait. It's perfect and so easy, I can't believe I haven't thought of it before!"

Elsa took a few steadying breaths. She didn't bother pointing out to him the possible long term damages a worldwide blizzard would cause or the amount of lives lost if such a thing were to happen or the extreme personal cost it would take for her to summon multiple armies of snowmen or the outright indignation she felt on behalf of Marshmallow for being considered just another pawn in Hans' bid for world domination. Anything she said would fall on deaf ears anyway; ever since it became his obsession, trying to talk him out of it became an endlessly frustrating and fruitless endeavor. So focused on his task, he lost sight of everything else. It was one of his less flattering qualities.

That's why she invested in a back-up plan.

Channeling her seething fury into the repairs, she tossed over her shoulder as nonchalantly as she could. "Why don't you just hire someone to steal the stupid thing?"

"Steal it?" He echoed, mulling over the idea. He whipped around, arm spread wide. "That's an excellent idea! We'll steal the prototype and the plans, so they can't hope to build another to combat us!"

"Us? We? Whoa, hold on." Elsa turned from reforming the final wall. "I never agreed to help you steal anything. I said I'd help you-"

"And stealing the weather control matrix does help me!" He crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't see what the problem is."

She groaned, covering her face with one hand and hugging herself with the other, fighting the impulse to freeze him where he stood. "I don't know how to steal anything, Hans. That's not a skill I have readily available. For good reason."

"Oh come on! You're the one always saying you're tired of being the 'good girl' so I don't-!"

"Okay, rebelling against my parents and stealing from a research facility are nowhere near being in the same spheres of comparable events!" The blonde turned and quickly finished the wall, feeling her magic surging in response to her emotions and needing to release at least something before it decided to release on its own. "What's your plan, anyway? Just walk in, grab the doohickey-"

"Weather control matrix."

"I don't care what it's called, Hans!" Elsa whipped her hands above her head, sealing the gaping hole in the roof in a flash, grumbling under her breath: "Why can't I just talk to the reindeer? The reindeer would make a better conversational partner at this point!"

"Actually, I was thinking I could smooth talk my way in. I mean, who can resist my charms?" He threw her an oblivious smile. She nearly punched it right off him. "Then you could just wait in the hovercraft while I walk in, grab it, and walk out."

Elsa grit her teeth; for a man as smart as he was, he could be unreasonably thick headed sometimes. "And if that fails?"

"You freeze everything, we grab it, and leave." He shrugged. "It's not some top secret location or anything. It'll be fine. You'll help, right?"

She curled her hands into fists. "Where is this stupid lab?"

"Some place called Cheyenne Mountain," he replied nonchalantly, brows raising in confusion as his friend immediately turned on heel and stormed out of the room. Before the newly reformed doors to his lab slammed shut, he called out: "I'll take that as a yes!"

Anna furrowed her brows, slowly chewing whatever the lunch lady had put on her plate- it looked like sloppy joes, which essentially made it mystery meat- before swallowing. "And you're sure the Air Force and the Army don't mind?"

Oaken shrugged with a large grin. "I explain to them the situation and originally they say is okay. But then I explain the people and they say help is always appreciated." He laughed. "You are professional vhen it comes to dealing vith Ice Queen, ya? They prefer safe to sorry."

"I guess so. When are they expected to hit? I have softball practice until six, and while Colorado Springs isn't exactly far, it's still a pretty good drive." The redhead sighed. "Just trying not to miss out on practice too much. We're so gonna make the playoffs this year."

"Ya, I already check; I can have ride standing by when practice ends. Very quick, get you there easy, ya?"

Anna nodded, stowing the device just as Kristoff sat down. His smile immediately disappeared. "Oh no, not again."

"What?"

"You have that look. That 'we have some far off place to visit and blow up' look." He wagged a finger in his face. "I know that look, Anna, don't lie to me."

The redhead giggled, shaking her head. "Okay, we do have a mission, but it's in state and I promise it won't blow up!" He narrowed his eyes at her. "Oaken just got word that The Prince and Ice Queen are going to try breaking into the Cheyenne Mountain Complex."

"That old base where NORAD is?"

"Used to be; I guess it moved and was turned into a research facility a few years ago."

"And the Army can't handle this on their own?"

"It's actually an Air Force installation," Anna replied, taking another bite of her food and swallowing. "But, the Army is going to be providing back-up for the airmen already stationed there."

"And they still need us?" Kristoff ripped off his beanie to run a hand through his hair. "Why? Why can't someone else handle this?"

"Kristoff, it's not that bad!" Anna giggled, waving away his concern. "We'll probably get there in time to watch them arrest those two. It's just a formality."

"Yeah, right," he replied, pulling his beanie back on and setting it forward, almost to the point it obscured his eyes. "When are we leaving?"

"After softball practice. You're working with the rodeo team, right?"

"Yeah. Speaking of which, are you going to compete on Friday or Saturday? Today's the deadline for the rosters."

Anna paused, quickly running over her schedule in her head, eyes darting to and fro as she read some imaginary itinerary. "Saturday. Our game is early in the day and it's against Lowerton, so I doubt we'll go extra innings. Friday's the football game against them too."

"Oh, right. I have to track down Phillip at some point and start a fight over something stupid to wish him luck." The blond passed a hand over his face. "I still think this 'high school rivals' thing is stupid."

"Tell me about it. Aurora started it with me this morning. Oh, and we're apparently dating again, by the way." She snorted at his horrified look.

"I thought I had another week before she pulled that one again." He sighed. "She called me the Reindeer King, didn't she?"

"Yup."

He groaned, shifting his tray over to lay his head on the table. "That's it, I'll be homeschooled from now on. It's the only way I'll ever escape that ridiculous nickname." He quickly looked up. "Homeschooled at your house, of course."

"Of course." Anna shook her head. "Eat your food, Reindeer King. Might be a while before we're home for dinner."

Kristoff groaned into the wood of the table. Some days, he wondered why he ever thought it was a good idea to bring Sven in for Show and Tell.

Two soldiers and two airmen stood in front of the access gate to the Cheyenne Mountain Complex, their weapons hanging loosely from slings while they watched the road in front of them. Two of them- one of the airmen and one of the soldiers- were quietly standing guard while the other two- the higher ranking of the four- complained loudly.

"It's just stupid. This place might be a relic from the Cold War but it's still perfectly functional! Turning it into a research facility was such a waste of resources." The technical sergeant complained, the Army sergeant shaking his head.

"Top brass doesn't like the idea of hiding in a basement. They want to be where everyone can see them and notice them and blah blah blah, same old crap, doesn't matter the branch." He looked over at the other soldier. "Ain't that right, Troop?"

"I will neither confirm or deny that particular assessment of my chain of command, Sar'nt." The soldier replied, rolling her eyes at the other airman, who seemed just as fed up with their superiors' complaining as she was.

"Always gotta be politically correct, huh?" The sergeant chuckled. "What I don't get, though, is why we had to come out here and help you guys secure this place. I mean, this is a lot of firepower to concentrate on such a hard target. And we're supposed to be getting some civilian kids to come help us out? Really, guy?"

The tech sergeant shook his head. "Look, man, I don't know, I just-"

"Excuse me, gentlemen, and lady." All four heads snapped to the road, where a man- seemingly out of nowhere- stood, a slightly ridiculous looking cape framing him and billowing ever so gently in the wind. "Would you mind stepping aside? I believe I left something quite precious in the lab when I left earlier and I would like to recover it post haste."

Immediately, flood lights activated as humvees- previously shrouded in branches and tarps- were revealed, the heavy weapons in the turrets spinning to point at the newcomer while the four posted guards raised their firearms, a short burst of metal clicks resounding into the open air as several safeties were disengaged almost in unison.

"Sir, get on the ground, now." The sergeant bellowed out, several more soldiers and airmen running up from behind the humvees to kneel all around the vehicles. They formed an almost solid V formation, with The Prince standing just far enough away for them to fire without worrying about friendlies being in the killzone. "Get on the ground, now!"

"Ice Queen." The Prince sighed, raising one hand. Before the soldiers and airmen could react, he snapped, and in the next moment, the whole of the formation found themselves engulfed in ice and frozen in position, especially their legs and hands. They couldn't run, reach for their radios, or pull their triggers. From above- though they couldn't see exactly where, their necks being frozen and all- a woman descended, landing beside The Prince with hardly a sound. The blonde looked at her companion a moment before he spoke. "Okay, fine, you told me so. There. Can we please move on?"

She nodded, the two striding forward, over ice and through the posted guards to the access tunnel behind them. As the sound of their footfalls subsided, the lower ranking soldier managed to speak.

"Hey, S-s-sar'nts... I th-th-think I kno-o-ow why they s-s-s-sent so many p-p-p-people."

"Sh-sh-sh-shut up, Bartlett."

Anna couldn't keep the smile from her face, pressed up against the window as she was. Kristoff, meanwhile, was beside her, trying to become one with the seat as he hung on for dear life.

"I thought this kind of thing only happened in sci-fi shows!" He whined, sorely missing the comforting presence of Sven at that very moment. The reindeer was secured in the back of the vehicle, of course, but being in the cab, he couldn't quite reach his buddy. Which really, really sucked.

"Okay, for one, it's science fiction, don't diss the genre," Anna replied, pulling away from the window long enough to level a semi-serious glare at her best friend. "And two, we're in a flying tank Kristoff. How is this not totally cool?"

"Actually," one of the airmen said, turning around from the front seat. "It's an airborne and land capable armored personnel transport. It's not really designed to act as an artillery unit." He laughed. "We actually designed it after the Mako from Mass Effect, but tweaked the design to allow for short range 'jumper' flights."

"That's so cool!" Anna squealed, looking out the window just in time to catch sight of the interstate beneath them coming up fast. "Brace for impact!"

Kristoff rattled off a short prayer as the vehicle came to a relatively light landing on the asphalt, the boosters on the undercarriage activating to cushion the landing. Through the limited windshield, the redhead could see the massive hill coming up.

"This should be our last jump, but we're going to land off the road." The pilot called out over his shoulder, flipping switches while his co-pilot, who was seated facing forward once more, assisted with yet more buttons and switches. "Hang on!"

As they hit the top of the hill, the boosters activated again, this time propelling the vehicle up and away from the interstate. The wings deployed shortly after, jolting the passengers as they started to rise in altitude. Anna was once again plastered to the window, watching the lights fall away below them while Kristoff continued sputtering prayers and digging into the seat.

"Kris, come on, this is so cool! You aren't scared of flying in helicopters!"

"They don't defy my understanding of the laws of physics like this monstrosity does!"

The pilot and co-pilot chuckled, adding more thrust as they sailed through the air, pushing everyone back in their seats slightly. Except Anna. She was far too enthralled to pay attention to the pull on her body.

"Destination ahead... huh." Anna pulled her attention to the windshield again, where the lights from the access tunnel could be seen reflected through something spread across the roadway. "What do you make of that?"

"The Prince and Ice Queen are already there." Anna surmised, squinting slightly. "They're probably still in the facility."

"What makes you think that?" Kristoff barely turned his head towards her, still firmly rooted in place.

"Just a hunch. And I'm pretty sure that's their hovercraft floating above the mountain."

"Brace for impact!" The co-pilot called, Anna returned to her seat as Kristoff's death grip on the seat worsened. This landing was much rougher than the others, the vehicle bouncing as it hit the ground, jostling everyone except Kristoff. They bounced a few more times before roaring up the side of a small hill, coming out on the road leading to the access tunnel and making a harsh left to stay on the road. Anna was already unbuckling her safety harness as the vehicle rolled to a stop in front of the frozen array of soldiers and airmen.

As the redhead jumped out, she ran around to the other side of the vehicle, asking the co-pilot- who was understandably distracted by the sight of his buddies frozen in place- to get Sven while she tended to Kristoff.

"Are you sure it's safe?" the blond asked, eyes darting to Anna. "We've come to a complete stop?"

"I'm not moving, am I?" she replied with a grin. "Come on, we'll ask for a regular transport back home, but right now, we've got a pair of thieves to stop!"

"How can you be this... peppy?" He groused, fumbling with his harness until Anna reached over and released it for him, helping the boy get out of the vehicle. He was shaking like a leaf but, with his feet back on firm ground, his anxiety was starting to subside. "Oh sweet, merciful, firm earth, how I love you."

"A touch over dramatic today, aren't we?"

"Anna, I swear, one of these days, you're going to get us both killed!"

"Eh, I'm sure it's a ways off." The redhead joked, pulling her friend with her as she approached the back of the vehicle. Much to her surprise, Sven appeared to be taking the whole adventure much better than his master, tongue lolling out slightly as the co-pilot released countless straps that had prevented the reindeer from being injured during the bumpy ride. Or maybe he was just excited to see them; she really couldn't tell.

As soon as he was free, Sven bounded out of the vehicle, turning his head to snort at it before nuzzling Kristoff. "Yeah, I'm okay buddy."

"Great! Now, let's get going; the sooner this is over with, the sooner we can get back home and finish up that algebra homework."

Both human and reindeer raised a brow. "Where do you get your energy? Are you sure you're not an alien?"

"Yep, I'm just very task oriented and we have a schedule to keep," Anna replied, motioning for Kristoff to mount Sven so they could continue. "Now come on, chop chop, we've got work to do!"

"I swear you're not human." He grumbled, giving Anna a hand up.

"Oh, and thanks for the ride guys!"

"No problem! We'll take care of these guys, y'all go put a stop to those thieves!" The pilot waved, turning back to one of the frozen airmen as the three set off, the reindeer squeezing between two of the frozen soldiers as they tore off into the facility.

Elsa lightly bit her knuckle, using every ounce of willpower to keep from openly laughing at her friend. He was tearing through the fourth room they'd come to, the fourth in a very long line of separate work spaces, each housing something completely different and useless to Hans' plan. It didn't help that the redhead had no clue what the weather doohickey even looked like, something she was glad she hadn't pointed out before. Watching him root through assorted papers on every flat surface in the room was far too entertaining.

"Why don't people ever label things clearly!" Hans growled, tossing another stack of papers aside as he moved on to the next desk. He shuffled through more papers until he found the one he needed. "Success!"

Elsa rolled her eyes as he scurried back to the other side of the room and picked up what looked like a... miniature blimp from a long table showcasing a multitude of objects she couldn't name or categorize. "That's it?"

"It doesn't look like much..." Hans frowned, turning the object over in his hands. "It's marked as the corresponding model number but I don't see where one could activate it."

Crossing the room, Elsa picked up the discarded piece of paper Hans had left on the desk and skimmed over it. It did detail the progress made towards creating a weather something or other- technical, military words and acronyms, pass- but what caught her eye was when she turned the page over and observed the diagram on the back. Specifically, the measurements.

"Hey, genius." Elsa raised a hand to massage the bridge of her nose, holding the piece of paper out in Hans' direction. "Read the measurements."

Hans scowled at her, coming over and snatching the piece of paper away. When he lowered it, his eyes were drawn to the model in his hand. "Oh. It's a representation of the final product, not a functional prototype." He shrugged and tossed the now useless piece of junk over his shoulder and gathered up the rest of the papers regarding the project. "At least the trip won't be in vain. Now, let's get out of here before-"

"Too late." Elsa groaned, hearing the faint noise of hooves on tile growing steadily louder. She turned towards the gaping hole that was once a door, summoning a blast of ice and settling into a fighting stance while Hans stepped back and to the side, assuming his most regal pose with one hand- firmly clutching the papers- behind his back. Finally, the reindeer slid into view, taking a hard right in order to charge into the room.

Anna was already sliding off, eyes locking onto her opponents as she entered the room. Kristoff, on the other hand, didn't have the presence of mind to dismount Sven before going through the door. As a result, his forehead collided with the low clearance of hole, sending him toppling backwards and to the ground with a solid thud.

"Oh my gosh, Kris, are you okay?" Anna glanced worriedly at her friend, who was already scrambling to his feet.

He shook himself once before settling into a fighting stance of his own, pulling his trusty ice pick from its place on Sven's saddle. "Yeah, hard head, you know the drill."

The Prince sighed. "If we promise we won't do it again, will you let us go?"

"Not a chance!" Kristoff said, Sven emphatically nodding his head along with his master.

The Princess shrugged. "Very well then. Ice Queen, get the girl."

"With pleasure." Pushing her hand forward, ice shot out in a straight line, causing Anna and Kristoff to jump apart. Ice Queen jumped on top of a desk, ready to fire another blast of ice. She dissipated the blast as she scanned the room in search of her target. The redhead rolled but the blonde was more concerned with jumping onto the desk than where she landed. Logic dictated she was hiding under one of the desks. But which one?

Determining she could get a better idea of where her target went from the other side of the room, she jumped across the desk, marginally surprised when the second to last one lifted up underneath her. She jumped to the floor in time to bring an arm up to block a haymaker, using Anna's momentum against her to turn and push her away.

Anna stumbled slightly but quickly caught her balance, settling into her stance against as the two faced off in the narrow space between desks. "Long time, no see, huh, Ice Queen?"

"Not long enough, in my opinion." The blonde coldly replied, beckoning the redhead closer. "I'm a fair person; I'll go easier on you today than usual."

Anna grinned, allowing the implied insult to slide right off her, and charged forward. She threw the first punch as soon as she was able, expecting to miss, and used her other arm to block the answering shot from Ice Queen.

On the other side of the ice divide, The Prince, Kristoff, and Sven were squaring off... sort of. The desks and tables prevented Sven from getting close and The Prince had picked up a long, solid looking length of metal, a smirk on his lips as he clutched his prize in his off hand.

"Do you really want to do this, boy?"

"No, not really, but I don't have much of a choice right now, do I?" Kristoff eyed the impromptu weapon warily before raising his pick. "You're not going to stop unless we make you."

The Prince laughed. "You act like there's a chance of that happening."

Rolling his eyes, Kristoff gestured between them. "This isn't our first rodeo, man. We've kinda spent the past year or so kicking your butt."

"Setbacks and nothing more, kiddo." The Prince smirked. "You haven't actually caught me yet and, thus, you have not and will not stop me. The world will bend to my will soon enough."

"Okay, crazy time over, pain time now!" Kristoff surged forward, putting all his weight into trying to knock the length of metal from The Prince's hand. To his great surprise, The Prince not only had a strong grip, but also could apparently use his makeshift weapon with amazing dexterity, turning Kristoff's charge into a knot on his head as he stumbled backwards. "Ow!" He rubbed his head; at this rate, he was going to have a concussion! "Aw, man. Can we go back to the whole blowing up your base thing? I think I prefer that now."

"En garde!" The Prince bellowed, lunging towards Kristoff. He barely had the time- or the coordination- to block the slashes and dodge the stabs. He mentally made a note to learn some sort of sword fighting the next time he decided to go mano-a-mano with The Prince.

No one said stopping a megalomaniac would be easy, though.

Anna was fairing notably better on her side, though she didn't feel as though she was winning by any stretch of the imagination. Without having to constantly adjust for shoddy footing, she was actually able to go toe-to-toe with Ice Queen. Kinda. She could tell the blonde was holding back, using strictly punches, kicks, and her tosses and throws to fight the redhead. No ice beams, no snow flurries, none of the magical powers Anna had come to expect during their duels.

It was a little refreshing and kinda disheartening too; Anna had some serious work to do on her fighting skills if she was going to ever actually beat the super powered woman.

After spinning into a roundhouse kick that sailed harmlessly over the blonde's head, Anna followed with an off balance front kick using the same leg. Bad idea. Without any real strength behind it, Ice Queen caught her foot and pushed. Without her balance, Anna fell, landing on her back as her head briefly hit the ground. Groaning from the shock more than the pain, her hands immediately raised to cradle her head.

They never made it. She felt hands close around her wrists and force her arms above her head, eyes snapping open just in time to catch sight of Ice Queen leaning over her. She'd never noticed before but, very lightly dotted along the pale skin of the woman's shoulders and cheeks, were barely there freckles. Huh.

Anna's thoughts were immediately scrambled as she felt ice encase both her wrists, sending a shiver through her. Ice Queen leaned back and passed a hand over Anna's waist, forming another restraint made of ice that further immobilized the redhead. Only then did their eyes meet, frosty blue to aquamarine.

"You know, you're pretty easy." Ice Queen said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Anna sighed. "As an opponent?"

"On the eyes." The blonde clarified with a smirk- the first real expression other than concentration, boredom, or impassivity Anna had ever witnessed on Ice Queen's face- and raised her hand in a slight wave. "Until next time, Snowflake."

With that, Ice Queen planted her palms on both sides of Anna's head and vaulted into a somersault, gaining her feet in one fluid motion and dispelling the ice wall she'd created. She did so just in time to send a bolt of ice at Kristoff, freezing his raised hand and pick to the wall.

Kristoff immediately whipped his head to the other side of the room, panic coloring his voice. "Anna!"

"Kristoff! I'm okay!"

The Prince turned, curiosity written across his face. By this point, Ice Queen was no longer smirking, instead striding towards him with purpose.

"We have to go. Now."

"But-" The Prince began before the tromping of boots down the hallway caught his attention. Momentarily distracted as he was, his grip on the papers loosened just enough for Kristoff to reach out and snatch them away, although a few tore off in the swipe. Before he could reach to take them back, Ice Queen had a firm hold on his other arm and the doorway was rapidly filling with uniformed men holding rifles leveled at their chests.

"Don't move or-"

Her right glove disappeared as Elsa waved her arm, summoning a winter storm in the middle of the room. Icy winds tore straight to the bone, causing everyone present to shiver as a few men yelled out, the ice swirling around them too dense to make out who was screaming at who about what, especially with Sven braying in confusion.

When the air cleared, The Prince and Ice Queen were gone, and everyone was covered in a sheet of snow and frost.

"What the- where'd they go?"

"The elevator! They're heading for the surface!"

"Too late! It's already going up!"

Anna sighed, trying to work herself free from her restraints before, in a bizarre flash, all traces of ice, snow, and frost disappeared from the room. Only the cold that had sunk deep into her muscles remained and the redhead instantly sat up to wrap her arms around herself and shiver. Kristoff was by her side a moment later, trying to hide his own shivering.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, j-just a little chilly." Anna laughed, accepting his help up as a few soldiers lumbered their way.

"You kids okay?" At their nod, he chuckled. "Good work stalling them. Do you know if they got whatever they were after?"

"Only thing I saw them with was this," Kristoff said, waving the papers still clutched in his left hand and handing them over. "So I don't think so."

"It doesn't matter," one of the other soldiers said with a chuckle. "There's no way they're getting out. Jackson already radioed up, so the elevator's covered; they're about to walk into a fatal funnel."

Anna and Kristoff exchanged worried looks. "They're not going to kill them, right?"

"Yeah, I mean, they might be jerks, but they're pretty harmless." Kristoff gestured to the room. "I mean, Ice Queen probably could've killed all of us right then."

"If they're smart, they'll surrender," the first soldier replied, a certain grimness in his tone.

The Prince punched the elevator wall. "We were so close!"

"Now's not the time," Ice Queen replied, hugging the opposite wall and listening intently for the elevator to slow its ascent.

"They aren't going to catch up to us. These things don't have varying speeds."

She turned her head to regard him. "I can feel my ice when it's weakened by outside forces. The men I froze when we arrived were released." Ice Queen readied another massive blast of wintery fury as the elevator slowed to a stop. "It stands to reason their friends came to help them and there's more waiting for us at the top."

"I don't think-" The Prince glanced through the doors as they dinged open and instantly pressed himself against his wall. "Fine, you told me so again, now, please, do something before they shoot us!"

One of the soldiers in the hall quietly cursed, lowering what looked like an old toy phone from his ear. "They got away."

As cries of surprise echoed around them, Kristoff and Anna breathed a sigh of relief. While the two did want The Prince and Ice Queen brought to justice and stopped from their continued attempts to take over the world, they weren't exactly keen on the idea of them being killed. Especially not because the two teens were able to stall them long enough for deadly force to arrive.

"Well, we appreciate your help nonetheless." The soldier motioned towards the elevator. "Do you two have a ride back home?"

Anna smiled. "I'm sure I can ask for someone to come pick us up. It's not easy fitting a reindeer into most vehicles, so-."

The soldier shook his head. "Nah, that won't do. We'll have someone drop you off in one of our LMTVs. Big enough to house your critter. You'll have to sit in the back with him, though."

"Does this LMTV you speak of leave the ground at any point?" Kristoff narrowed his eyes at the soldier, the suspicion disappearing at the slightly confused shake of his head. "We'll take it."

Anna laughed. "Awesome! Then, we can get started on that algebra homework!"

Kristoff groaned, planting his face in his hand.

The flight back to the Palace was quiet until Hans decided to break it.

"So, just to be clear, you're mad at me for not planning this out very well, running us into a dead end, totally missing what we were actually supposed to be looking for, and... not listening to you, right?"

Elsa shot him her coldest glare to date before focusing on their flight path once more. "That's about the long and short of it."

"If I say I'm sorry-"

"Hans, don't you get it?" She snapped, instantly cutting him off. "Those guys had guns, we could've been shot and killed all because of your poor planning!" The blonde sighed, rolling her neck and wincing at the pain still lancing from her right hip. She hadn't let it show at the time but Anna had landed a vicious kick that promised to leave a nice bruise tomorrow, along with a few others dotting her back and thighs. Despite her light skin, bruises tended to take a while to show, either because of her powers or some medical reason she didn't bother learning about. "You don't have any patience, any concept of the natural progression of things, and it nearly got us killed or caught, neither one would've been good!"

"Jail isn't that-"

"No, Hans, you would've gotten jail time. Me?" For the first time in his recollection, he could see the fear plain on her face. "I have powers over ice and snow, Hans. Powers no one else has. You really think they'd let me sit in a cell? After breaking into an underground government research lab?"

His eyes widened, mouth working a moment silently before he hung his head.

Elsa took a few deep breaths to pull her emotions back into her control, noting the light layer of frost covering the controls of the hovercraft.

After a few more minutes of silence, Hans spoke. "I am sorry, Elsa, and you're right. I just... I want this to work so bad."

"Then take the time to come up with something feasible or switch your aim altogether. But Hans, I swear, if you ever put us in that position again-"

"I won't. I promise." He tentatively put a hand on her shoulder. "You're the only friend I have anymore, Elsa. I really am sorry."

The blonde nodded, waiting a few minutes before changing the subject. "So... how'd the fight with reindeer boy go?"

"Well, it wasn't a slap fight, which keeps my dignity intact, and he's actually not half bad with that pick ax of his." Hans chuckled. "Very strong, but he lacks finesse and dexterity. Plus, pick axes aren't designed for sword fighting." He sighed. "I'm just glad the reindeer couldn't get the drop on me. Otherwise, I probably would've been in trouble." They sat in silence for a few minutes. "What about the girl?"

"She's getting scary good and scary determined," Elsa replied, a fond smile touching her lips. "You remember that first plot, when they just showed up and we didn't know what to do?"

Hans laughed, covering his mouth slightly. "Uh, yeah, I remember that, unfortunately. I got thrown into a river by a reindeer; it's a little hard to forget."

"Yeah, well, I tried doing that again, not using my powers and just fighting her." She shook her head. "I don't think I've had a workout like that in a while."

Hans frowned momentarily. "Well, while I'm glad you're getting something out of it, I'm a little concerned. You don't think she'll ever beat you, do you?"

Glancing to her side, Elsa pondered the question a moment before shaking her head. "I don't think it'll ever come to that. She's determined but she... doesn't have my vicious streak."

The remainder of the flight was in silence, Elsa concentrating on flying while Hans debated broaching the topic before opting to let it go for the time being. Some wounds took longer to heal.

Kristoff poked her shoulder, eliciting a startled yelp from the redhead. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't; I was just surprised." Anna smiled. "What's up?"

"You've been super quiet and wide awake. Those usually don't happen simultaneously." Kristoff shrugged off the playful punch to his shoulder and laughed. "I'm just asking, is there anything on your mind? Anything you'd like to share with the group?"

Sven turned his head, sniffing loudly at Anna as though looking for the truth. With a giggle, she patted his nose and sighed. "You... remember yesterday how you were teasing me about crushing on Ice Queen?"

"I believe my words were 'raging lady boner' but continue," Kristoff said before realizing what he said and turning a suspicious eye on on his friend. "Don't tell me."

Anna crossed her arms and sank back into the uncomfortable metal seat a little.

The blond sighed, turning to face and holding up one hand. "On this hand, I am going to represent me, as your best friend since pre-k, who is totally excited that you have a new crush who is a very beautiful woman with a great body and really pretty eyes and so on and so forth." He raised the other hand, closing it until it made a fist. "On this hand, I am going to represent me, as the guy who just got one of his hands nearly frozen off, who has been with you on every mission where you've had to duck and dive and bend in all sorts of crazy ways to dodge potentially lethal blasts of ice energy and punches and kicks and so on and so forth." He shook his hands slightly. "Right now? This is my reaction." With that, he collided his fist into his open palm, resulting in a loud smacking noise Anna clearly heard over the wind and traffic surrounding them. He blinked at her a moment. "Do I make myself clear?"

"You want me to ask you this when you aren't shivering in the back of an Army truck that's barreling down the highway?"

"Yes, that, but also the other thing."

"To wait until you're fully awake and not directly before, after, or at any point during any mission no matter who we're going to stop."

"Exactly." He nodded, settling back into his seat. A minute passed before he held up his hand, silencing Anna just as she was about to speak. "And, no, I still don't have a man crush on The Prince."

Anna laughed, leaning against his shoulder. "Whatever you say."

Author's Note: There ya go. Ridiculousness: I am fond of it. Also, a few things I feel I should mention, it's been... a while since I was in high school. So... bear with me, because at this point, I'm wondering why I ever graduated. The "real world" sucks. Just sayin'. Oh, and, well, given my occupation (and my crappy track record), I high advise against expecting an update every week. Granted, I have managed to get a fair bit written but- as is often the case- getting to my computer/online in a timely manner proves difficult on occasion. And by "fair bit" I mean "I totally meant to make this a short and sweet fic and now it's taking over my life how do I keep doing this to myself" of course. That being said, I'll try my best, guys, I really will. Thanks to all of you who have read, reviewed, favorited, and/or are following this story. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing it. See you next time!