A/N: Dialogue that would be Norwegian in-universe is enclosed with [brackets].

Chapter 10 – Meetings

Chelsea was still of the age where imaginations ran wild. This was a time when parents had to gingerly massage expectations that no, there wouldn't be any snow when the family met Elsa at Disney World because…reasons. "It's too hot" got countered with "But magic!" among others. The official Disney line for its face characters ran something along the lines of "using snow powers outside Arendelle is illegal." For those obsessed with logical technicalities, since Arendelle didn't exist the only conditions under which such powers could be deployed also would never be met so even if they did exist no one should ever see them used.

Except now someone quite clearly either did a very solid impression of or actually had said powers on national TV.

The Chief decided no one else would be asked to interview Elsa. They'd swept the entire room she'd been placed in, pulled in officers who somehow hadn't heard about the whole thing—every time the room was cleaned out, the snow would come back. They'd cranked up the heat, only to realize this to be a mistake as water poured out of vents lower in the building.

"What do you want from me?" she'd asked plaintively as her confinement stretched on.

"I'm not sure" he conceded. "I believe you are saying what you think is true, but the reality that would have to exist for this to be the case doesn't fit with what I know."

A commotion called him downstairs. Elsa stood and tried to look out the narrow window of the room she'd been placed in. A small mob surrounded a braid of fiery red hair she recognized instantly.

"This is a new one" droned the officer in charge of keeping any of the protestors from getting into the building.

"No, seriously" said Anna. "I want to see my sister!"

"Listen, nice costume and all, but…"

Liz cut the cop off.

"This is the real deal. I promise you. She broke my sister's phone because she had no idea what it was. She doesn't know how she got here, and…"

CRASH.

A window partway up the headquarters shattered, after which snow began pouring out. Those immediately below dashed away as a massive cascade ran from the window to the ground. Elsa, train and all, slid down and landed a few dozen feet from where a now-shocked Anna stood.

"Anna!"

"Elsa, Hans followed us! I don't know how I got here, or how you got here, but he's here too!"

Elsa broke away from her sister's crushing hug. Though Anna wouldn't have known (as she'd been ice at the time), Sasha and Liz recognized Elsa's expression—the only time such anguish crossed her face had been when she thought herself responsible for killing her own sister.

"How?" asked Elsa weakly. "How does this happen?"

"What matters is we're together" replied Anna. "I don't think Hans will get much sympathy here…"

At that moment, the Chief and several of his aides made their way to the sisters, pushing aside the enormous crowd that gathered.

"Leave them be, leave them be!"

The pair wasn't sure what to do. Both Sasha and Liz urged them to tell their story in its entirety, so in they went. It did not escape notice that the amount of ice and snow decreased markedly in Anna's presence.

The Chief knew it was a massive breach of protocol, and could probably get him in trouble. However, he also guessed that such unusual circumstances might get him a pass for having his daughter in the room. Besides, sometimes, children, with their less constrained worldviews, could piece together puzzles that eluded adults.

Elsa let out a small laugh as Chelsea crashed into Anna, clinging tightly to her legs before letting go.

"So where did you come from?"

"Anna, this is Chelsea. She is apparently very fond of us, or, at least what she has been told about us, anyway…"

Elsa listened patiently as Anna sped through descriptions of everything she'd learned. Some of it was relevant ("These people know the story of our lives!") and some less-so ("They fly around in big metal tubes with buttons in them!").

"What does this have to do with Hans? Why is he still after me?"

"I don't know, Elsa, but…"

"Hans is a bad person!" said Chelsea suddenly. "If he's here, no one will believe anything he says! We've all seen the movie!"

"This, this 'movie' wasn't entirely accurate…" hedged Anna, "but he did in fact try to take over Arendelle. And leave me to freeze. So yes, I did punch him."

Anna looked particularly proud of this last part.

[...]

Hans and his men remained in the stern-yet-fair confines offered by the Norwegian Police Service. Given no fingerprints or other identifying markers could be found in any database, not even the United States' massive (some would say overly-reaching) stores those in charge were unsure of what to do with them. Clearly, they initially possessed hostile intent given the weapons brought along, but they had willingly given these implements of war up on the asking.

"You must let me address the people!" insisted Hans. "She is dangerous, and will freeze the entire world if we don't do what she wants!"

"Who is she, and what does she want?"

"The ice sorceress—Elsa of Arendelle!"

The interviewer excused himself. Outside, he conversed beyond Hans' earshot.

[Do you think this is related to the supposed Elsa in the United States?]

[It must be—none of this makes any sense unless we take it together as one big event…]

[But you've seen the movie!]

Sigh.

[Yes, entirely too many times. My children will not stop nagging me about making sure to buy the DVD when it comes out. Never mind we saw it at least once a week for months.]

His compatriot laughed. [Sorry. I just find it funny. But this is the "bad guy" from the film—does he know we know?]

[No, but what if the movie got it wrong? He's shorter than I expected, and his feet are smaller.]

[We should talk to the Americans about this.]