Disclaimer: No, I don't own Frozen or any other Disney things. I wish I did though. Also, here's your warning: look at my fics, look at my ships- if you honestly don't see where this is going, you should probably just turn around now.

Anna didn't think of herself as exceptional in any notable way. She was of average height, a little on the slim side, with red hair to her shoulders that was always bound in her signature braids, a light dusting of freckles across her cheeks, and... well, she was still growing into her body, so she didn't worry about that. Too much. Yup, she was pretty normal, excluding perhaps being luckier and clumsier than the average teenage girl. Oh, and she had a rather special knack for getting into extraordinary circumstances in far off locations on a semi-regular basis.

Like, for instance, the situation in which she currently found herself.

"Kristoff!" Anna called out, ducking a swipe at her head that would've given her the worst- and most literal- brain freeze of her life. She could feel her skin crawling with goosebumps under her light blue mission shirt, reminding herself for the umpteenth time that she needed to invest in warmer mission clothes the next time she went out to save the world from these particular offenders. "A little help please?"

"Workin' on it!" The blond boy yelled back while doing his best to dislodge his ice pick from the sputtering remains of yet another miniature doom-bot. Once it was free he stumbled back, barely kept upright by Sven's antlers catching him. "Woo, thanks, buddy." He turned to see Anna doing her usual deadly duel/sexy dance thing with the Ice Queen, flashes of blue and white chasing the redhead's form as she dodged. "Aw, man."

He had to contain his joy as more doom-bots entered the room, flanking the cause of yet another how-do-we-survive-this situation. The last time he'd tried 'helping' Anna fight the Ice Queen was... a decidedly bad decision on his part and a lesson in frostbite and hypothermia he really didn't want to repeat, so he much preferred to take his chances with the doom-bots. Pushing his rolled up sleeves up past his elbows- he still couldn't comprehend why Anna insisted they wear matching shirts on these forays but at least he got to wear his favorite, lucky black vest with it- he charged to the far side of the room.

"Why is it that every time I try to take over the world," The Prince began as his boots scuffed the floor angrily with every step, "you two show up to thwart me?" He crossed his arms over his chest, cape billowing slightly as the doom-bots advanced on Kristoff. The cape- like his jacket and paints- was a crisp white, accented by gold, matching the epaulettes on his shoulders, and purple, matching the cravat about his neck. Hit boots, though, were a shiny, polished black. "Seriously, do I have a GPS chip embedded in my skin or something? Cops, I can deal with, feds, bring 'em, Interpol, Global Justice, fine, but I'm getting sick and tired of you kids ruining my every bid for success!"

"Hey! We're so not kids!" Anna retorted jumping clear of a blast of ice just in time and rolling away as her opponent landed a flying kick in the space she'd just vacated. She nearly lost her balance on the ice, true, but that ended up working in her favor, the reduced friction allowing her to clear the woman's reach as she turned those piercing blue eyes on Anna.

"Yeah, we're considered adults in some states you know!" Kristoff called out, skipping away from one of the doom-bot's clunky swipes while hitting the other's body with the side of his pick. It didn't do much aside from focus both bots' attention on Kristoff, which he promptly used to his advantage by running, drawing them away from where Anna and the Ice Queen were fighting.

"Right," the Ice Queen stated, an air of nonchalance enveloping her almost as completely as the frosted wisps of power firmly entwined around her hands. The white and blue of her power- maybe it was magic, Anna had yet to learn exactly the nature of her nemesis' powers- was represented in her uniform, a light blue, halter top that exposed her midriff and shoulders, gloves accented in white that went up to her elbows, and form fitting pants tucked into white boots with an absolute killer heel. Hair so light it bordered on white was pulled into a thick braid that hung midway down her back, lips covered in white, glossy lipstick, and a constant look that practically screamed indifference completed the look; Anna was certain the name 'Ice Queen' wasn't chosen at random as every move and word practically oozed regal grace and cool indifference.

It always served to make Anna feel a little under-dressed in comparison; the nicest clothes she had to wear on missions didn't do much in the way of flattering her admittedly non-existant figure. She didn't exactly have the budget to spend on nice clothes that would get ripped to shreds on a regular basis.

"Ice Queen, could you please wrap this up sometime this week?" The Prince called out, massaging his temples with both gloved hands. "Just once, I'd like to make it to Step Four of my plan. Just once."

"To be successful in that, you should probably start coming up with better plans," the woman replied, settling into a fighting stance once more, a concentrated ball of ice and snow already gathering in her left hand.

Anna quickly settled into her own stance, fists raised in defense and feet ready to move at a moment's notice.

The Prince sighed heavily, stroking one of his sideburns in thought as he mumbled to himself. "Maybe I should invest in a new sidekick. One who doesn't insult me at nearly every turn." He paused, tapping a finger against his chin. "Or one who isn't always right."

With a flick of her wrist, the spell was cast, shooting just past Anna's shoulder as she ducked low, rolling into a backwards somersault and finding her feet just in time to block a particularly wicked kick aimed at her head with her forearms. She didn't have much time to consider how badly it's going to bruise because she's already dodging the left hook coming at her, countering with a few jabs of her own that forced Ice Queen to retreat a little, sliding on the ice like she was born there. Luckily, Anna had the time to get spikes attached to her boots to combat the constant fighting on ice, but she wasn't entirely convinced she could put any real power into her kicks and retain her balance quite yet.

Unable to put up a real offensive strike, Anna darted to the side to dodge another beam of ice, glancing around her quickly to get her bearings. Just as she'd suspected, her opponent was using the shots to block her exit routes, making an arena of ice around them. That was pretty much normal- The Prince tried to take over the world, Anna and Kristoff showed up to stop him, Ice Queen came out of nowhere to beat the stuffing out of Anna, Kristoff did something, stuff exploded, another successful mission- and weirdly comforting; she was fairly certain the day Ice Queen stopped trying to fence her in would be the day she was actually trying to kill the redhead.

So far, it was more like a very violent game of Simon Says: Ice Queen wanted her to roll right, she either rolled or ended up a popsicle. Which was pretty unfair, in the redhead's opinion.

Charging forward and dropping to her knees, Anna managed to slip beneath another shot of ice and close the distance quickly, planting one foot into the ice once she was close enough and putting all her energy into tackling Ice Queen to the ground. Her arms encircled the woman's waist, bringing them crashing to the ice. Anna quickly gained the upperhand, trapping Ice Queen under her as she threw a solid into the woman's side while using her other arm to keep her opponent pinned to the ice. After groaning from the initial hit, Ice Queen recovered, collapsing Anna's arm and rocking her hips, rolling them over until Anna's back was flat against the cold, cold ice.

Gritting her teeth, Anna blocked a punch or two directed at her face before jabbing Ice Queen in the gut and using the surprise attack to separate them, throwing her opponent off of her and sliding in the opposite direction across the ice.

What she wouldn't give to fight this woman on firm ground.

As they scrambled to their feet- well, Anna scrambled while Ice Queen just stood up like it was nothing- and faced off again, the redhead wondered where Kristoff had disappeared to, though she had a pretty good guess. Her time to be concerned about her friend was up, however, as Ice Queen charged in, easily maneuvering across the ice, sliding into a low sweeping kick once she was in reach. Anna jumped over the attack, planting her feet firmly as the blonde rose up with a wicked upper cut that certainly would've knocked her lights out had it connected. As it was, her fist flew just an inch or two away from Anna's chin as she leaned back and threw a punch of her own, aiming for the center of the woman's face. She dodged, of course, but just barely, and trapped Anna's arm, pulling her forward and over her shoulder in a truly masterful judo throw that sent the redhead flying, fetching up roughly against a wall of ice that cracked and fell outside of the makeshift arena.

That's going to hurt tomorrow.

"Anna! Time to go!" Kristoff called out right before the alarms began to blare. Heaving herself up, the redhead grabbed the now considerably lower ice wall and vaulted over it, barely keeping herself from falling as she skidded on the broken ice beneath her and started running towards the entrance they'd used. Kristoff and Sven were already waiting.

"Found the self-destruct button, huh?" Anna grinned, noting the slightly panicked but mostly proud expression on her friend's face.

"No button this time; he programmed it into one of the main computers," Kristoff said as he lifted himself onto Sven's back, noting the surprise on the redhead's face. "I just tricked the doom-bots into blowing up the whole room. Figured that would trigger it but it comes with a downside."

"Which means...?"

Kristoff helped Anna up and grimaced. "No really helpful countdown to tell us how close we're going to escape death this time."

Anna threw her arms around Kristoff's waist. "Go fast, Sven, go really, really fast."

"Hey, you don't-"

"Not the time, Kristoff!" Anna rolled her eyes, giving the reindeer a gentle nudge with her heels to let him know it was okay to bolt. Thankfully, Sven was just as concerned as Anna was about getting out and decidedly less concerned about who told him what. As the trio took off, their enemies were making their way to the hanger of the facility.

"Why does this keep happening?" The Prince groused, tossing a look over his shoulder.

Ice Queen, on the other hand, was smirking faintly. "Because you keep allowing it to happen. Why did you feel the need to set up your own self-destruct system?"

"I thought if it wasn't a button, that buffoon wouldn't be able to activate it." They reached the hanger, easing themselves into the parked hovercraft and readying for take-off with mindless ease. Under different circumstances, The Prince would've complained about how second-nature it was to prepare for a hasty take-off while trying to escape an explosion.

"Kids these days," Ice Queen replied, taking a firm hold of the yolk as she brought the hovercraft around and accelerated out of the hangar, leaving the base far behind them. Beside her, The Prince had his face buried in his hands and was groaning quietly.

"I don't get it, Elsa," the man said, dropping all pretense as his shoulders slumped. "How do those two keep making us look like idiots."

"As a point of order, Hans, they make you look like an idiot," Elsa replied with the slightest hint of smugness in her tone. "I always come out looking awesome."

Hans rolled his eyes, rounding on her quickly. "Yeah right, you can't even beat that ginger girl! She wins every time! And you have powers too!"

"That I don't use fully." She waved a gloved hand at him to accentuate her point. "You know it's harder for me to call forth the power of winter with these on; I intentionally handicap myself to keep things interesting. What's your excuse?"

He groaned, throwing himself back in his seat and, for all intents and purposes, pouting like a two year old throwing a tantrum. "It's just not fair! Every plan I make, if there's even a hairline fracture, they find it, it's like I'm cursed or something! Really, what have they got against Hanstopia?"

"Hanstopia?" Elsa raised one brow, glancing at her employer/friend with a mocking air.

"I'm working on the name."

"Just make sure I get Iceland."

Temporarily distracted, the redhead rounded on her. "You do realize Iceland isn't made of ice, right? There's actually people who live there. Like, real people."

The blonde feigned shock as she turned to him. "Really? Those mystical beings called 'people' still exist? Notify the press!" She paused a moment, long enough for him to open his mouth to reply before she cut him off. "Wait, if they're real people, what are we?"

"A smartass and a dumbass, I'd wager," Hans replied with a growl. "Did you take an extra dose of sass this morning?"

"No, Doctor, just the regular dose." She chuckled as he continued to express his displeasure at losing and being teased. "You know, there's still time to just give up and go back to living a normal life before some unfortunate accident turns your skin blue or something."

"Not likely," Hans replied quickly, stroking his jaw. "My complexion is far too precious for anything to befall it, a work of divine architecture for certain, the envy of all, like the Titanic- shut up, I meant like the Empire State Building, not the Titanic, I didn't say that, shut up."

The blonde barely contained her laughter this time, opting to leave her companion to his brooding for the time being. While she loved poking his bruised ego after yet another failed attempt, she truly enjoyed seeing the spastic man-child she grew up with much more. So, she let him stew, all the while keeping them on course to retreat to their fortress, the one location their pursuers would never find them: the Ice Palace she created herself as a young woman, to hide away from the world when things got too tough.

Which was a lot.

Meanwhile, barely outside of the blast radius at the now destroyed facility, Kristoff and Anna were brushing themselves off, Sven prancing around them as they survived yet another near death experience.

"Why do I keep going places with you?" Kristoff snorted, pulling his beanie off his head to shake the dirt off it. "Every time you say 'hey, Kristoff, I got another mission in this really cool place', that place ends up blowing up! Seriously, why do I keep letting you drag me into these situations?"

"Oh, come on, Kristoff, live a little!" Anna laughed, redoing one of her braids in order to get a stray twig free of the strands. "That wasn't nearly as bad as going to North Mountain our Freshman year."

"I thought we agreed; we do not speak of North Mountain, Anna. I still have nightmares." Kristoff shivered, pulling his vest a little closer to his chest.

Anna rolled her eyes. "It was just a crazy trust exercise! You act like outrunning an avalanche is hard."

"Trust exercise," Kristoff muttered, rolling his eyes. "It made me wonder why I trust you in the first place."

"My hair got singed but I didn't lose my hearing," Anna shot over her shoulder while pulling free the little device she used for circumstances like these. She hadn't quite come up with a cool name for it yet but she was working on it. "Mr. Oaken, you there?"

"Yoo hoo!" The man's face filled the screen, a smile on his lips as he regarded the redhead. "I trust everything vent smoothly, ya?"

"As smooth as explosions can get!" Kristoff called, setting his beanie back on his head.

Anna ignored him and nodded. "Mission accomplished. Would it be possible to get us a ride?"

The man chuckled, nodding. "There's one on the vay. May take a vhile; you know the problem to find someone with the proper equipment to airlift a reindeer. Very low demand, very low supply."

"That's not his fault!" The blond instantly defended, rubbing his pet's shoulder.

She rolled her eyes, tucking the device away after a quick thanks as she returned her attention to her still irate friend. "I love Sven, you know I do, but maybe you should consider leaving him at home for missions?"

"Sven is a contributing member of this team." He patted Sven's shoulder as the reindeer nodded emphatically. "I don't see why he can't come along."

"Maybe if he was smaller and easier to carry it'd be easier, is all I'm saying. I'm not complaining, Kris, because Sven's awesome, aren't you Sven?" The redhead scratched under the reindeer's chin, smiling at the way he adored the attention.

Kristoff crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Anna. "Oh, what, like a naked mole rat? Do you realize how creepy that would be?"

"You live in the woods, talk to a reindeer, and practice ventriloquism so he can answer back; I think we achieved 'creepy' a long time ago." As he opened his mouth to argue, she held up a finger. "Plus, you're friends with me, the class klutz who likes to save the world in her downtime. Face it- we surpassed creepy and dove straight into unnerving before we turned fifteen."

Kristoff groaned, deeming the conversation pointless and sitting down in the dirt as they waited. Eventually, Anna took a seat as well, leaning her back against his, with Sven settling down beside them. The silence didn't last too terribly long. "Nice work with Ice Queen, by the way. She's pretty fierce, huh?"

"Yeah. Personally, I think she gets a kick out of it." Anna smiled, looking towards the setting sun on the horizon. "I mean, she never smiles or anything, but, I dunno, I get the feeling she has fun when we're fighting. I mean, why else would she stick with The Prince?"

"Be... cause... she's... evil?" He offered, shrugging slightly. "I dunno, maybe she just likes watching him fail? I mean, why does the The Prince want to take over the world anyway? Talk about a headache!" He looked over his shoulder. "It's not like it's an easy gig. Can you imagine what it would be like? Actually ruling the world, regulating economies, standardizing languages, or preserving cultures-"

"I don't think he's really into ruling the world in a real sense. I think he just wants the title. Ya know, to prove his manliness, or whatever."

"Why does everything any guy does come down to a little man complex with you?"

It was Anna's turn to shrug. "Maybe I just know a lot of little men?"

"You are not lumping me into that group." He pushed back against her, his heavier frame forcing her to put considerable effort into not being folded in half. "Besides, I don't think it's some sort of self image thing. He always looks so... well, princely, with the capes, and the boots, the hair... epic sideburns."

"You're totally developing a man crush on our number one enemy, Kris," Anna teased, finding the weight she'd formerly put all her strength into pushing against suddenly disappear as her friend shot up and towered over her, a scowl set on his features.

"A man can appreciate another man's sideburns without it being a 'man crush' as you put it," he said, going so far as to use air quotes around her words.

"Oh God, Kris, you so have a man crush on him!" The redhead giggled. "I can totally see it though; he is pretty dreamy."

"Oh, yeah, sure, I have a man crush on The Prince just like the raging lady boner you have for Ice Queen." He flippantly threw back at her.

Pushing herself up to her elbows, she smiled at him, throwing in a waggle of her eyebrows for added effect. "Can you blame me? Have you seen her hips? Rrrrrrr."

Kristoff covered his face with both hands, shoulders shaking from barely contained laughter. "Oh, for the love of all things, please never make that noise again. You sound like a dying vacuum."

"At least I don't suck as much as you then."

"That's it!"

Anna reacted too late, unable to stop the impending tickle assault. Ever since they were kids, whenever Kristoff began to lose an argument or was fed up with Anna's teasing, his only recourse was to tickle her until she begged for mercy. And it worked every time.

When the helicopter Oaken sent out finally reached the trio, they found the blond boy mercilessly assailing his ginger best friend as she flailed on the ground, a reindeer jumping around the two in excitement.

After disembarking the hovercraft and watching Hans stomp away to fume in his rooms for the remainder of the day, Elsa turned her attention to the duo of living snowmen she'd created years ago to keep her company. Marshmallow, as always, merely ensured she was uninjured before settling back into his corner of what she'd come to call her Ice Queen Cave, a spacious living room of sorts that housed her books and hobbies, the one room aside from her actual living quarters Hans was not allowed to enter in the Ice Palace.

Olaf, on the other hand, was firing question at her a mile a minute. Once she fielded the usual ones- yes, they failed, yes, same trio of goody-two-shoes as usual, yes, she fought the redhead for a bit, no, she didn't hurt her, yes, the big guy blew the place up again, yes, they all made it out okay, and so on- he slowed down a bit.

"Hey, Elsa." Olaf hefted himself up beside her on the couch, where she sat reading a book. She regarded him a moment, giving him permission to continue. "Why do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Help Hans." Olaf's head swiveled around- the benefit of having no skeleton, she supposed- before returning to look at her. "He just gets upset when he tries and, if you didn't help him, he would probably stop. So, why do you keep helping him?"

"Maybe I want to see him succeed."

He squinted at her. "If you wanted to see him succeed... why would you tell the people who stop you what you're doing?"

Elsa's brows rose in genuine surprise. While Olaf was sweet, brutally honest, and sometimes not the coldest ice cube in the freezer, she had never expected him to be quite so astute. "What makes you think I do, Olaf?"

"You left the computer upstairs logged in when you left. I read it. Don't worry, I shut it down before you guys got back."

Elsa allowed the relief to show on her face; while she doubted he would outright lie to protect her, Olaf would never betray her. Being honest with him was the easiest way to convey how well he needed to guard this particular secret. "At what point did you learn to operate a computer?"

"Hans taught me!" Olaf clapped his twig hands together, excitement written across his face. "He wanted me to help him with his research, so he taught me how to use it. It was the week you and Marshmallow went to get food."

"Oh. Right. So you closed out that window I left open?"

"And cleared the browser cache. Hans said that we should always clear the history and stuff, in case anyone comes here and tries to steal his brilliant designs." Olaf blinked at her. "I am quoting him directly on that."

"I'll take your word for it," she replied, chuckling as she drew the snowman into a hug. "To answer your question: I said I wanted to see him succeed. I don't exactly want him to take over the world, though, so I arrange for someone to... interfere at opportune moments."

"But why?"

"I'm rich and eccentric." Elsa shrugged. "It's something to do."

"But, if you didn't help Hans, you could spend more time with us!" Olaf glanced at Marshmallow- who was quite content listening to the conversation- but gasped as he started patting her thigh. "Oh, or you could go into one of the cities and meet people! And get warm hugs! Oh, can we do that some day, Elsa? Meet people and get warm hugs?"

Elsa smiled sadly, putting a hand on the snowman's head. "I'm sorry, Olaf, but I don't think we can do that. The world... is not particularly kind to things they don't understand. A talking snowman is something the world isn't ready for, just like my powers; we would be feared."

"But, there's no reason to fear us."

Elsa remained silent, her gaze unfocused. Eventually, she turned her attention to her book. "Yes, there is. I'm going to read now, Olaf."

"Oh... okay."

Anna startled awake as one of the crewmen shook Kristoff beside her; they were coming up on their destination and needed to get ready. Stretching her arms above her head, the redhead felt her muscles burn pleasantly after being slumped in the same position for so long. Kristoff yawned and did the same, rolling his shoulders as he shook himself a little bit.

"I always feel so cold after leaving a mission against The Prince and Ice Queen. I never even get near the ice!" Kristoff grumbled, voice still a little thick from sleep.

Anna shook her head. "You're such a dork. Oh, but hey, I got a question, just something I thought about when we were taking off."

"Yeah?"

"How old do you think The Prince and Ice Queen are?" She furrowed her brows, tucking an errant lock of hair behind her ear out of habit- it was just going to get messed up when she got out of the helicopter anyway. "I mean, they don't look that old, but they always tease us about being kids. They can't be that much older than us, right?"

"I don't see why it matters but if you're asking me to guess, they probably aren't over twenty-five. I mean, tops, they're twenty-five, complete end of the bell curve." He scratched his chin. "You ever talked to Ariel? You know, the ginger choir girl?"

Anna made a face. "I kinda try to avoid her. She's a bit..."

"Weird? Yeah, I know, but I have heard her talk about her older sisters. Every time one of them comes back from graduating college, they always act like she's a little kid who doesn't understand things. So, yeah, maybe they're right around there, twenty-two to twenty-three."

"Kris, how many college graduates do you know who try to conquer the world?"

"Given my theory, I'm going to say twice as many as those I know who have crazy ice magic powers."

Anna giggled. "Alright, I'll give you that. It just, I dunno, makes me wonder."

The crewmen motioned towards them and the two reluctantly got up and started attaching their harnesses, though Kristoff continued the conversation like it was nothing. "About what?"

"What causes two twenty-somethings to try and take over the world. I mean, I get having high expectations and stuff, but don't you think that's pushing it?"

Kristoff rolled his eyes. "Look, Anna, it's weird enough we find time between school, clubs, and homework to jet around the world and save the day and stuff. Do we really have to add psychoanalyzing our enemies to the list? 'Cause, seriously, my plate's full at this point."

"I'm just saying, if we knew why they were doing it, maybe we could help them find more constructive uses of their time. Set them on the right path, ya know?" The redhead stepped up to the side door, hooking the carabiner into her harness.

"Fiesty Pants, I know you wanna save the world one poor, unfortunate soul at a time but... some people are just evil." Kristoff yelled above the added noise of the blades whirring and shrugged. "They can't be saved."

Anna lowered herself into a squat, checking to be sure she was at least in the right neighborhood before giving her best friend her brightest smile. "Good thing I refuse to believe that. I'll see you at school, Kris!"

With that, she pushed off, controlling her descent as she repelled from the helicopter. The first time taught her that just because she could catch the slack before she hit the ground, didn't mean she should. Once she was on the ground, she removed herself from the harness and gave it three sharp tugs, waving her arms to signal herself clear. As they reeled in the rope, she turned and set off for her house, intent on finishing up her homework and maybe watching some TV with her parents before retiring to bed. Sure, the nap on the ride home helped, but she would need a nice, long, hot shower to loosen up her sore muscles, and that would cut into her sleep if she didn't manage her time carefully.

Luckily, she was pretty darn good at time management by this point.

Author's Note: Okay, so, credit where credit is due. A huge thanks to tumblr user lauraknatt for inspiring this with her awesome art and giving me permission to post it. Also a huge thanks to Eoraptor, Alexslayer, The Supreme One, and only-looking for being supportive of my insanity. I got drug into this 'ship assbackwards, kicking and screaming, but it seems I'm here to stay. Damnit. Anyway, thanks for reading, review if you like, and yeah, I'll probably continue this. I have the chance to rework the Kim Possible universe; hell yes I'm going to have fun with this.