Colder

Warning

God, it had been a week. A week of waiting, memorizing again and again. Also that week he meet his unofficial short term girlfriend. You know that song, Oh What A Night? Ya, that best described Phillipan's last Wednesday. Frost had always said to live in the present, and even though Phillipan ignored sometimes, he still loved that quote. Speaking of the present, he'd done it. Literally, Phillipan was in the cockpit, almost to Scandinavia. Gosh, he hoped those pills he put in the actual pilots drink hadn't worn off. He was told at Arendelle was a no fly zone, so the prince would be parachuting onto a small boat a few minutes from the coast. Thank Christ there were 2 parachutes.

"Hey! You ready sir?" He heard the trainer guy ask Prince over the headset.

"YA!"He yelled back. The prince seemed like a complete dick, and no one knew what he was saying half the time.

"Ok, we'll be jumping in about 30 seconds, so we should get into are places."

Phillipan stood up. His co-pilot turned to him.

"Hey buddy, we gotta fly the plane here!"

Phillipan dumped his coffee on the ground, putting the styrofoam cup over his mouth. Bane impression activated.

"No, motherfucker, YOUR flying this plane."

Phillipan pressed play on his iPod. He grabbed a parachute and pulled the hatch open. The masks dropped from the ceiling. Phillipan was sucked out out the door.

Following the map that leads to you.

The chute was ripped from his arms, and after a moment of panic and fear, he made him self into a bullet shape and dove towards it. He gotten past the cloud barrier, and the earth was getting large by the second.

Never gonna let you down.

His fingers were inches from the straps.

The school is closed, the prisons open.

His hands were on it, now he was trying to pull it on against the wind. He was starting to be able to make out buildings.

Because this is winner takes it all.

IT'S ON!

Wub wub wub wub.

With a sudden rush, Phillipan came to a complete stop in less than a second. He was completely out of breath. He, he did it! Against all odds, He'd made it. Now to- Oh, Fuck. Trees.

Phillipan woke up in a field, next to a forest. Something touching his face. FUCK A SPIDER!! He jumped up, and the kids scattered. He was a the edge of a cornfield, a bunch of punks were poking his face with a stick. There was one that stuck around. A little girl, maybe five. She looked at him.

"This is yours."

She reached up and handed him his fedora. It had been burned. Not set on fire, just completely black. Not a bad look.

"Are you a spaceman?"

"Fuck off kid." Phillipan said turning and walking off, putting on his sunglasses, even though they were missing a lens.

"Most people don't use language like that in Arendelle."

Now he knew he was in the right place. He could see the top of the castle from over hill. Not much between him and Frost anymore.

He was here. Crossing the arched bridge that leads into town that leads into the castle. Act natural, he'd be in there within the hour. Nice town actually. Everyone was cheery. A little tavern, blacksmith, hospital, and church. Big place up close, you wouldn't think it was if you described it to someone. At that moment, a door burst open. A guy with a huge ass beard, looked pretty drunk. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Phillipan, his eyes lit up like he just saw a naked Kate Upton or something.

"Ph-Phillipan?"

"I don't know you that is." Phillipan said looking around.

"It. It's me.... Semore."