A journey to Istanhoof, in a train, is interrupted by deadly snowdrifts. Could it be an attack of the terrifying snow weasels, sealing their victims in a mysterious time bubble? This short, complete fic was written in three hours flat to comply with the rules of the tryout for the upcoming ponychan-FIMchan fic battle. Tied for first place with Vanner! Contains the phrase, "Thou mad pink wretch". No refunds will be given for flinging of laptops or other computer equipment at the end.