Anna, Elsa, and Kristoff were all together in the sitting room of Castle Arendelle. Chestnuts were roasting in the corner fireplace. The air was thick with the potpourri of juniper berries and a pot of glogg warming by the fireside

Looking down from the window one could see Olaf and Sven frolic in the snow, in the fading light of winter's early sunset.

Anna decorated the room with ornaments and garlands and hung stockings by the fire Elsa was sitting on the couch reading a first edition of "A Christmas Carol", and Kristoff was strumming his lute to the tune of "O Juletre".

Anna hummed along with him whilst she trimmed the Juletre in red and gold tinsel, blown glass ornaments, and tiny beeswax candles. She took a step back and looked over the whole tree, framing it in her hands like a picture postcard.

"It needs something more."

Kristoff changed his tune to "Stille Nacht" and Elsa flipped a page in her book. Ebenezer Scrooge had just been visited by the Ghost of Christmas Present. Elsa was enrapt, reading intently to capture the message of a holiday she had so long spent distant from her sister and family.

"Do you like how it looks, Elsa?"

Still lost in her novel, Elsa didn't notice Anna's question. Scrooge was visiting his nephew's house and Elsa couldn't break her attention from the page, hoping to soak up whatever meaning it held for curmudgeons of poor circumstance like herself and poor Scrooge.

"Elsa, how do you think the Juletre looks?"

Again she failed to hear, so Anna laid down on the couch and rested her head on Elsa's shoulder.

"Elsa. Do you like the tree?"

The Ghost of Christmas Present had just revealed to Scrooge the phantom children of Ignorance and Want; Elsa could not be broken from the spell so easily. Anna blew in her big sister's ear to grab her attention.

"Aaaah!"

Elsa screamed as her book flew from her hands onto the floor.

"Yes... Anna?"

"Do you like the Juletre? I think it needs something bigger. Something that says "Snow Queen".

"Anna, I told you to stop calling me that."

Anna clasped her hands against her face and twisted her face up in mock terror.

"Oh, no, I wouldn't want to upset the SNOW QUEEN! She might freeze my heart!"

Kristoff just looked on and kept playing his lute as the two girls bickered. He thought about what songs he knew might fit this situation and played a lively rendition of "The Fox Is Sliding Over the Ice". Elsa recognized it and started laughing. Anna smiled at her from the opposite side of the couch.

"There's the sister I was waiting for!"

Elsa sighed and and stood up to look over the tree. Once Kristoff had finished playing she turned back.

"It's beautiful, Anna. But you're right. It needs something personal"

Elsa flicked her fingers into her palm and an intricately star made of ice appeared in her hand.

"Happy?"

"Yes!"

Anna took it and put it on top and beamed on at the now perfect Juletre. Elsa stepped beside her her and put her hand on Anna's shoulder. Kristoff rose from his stool and joined them

"Now all we need is a tiny little snowstorm to keep it solid."

Anna turned to him with a pouty lip.

"That'll put out the candles!"

Elsa rubbed her hand across sister's shoulders.

"Don't worry, Anna, I don't have to. This ice is... special."

The 16-pointed star stood perfect and pristine over the well-appointed festivity of the sitting room and, catching the light from the fireplace, twinkled along its crystal facets like the very star that had led the three wise men to the king in whose name they celebrated that very day.

"Ice that doesn't melt? That's amazing. Please tell me you can show me how to do that."

Elsa smirked at him across the back of Anna's head.

"Maybe later. All this holiday cheer is getting me parched"

Elsa sat beside the fire and warmed her back and stuck the ladle into the pot of glogg.

"That reminds me Anna, you still haven't told me what you wanted for Christmas."

Elsa sipped from her cup. A steaming hot red wine was just the comfort she needed.

Anna bit her lip and exchanged glances with Kristoff.

"Should I tell her?"

Elsa brought the cup down from her lips.

"Tell me what?"

"What I want for Christmas, Queen Elsa of Arendelle, is for you to commission a new bedroom for the new Prince coming to live in the castle."

Elsa cocked her eyebrow at the strange news.

"A new prince? Anna, don't tell me you're still running around with strange men!"

Kristoff stifled a laugh and pulled Anna against him.

"No, just Kristoff. The new Prince is related to him, though."

Elsa sat her cup on the mantle and stood up from the fireside.

"What are you talking about? Kristoff, you're related to a Prince? What kingdom is he from? When is he going to get here? This isn't something you can just spring on me."

Elsa hugged her own arms against her chest as if to make herself warm in a fit of shivering.

"Elsa, Elsa, relax. The new prince won't be here for another *counting on her fingers* 8 months, and actually he's going to be the Prince of Arendelle."

"Arendelle?"

Slowly, it hit her, and Elsa's expression melted from trepidation into joyous surprise; her eyes lifted and her mouth drooped open like an O. She leapt up from the fireside and threw her hands into the air.

"MY LITTLE SISTER IS GOING TO HAVE A PRINCE!"

Kristoff kissed Anna on the cheek and looked up at the soon-to-be Aunt.

"We're sorry we didn't tell you sooner, but we were waiting for the right time."

Elsa hopped around the room like she had just been given a new pair of snow boots and wanted to try them out.

"A prince! A prince!"

She rushed over huggerd Anna around her shoulders.

"Oh, Anna I'm so happy for you," she whispered softly against Anna's neck.

She turned her head and looked up at Kristoff.

"And you too, Kristoff. Congratulations, Papa! This calls for a celebration!"

Elsa dashed across the room and unlocked the liquor cabinet on the wall. She removed a bottle of blackberry schnapps and set it on the table, conjured three small glasses made of ice and poured the schnapps into them.

"A toast to the new prince of Arendelle!"

And the three of them raised their glasses. Glory to the soon-born king.