It's here! As many of you know, I posted a short info session a couple of days ago with my idea for a holiday project, and you people did not disappoint! For those of you who may not have seen it, the first 12 people to PM with a prompt for a holiday drabble would get there request written, one posted a day til Christmas. The prompts and respondents are (hopefully) being kept a secret and each day will reveal one at a time!

I'm really excited to do this and I hope you enjoy it as well. All responses are greatly appreciated :)

The first was requested by Pocket Sevens. I hope you enjoy!

"So, what do you say, Elphaba? Will you come?"

The girl in question hesitated, torn between the answer that she wished she could give and the one she knew was required of her. "Um.."

"Oh, Elphie, please say you'll come!" Galinda bounced forward to grasp her best friend's hands. "You haven't lived until you've seen the Vinkus covered in the freshest of winter snows. As wonderful as Lurlinemas is in the Gillikin, I promise you it's nothing compared to a view from Fiyero's balcony!"

"Which is something you're much better acquainted with than I am, I'm sure," Elphaba smirked as the blonde blushed a pretty shade of pink.

"And I'm certain I have no idea what you mean."

"The point is," Fiyero stepped forward, clearly desiring to put an end to this conversation before it went any further, "Is that Lurlinemas wouldn't be the same without you. Say you'll come, Elphaba." Striding to her side, he encircled Galinda with one muscled arm and touched the green girl's shoulder with the other, blue eyes eager. "Please?"

A resigned sigh escaped Elphaba's lips as she gave an honest answer. "Nothing would make me happier than to join you in the Vinkus for Lurlinemas." Their joyful smiles quickly fell away as she added. "But, unfortunately, I can't."

Galinda's eyes reflected disappointed understanding, but Fiyero's flashed with hints of hurt clothed as defiance. "You can't or you won't?"

Galinda placed a calming hand on his arm. "Dearest, she has her reasons…"

"Which she has yet to give," he countered. Releasing both girls, the prince strode to his desk, sitting backwards in his chair, arms fold and chin defiantly planted on them. "Forgive me, but I'm having a bit of trouble understanding why my invitation is refused every. single. time. Quite frankly, I would love to know why. Go, so ahead, Elphaba: I'm listening."

"Fiyero…" Galinda implored again. "I'm telling you. Let. It. Go."

"It's all right, Galinda," Seating herself across from him, Elphaba sighed again before explaining, calm and collected as always. "Fiyero, my reason have nothing against you or your invitation. You've been nothing but kind and thoughtful and I could see how you might think I'm refusing on purpose, but I'm not."

"But it's not just this time." He argued, refusing to give up so easily. "Elphaba, you're my friend. You're Galinda's best friend. We want you with us. What is objectionable about that?"

"I have certain… obligations in Munchkinland, especially around Lurlinemas." Shoving a fistful of hair out of her face, the green girl implored him to understand. "I'm needed at home."

"You're always 'needed at home'" Fiyero sulked. ""How hard is it to write to your father and tell him you're spending Lurlinemas with friends?"

Elphaba stood then, features hardening at his petulant tone. "I don't 'tell my father', anything, Fiyero. As long as I live in his home, I am under his rules. It's called respect; something you would do well to learn." Snatching her coat, she shrugged it over her shoulders. "My answer is thank you, but no." Stepping out the door, she said, "Galinda, I'll see you at home," and was gone, the catch of the metal lock sealing the finality of her answer.

Fiyero watched her go, then turned to his girlfriend, his face incredulous. "Can you believe she just left like that? You'd think I'd asked her to go to the slaughter house the way she behaved."

Galinda shook her head. "You don't know anything, dearest. There is nothing Elphie would love more than to spend Lurlinemas with us in the Vinkus. It's not that she wont'. She can't.

He snorted. "So she said."

"No, Fiyero. She literally can't. Her father has her nearly squashed under his thumb so tightly, it's a miracle she even functions normally. She's never allowed to be away, unless it's to care for Nessa. Her father would never allow her a pleasure trip, especially when she is expected to cook, clean, and serve for her father's 'friends'- and I use that term loosely- on Lurlinemas."

Fiyero sank onto the bed, thoroughly chastised. "I…I didn't know."

The blonde placed a hand on his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I know, dearest. But now you do." Rising, she grabbed her coat. "I'm going to make sure she's all right and then I'm bringing her back. By that time, I trust you'll have a proper apology ready?" Though she was smiling, her steely gaze clearly indicated that she meant every word.

What else would he do? "Of course, dear."

"There's the man I know and love," A genuine smile appeared as she blew him a kiss. "I'll be back soon."

Fiyero sighed and buried his head in his hands. He doubted an apology would even be enough, but he would try.

He had to try.

"Nessa?"

Elphaba closed the door behind her before greeting her sister and taking a seat on her bed. "What are you doing here?"

"Pure luck, actually," Nessa answered, a pretty smile lighting her face. "Madame Morrible had to speak at a sorcery seminar this afternoon and I thought it would be a grand opportunity to visit my sister!.

Eyes narrowed, the green girl studied the younger one . She looked well, eyes bright and clear, skin still a creamy white with a pink blush to her cheeks. Her expressions were a bit on the enthusiastic side, but Nessa was known to have a tinge of Galinda's flair for the dramatic if the occasion presented itself. Perhaps she had received exciting news from home or a smile from a handsome stranger.

Deciding to girl the girl the benefit of the doubt, Elphaba tried again. "Well, how… benevolent of you. "

"I suppose…" Nessa wheeled herself to her sister's side as Elphaba began to remove her heavy boots, flexing her feet in relief when the clunky footwear fell away. "Is everything all right? You look perturbed."

The older girl shrugged. "I'm fine. Fiyero and I were arguing."

Nessa chuckled. "Well, nothing new there."

"He invited me to spend Lurlinemas in the Vinkus with him and Galinda." She explained, halting when Nessa's face registered surprised. "Don't worry, Nessa. I told them I couldn't go. I would never dream of being anywhere than home on Lurlinemas."

"But you want to go." It wasn't a question.

Elphaba turned to face her sister. "What I want is of little consequence. You know that as well as I do."

"Fabala…"

"Nessa, it's fine." A small smile crossed the green girl's lips. "Father has set certain rules and I've agreed to abide by them. I'm okay with that."

Nessa was silent for a moment, then smiled. "Well, that may be, but I'm not." Wheeling away, she returned a moment later and produced an envelope from the pocket of her skirt. "This came for you today."

The green girl took it, noting the open flap with a raised brow. "Reading my mail now, are you? Don't you think that's a little intrusive, even for you?"

Rolling her eyes, Nessa pushed it into her sister's hands. "Just read it, Fabala. You can lecture me about the legalities of mail fraud later."

The brow climbed further, but Elphaba did as her sister asked, extracting the paper, unfolding and reading at such a slow face that Nessa feared she might burst with anticipation. "Well?"

"Is this….what I think it is?" The words came slowly over Nessa's delighted squeal.

"Elphie? Elphie, are you here? I made Fiyero start working on an apology, He has no idea…" Galinda entered the room in a whirl of pink shine, stopping short when she saw Elphaba's flabbergasted expression and Nessaroses's smug one. "What's… going on?"

"I can go." Elphaba stated simply, her voice reflective of her face.

"Elphie, you're going to have to give me more than that," Galinda replied, taking a seat net to her friend on the bed. "Hello, Nessa!" she said with a smile. "Can go where?"

"To the Vinkus. With you and Fiyero. For Lurlinemas. My father is giving me permission. But how could he have known? Fiyero just asked me moments ago. There's no way, unless…" Understanding dawned as she noticed the satisfied smile shared by her best friend and younger sister. "You did this. Both of you."

"Happy Lurlinemas, Fabala," Nessa said simply, patting the green girl's hand.

"It's going to be the best one ever!" Galinda exclaimed, seizing Elphaba in a fierce hug. "I can't wait to teach you how to build a snowman! And have snowball fights! Oooh! And make snow angels!"

"Still dazed, Elphaba shook her head. "Nessa, how in Oz did you convince Father? Who is going to cook? Or run the staff? Or-"

"Elphaba, stop." Nessa commanded gently. "It's all taken care of. Our staff is well paid and very underworked. I assure you, we'll manage just fine."

"But-" One pointed look from the younger girl was enough to quiet the older, her protests melting into a soft smile. "Thank you, Nessa. Truly."

"I told you it would all work out!" Launching herself at the green girl again, Galinda squeezed even tighter, if that were possible. "We're going to have such a good time!"

"If Fiyero even wants me there."

"Elphie! Of course he does! We both do! He was just upset, that's all."

"And I was wrong." A deep voice from the doorway drew the attention of all three girls, causing two to smile and one to shift awkwardly in place. Coming forward, he held out a hand to Elphaba, blue eyes pleading. "Can we talk?"

With a glance garnering an encouraging nod from Nessa and a push from Galinda, Elphaba allowed Fiyero to lead her into the hall. As soon as the door closed, he said, "Elphaba, I'm sorry. I was behaving like a child earlier. I had no idea your father was so strict and my actions were out of line. I hope you can forgive me."

She shrugged. "Of course. I was wrong too, Fiyero. I shouldn't have snapped at you because I was angry with my Father over something you have no control over. "

He smiled. "I do hope you can visit someday." Squeezing her hand, he added. "You mean a lot to me, Elphaba. I just want you have the best holiday possible.

It was her turn to offer a small smile. "Well, if you don't completely loathe me, I have some news: Nessa wrote to father and he gave me permission to spend Lurlinemas with you. If you'll still have me, I'd love to come."

Eyes wide, he gripped her hands tighter. "You're coming?"

She nodded, amused at how much he looked like an eager young boy on Lurlinemas morning. "If you want me there, yes."

"Are you kidding? Of course." Before Elphaba realized what was happening, she was in Fiyero's arms, held warm, and tight, and twirling through the air without realizing her feet had ever left the ground.

Much too soon, they were back on earth and Fiyero was beaming down at her, looking slightly embarrassed. "Sorry. I…don't know what came over me." Releasing her, he stepped back, but still held her hands in his. "I'm just…really, really glad you're coming."

Before she could stop herself, Elphaba raised on tiptoe to kiss his cheek before hugging him herself, ignoring the spark that lit deep in her stomach as his arms came around her, warm, solid and strong. "I am too, Fiyero." She said softly, for his ears alone. "I am too."