A/N hi guys. This is going to be a two shot holiday fic and will be based on the Christmas story.

This has been written as a piece of lighthearted fun so please don't take it too seriously. As for the miserable GUEST reviewer who has probably never written a story but felt the need to leave a unnecessary comment sorry but it will be ignored!

I WELCOME CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM BUT PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU FEEL THE NEED TO HAVE A NASTY DIG AT IT!

I would like to add that this mini fic will be a Helsa pairing featuring a little Kristanna. So please only read if you like this shipping.

The story takes place on Christmas Eve. Elsa and Hans are happily married and expecting their first child. But Elsa wants to spend Christmas as a family. So she has invited Anna and Kristoff to spend Christmas with them at a secluded cabin. Unfortunately things don't go to plan when along the way they get lost and Elsa goes into early labor.

Minor use of language.


Chapter One.

Christmas Eve morning.

This past year had been completely surreal for twenty five year old Elsa Westergard. Not only had she been reunited with her younger sister, Anna after thirteen years of separation, she had also met the man of her dreams - her soulmate, Hans Westergard. She'd had the perfect wedding. And now, if that wasn't enough, she was about to become a Mother for the first time too.

The platinum blonde just couldn't believe that in a little over three weeks time she would be giving birth to their precious son or daughter. Elsa rubbed her engorged belly, smiling briefly as she felt a firm kick. "I can't wait to meet you too, little one."

"Wow, I can't believe this day has finally arrived! This is going to be so exciting, Elsa," Anna beamed as she began loading her three bulging travel bags into the SUV. "I can imagine it now. A cozy cabin by the lake. The two of us drinking hot cocoa and egg nog whilst we sit around the Christmas tree singing carols just like we did as kids. And then, doing my most favorite thing ever, roasting marshmallows over a roaring camp fire. Oh this is going to be fun. I'm so glad you invited us."

Elsa was jolted out of her reverie by Anna's high-pitched rambling and bubbly persona. Wrapping an arm around her younger sibling, she felt nothing but the deepest affection for the redhead. "Me too," she cooed. "After all, Christmas is the time for family, and there was no way I was going to spend our first Christmas together in thirteen years without my adorable sister and soon to be brother-in-law."

The redhead gently nudged her sister. "Whoa, Elsa. Don't get too excited just yet. I know you and Mr perfect pants over there had a whirlwind romance, but I'd like to take things slow with Kristoff. Besides, we've only been dating for six months. I'm no way near ready for marriage."

"Sorry to interrupt. But if you two ladies are finished gossiping, then we really should get going. It's at least a five hour drive and I'd like to get there before nightfall," Hans hollered as he packed up the last few essentials.

Elsa waddled over to her husband and hooked her arms around his neck. "Thank you, for doing this."

"Doing what?" Hans questioned, gripping her waist gently.

"You know. Arranging for us to spend the holiday together up at your parents cabin. It means so much to me to be able to spend Christmas with my sister."

Hans directed his emerald green eyes downward towards Elsa's pregnant stomach. "You know I'd do anything for you, baby. Anna means a great deal to you, I know that. But you do realize that pretty soon we're going to have our own special little someone in our lives. A baby, who is going to need to be your first priority. Anyway, I know that sister of yours enough to tell she's pretty tough and resilient. And she'll always have Kristoff and that smelly mutt of his."

"Sven is not smelly," Elsa countered.

"That's a difference of appearance. I'm just glad he's not coming with us. The smell of dog is enough to make me cringe."

"Actually...about that," she started.

The auburn haired man eyed his wife suspiciously. "Oh no you didn't, did you?"

She then blurted out, "I kind of did. I'm sorry. I did offer to pay for a dog sitter but the two couldn't bear to be separated from each other...and I know what being separated from your best friend feels like."

"So I guess I have no say in this?"

Elsa flashed him a big heartwarming smile. "Not really, because I know you're really a big softy and I could count on you to say yes."

Hans felt nothing but pure adoration as his lips met hers. "Elsa Westergard, you really know how to melt a guys heart." After the kiss had ended, he let out a big sigh. "So I guess the dog can come. But you owe me big time. Now, let's get going."

Once everyone had clambered into the SUV, were seated comfortably and belted up, Hans peered over his shoulder addressing his sister-in-law and her boyfriend. I hope I don't have to remind you two to be on your best behavior. And that means no canoodling in my car. Oh and no barking," he added, staring directly at Sven.

Elsa playfully slapped her husband's arm. "C'mon, they're not a couple of hormonal teenagers. I'm sure Anna and Kristoff can restrain themselves until we're somewhere more...private. Can't you?"

Both Anna and Kristoff gave a confirmed nod, before reaching for their cellphones and settling down for the long journey.


Six hours later.

"Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?!" Anna ranted, impatiently. "I don't know about you people, but I am so bored and hungry."

"ANNA!" Elsa, Hans and even Kristoff shouted in unison.

The redhead slumped back in her seat, before whispering an apology. "Sorry, but my stomach is rumbling."

Ignoring Anna's incessant whining, Hans averted his gaze out of the window, noting a small wooden bridge that looked increasingly familiar. "Didn't we just cross this bridge like an hour ago?"

"I'm sure it was different," Kristoff replied, attempting to ease Hans' concerns.

Elsa agreed. "Kristoff's right. There must be more then one of these kind of bridges. Let's just keep going."

Hans though wasn't convinced, and after a further forty five minutes of aimless driving, he was proven right. "Told you," he seethed, bringing the vehicle to a sudden halt just centimeters from the wooden structure.

At the unexpected jolt, Elsa winced as she experienced a sharp twinge. Clutching her stomach, she silently bit back the pain so as not to unnerve anyone.

"Damn sat nav! Five hundred dollars on the top of the range piece of technology and the GPS has been sending us around in a complete circle," Hans growled, as he gave it a firm tap. "Sorry guys, but I think we maybe lost."

"Hans Christian Westergard! Do not cuss in front of our child," Elsa warned, disapprovingly.

Hans stared blankly at his wife. "Huh? Baby, it's highly improbable that the baby heard us. And as you may have gathered, we've got more important things to be worried about right now."

Elsa rubbed her pregnant belly protectively. "It's a well known fact that babies can hear sounds and voices even whilst inside the womb. Weren't you listening to a word, Dr Snow said during all those ante-natal classes?"

"My mind must have been preoccupied with other things. Especially when you were trying out all those sexy positions and doing all of them hot breathing exercises," he then smirked. "So yeah, I might have missed that part."

Elsa folded her arms crossly. "Hans! Believe me when I tell you that those birthing positions were far from sexy, nor were those exercises hot," she retaliated, feeling slightly embarrassed discussing this in front of Anna and Kristoff.

"I thought they were hot. And whether you're giving birth or not, I'll still find you sexy," Hans complimented.

Kristoff couldn't help but give the father-to-be a word of advice. "I hate to break it to you, man, but have you ever seen a woman give birth before? Because if you have, you'll probably be too busy passed out on the floor to be worrying about how Elsa looks."

"Me, passed out? Pfft!" Hans exclaimed. He intertwined his hand with Elsa's, squeezing gently whilst he gazed into her beautiful blue eyes. "I don't care how you look, baby. You'll always be beautiful to me."

Anna rolled her eyes. "Um Hans, if you simply must go all goo-goo eyes on my sister. Can you at least wait until we get somewhere more private?"

With his cheeks flushing red, it was now Hans' turn to be embarrassed. "Okay, let's focus on the situation. Now, how's everyones cellphone signal?"

Both Kristoff and Anna checked their phones respectively, but it wasn't good news.

"No signal," Anna grumbled.

"No signal here either," Kristoff confirmed, whilst holding it out of the window hoping to get something, anything.

Hans angrily threw his phone aside. "What's the point of these damn things when they're totally useless in a situation like this!"

Elsa was about to scold him again, when another sharp twinge had her sucking in a deep breath, only this time it hadn't gone unnoticed.

"Elsa, are you alright?" Hans asked concernedly.

"I'm fine. Dr Snow warned me about these practise contractions I might experience. They're called braxton hicks, but don't worry they're not the real thing."

Anna launched herself forward. "The baby's not coming yet, is it? I thought you said you've got another three weeks to go. Tell me it's not happening yet. I haven't got my speech planned for when he or she arrives!"

"NO ANNA! THIS BABY ISN'T COMING YET!" Elsa shouted. "But I do really need to pee."

"Seriously, babe? At a time like this?" Hans groaned.

"When you gotta go, you gotta go," Anna chimed in.

Hans let out a disgruntled sigh. "Thank you, Anna for that rather intriguing piece of information."

Elsa struggled out of the car, her eyes scanning their surroundings. "I'll just go squat somewhere over there, it'll be fine."

Hans raced to her side. "There's no way you're going off anywhere on your own, it could be dangerous. I'm coming with you."

"No need to make a fuss, I'm a big girl now," Elsa informed him matter-of-factly.

But her husband was determined not to take no for an answer. "I'm coming and that's final. Kristoff, guard the car... with your life."

The blond attempted some humor. "Yeah, sure. Cause I'm sure this is the perfect hang out spot for a bunch of carjackers."

"Very funny," Hans replied with a mocking grin, before slowly guiding his wife towards a secluded area.

Once her sister and Hans were out of sight, a distant growling sound had Anna leaping into Kristoff's lap. "Maybe it's not the human variety Hans was worried about. Do you think there are any bears out here?"

"I think you should be more worried about your sister," Kristoff stated.

Anna arched an eyebrow. "Elsa? Why should I be worried? We're fine now...actually, we're more then fine. We're Super fine."

"I'm not talking about your relationship. I'm talking about the baby. What if it...you know comes early? We're miles from anywhere and there's no phone signal out here."

Although there was note of apprehension in her tone, the redhead tried to reassure them both. "Elsa said she was fine, so I'm sure there's absolutely nothing to worry about."


By the time Elsa and Hans had returned, night was falling quickly. A thick layer of darkness was beginning to blanket the surrounding thick trees.

"So what do you propose we do now, wonder boy?" Anna questioned her brother-in-law rather gruffly. She was clearly trying to express how irritated she was.

"We must have missed a turn or something. Turn the car around and let's head back. There has to be a gas station or a convenience store that we can stop at and as for directions," Elsa suggested.

At her command, Hans spun the car around, heading in the opposite direction. Yet, they hadn't even got a quarter of a mile, when they heard a chugging and spluttering sound.

"What's that noise?" Anna inquired.

The car immediately slid to a stop, and there was no way for Hans to stop it. "Holy shit! This can't be happening!"

Her husband's temper had flared leaving Elsa almost afraid to ask what was wrong. "Are we out of gas?"

Hans slammed the steering wheel, barely able to suppress his rage. "I thought you filled up yesterday!"

Elsa's eyes grew a little wider. "I thought you said you were going to."

"I was working late, how did I possibly have the time? And you knew very well I was taking the convertible."

"Well it's not my fault," Elsa defended. "I'm almost nine months pregnant and I had like a hundred and one things to do." Another sharp pain tore through her causing her to pant heavily.

Oblivious to his wife's discomfort, Hans whirled around to face Anna. "Well perhaps if your sister hadn't spent the entire day ice fishing with lover boy, she could of helped you organize stuff."

Anna narrowed her eyes clearly not impressed. "Hey, don't turn this onto me just because you screwed up!"

Kristoff instantly came to his girlfriends defense. "Yeah, don't blame Anna when I was the one who invited her to tag along. And if Elsa needed help she could have just asked."

"So now you're blaming, Elsa? If it wasn't for her, you two wouldn't have even been coming with us in the first place." Hans' words were harsh and almost immediately he regretted saying them.

Whilst her husband was busy arguing with Anna and Kristoff, Elsa had to deal with more pain, forcing her to hold back the tears. That was until she felt a trickle run down her leg. "Oh no! Hans! HANS!"

Interrupted by an urgent tapping on his shoulder, Hans turned his attention to the blonde. "Not now, baby."

Anna however could see that there was something terribly wrong. "Elsa, are you okay? What's wrong?"

Eyes full of panic, Elsa delivered the terrifying news. "My water just broke."


More to come...