Author's Note:

I had an idea the other night, and typed out this drabble series in one sitting. I hope you enjoy this work, and when you're done reading, I hope you take the time to review. Reviews really do make my day. I do not own Frozen or any of the characters. Please read, enjoy, and review!

Anna's First Christmas

Anna didn't remember her first Christmas. She had always assumed, though, that it was a typical, normal, ordinary Christmas. One that was full of family, presents, and lots of chocolate.

Not so, Elsa just informed her.

"I… I did what?" Anna gasped, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Kristoff was in his seat at the dining room table next to her. His shoulders shook with his uncontrollable laughter.

"You knocked over the Christmas tree! And nearly caught the entire castle on fire. And ruined all of my presents. You, of course, had opened all of yours already."

"How on earth did I do that?" Anna whispered.

Elsa shrugged, her usually passive face bright with amusement over telling her sister the story of her first Christmas. "I have no idea. One second you were sitting in Father's lap and giggling at all your toys, and the next the tree was crashing to the floor- glass and candles flew everywhere! And when we turned around, there you were, sitting behind where the tree used to stand, your eyes and mouth in round little O's of terror from the crash.

"Oh, Anna- the entire tree!" Kristoff howled. He wiped a tear away from his eye and looked at her, "You have literally always been destructive!"

Anna pouted at him, "Oh yeah? What of yours have I ever destroyed?"

Kristoff rolled his eyes towards her. "Seriously? Because of you, my sleigh crashed 200 feet down a cliff, splintered into hundreds of pieces… and then burst into flames."

"Oh, come on!" she huffed, "I've said I'm sorry, like, two-hundred times. And—And I got you a new sleigh!"

"Anna," Elsa interrupted with a smile, "I got him a new sled."

Kristoff started to laugh again, and Anna turned to glare at her sister.

Elsa continued, "You know, just like Mother and Father had to buy me all new presents. And redecorate the family hall. The scorch marks on the walls were not very becoming."

This time Anna cracked a smile, but hid it as fast as she could. Kristoff had practically slipped off his chair from his laughter, and Elsa tittered delicately behind her hand.

"Ah, okay then, what about my second Christmas," Anna asked Elsa over Kristoff's guffaw, "I bet that one was magical and wonderful and happy!"

"Oh, yes," Elsa replied thoughtfully, "It was much better. Nothing caught on fire that year."

Kristoff and Elsa laughed in unison, and finally, Anna giggled with them. Her first Christmas may not have been the happy family scene she had always pictured it was, but at the very least it was a memorable day with her family, a memory that Elsa obviously treasured.

Those two could make fun of the story as much as they want, Anna thought, As long as Elsa is smiling like that, it's worth it.