A/N I appreciate everyone who responded to my request. In light of that, it seems most were in favor of a rewrite.
For anyone who didn't agree, then I'm sorry, but if I was having problems with the current storyline then I wouldn't have continued writing it, period.
As I already mentioned, the plot will be the same, but I won't be having the Weselton plotline occuring this time around. There maybe some other changes made, but nothing really significant.
As before, Elsa will start off rather grumpy and mean in this fic and probably will be a little OOC, but of course she will lighten up big time later in the story.
Chapter One.
Monday December 1st.
Snow was falling lightly outside the small apartment that twenty two year old Anna Winters shared with her older sister, Elsa. This morning in particular, the young redhead was full of Christmas spirit. Her turquoise eyes flashed with excitement as she breezed into the living room singing her favorite Christmas song.
"Must you really be so jolly? and what's with the Christmas tunes already?" Twenty five year old Elsa Winters questioned from where she was slumped over the kitchen table.
The redhead twirled around in front of her rather grumpy sibling. "Elsa, it's December first and the rules clearly state that Christmas songs are now officially allowed. But what's even more exciting is...I start my new job today. So, I wanted to ask. How do I look?"
Tapping a pen rhythmically against the oak surface, the blonde merely uttered, "you look...good."
Anna sighed heavily. "Elsa. You're not even looking."
The platinum blonde, who was too pre-occupied with sifting through a pile of bills, gritted her teeth in frustration. "Anna! Do you have any idea how busy I am right now? these bills are not going to pay themselves."
Anna plopped into a chair opposite her sister. "It would have only taken a second of your time just to look. And I thought you wanted me to get a job, so I can help out around here."
Elsa eased back in her chair, before glancing up momentarily, finally noting, in her opinion, her sister's ridiculous appearance. "Well...you certainly look good as an Elf. There, see. I looked, and I even gave to you a compliment. Happy now?"
"Actually, I believe in the job description, the correct term that they used was Santa's helper."
Elsa rolled her eyes. "Elf, Santa's helper, what's the difference? you're still going to be spending all day dealing with noisy, screaming children, waiting in line for hours, to tell a fake man in a red suit and white beard what ridiculously overpriced toy they just have to have this year."
"You know, Elsa. Once upon a time, you used to believe in Santa Claus. As a matter of fact, I vaguely remember, every Christmas eve, you would attempt to stay awake all night, just to catch a glimpse of him."
Elsa briefly huffed. "Well...that was until, I realized that Mom and Dad had been lying to us our entire childhoods."
"I wouldn't exactly call it a lie. Besides, what is so wrong about that? did it change anything? are you so damaged because of that one untruth?" Anna argued.
"No. It's just wrong to lie to children."
"Well, whatever you think. My job still sounds rather fun," the redhead countered. "I mean, c'mon. It certainly beats being sat in a stuffy office building all day long, filing boring paperwork."
"For your information, my job is quite fulfilling. And whether I like it or not, it keeps a roof over our heads and it pays the bills...but more importantly, I don't have to listen to Christmas music blaring everywhere I turn," the blonde retorted.
Anna stood up and stepped behind Elsa, wrapping her arms around her and snuggling against her neck. "Come on Elsa, don't be such a humbug. Remember how this used to be our favorite time of the year."
"Yes, well not this year, Anna," Elsa snapped.
Anna withdrew her arms, and moved around to face her sister directly, her face full of confusion and dismay. "Wait, what? what do you mean, not this year?"
"We're not celebrating Christmas this year," Elsa declared in a firm tone. "After all, it's nothing but an overhyped, commercilized holiday full of spoilt, greedy people. Besides, this time of year only reminds me of how much I miss Mom and Dad."
Anna's heart sank. "So, we're not celebrating Christmas at all?"
"Yes, that's right," Elsa declared.
"That is so...unfair. I miss Mom and Dad too. But I'm sure they wouldn't want us to be miserable. They'd want us to celebrate it as we've always done before. And that means keeping to the tradition of decorating a massive Christmas tree, hanging the decorations and stuffing our faces with as much turkey as we can possibly eat."
"I don't want a tree...or hang decorations...or even eat turkey," Elsa stated, eyes downcast.
Bewildered, Anna furrowed her brow as she reached across and took her sister's hand. "You don't really mean that, do you?"
Elsa's eyes hardened. "Yes I do. Nothing is ever going to be the same without Mom and Dad being here with us."
Genuine confusion shot through the redhead. "Well, maybe you just need to focus on what you do have and not what you don't have."
"And what's that?" Elsa inquired.
Anna chuckled, whilst stating the obvious. "Me, of course. Look. We only have each other, Elsa. We have to make everyday count."
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not going to change my mind."
Choking back a sob, Anna squeezed her sister's hand tighter. "Please Elsa, you can't do this. This is my home too. And I want to celebrate Christmas."
Distress was overcome with fury as Elsa knocked Anna's hand aside and sprang to her feet. "Enough Anna!" the blonde then scooped up the paperwork, and filed it away. "Just let it go!"
"No, I won't let it go," Anna spat, summoning enough courage to oppose her sister's decision. "I'm determined to put some festive in you yet, Elsa."
As Elsa strutted towards her bedroom, she turned around to face her sister with a venemous glare. "I'd like to see you try."
Her sister's icy cold stare may have been intimidating to most people, but not to Anna. "Is that a challenge then?" she questioned loudly as she stood outside her sister's now locked door."
"Just go away Anna," came the older woman's reponse.
Anna cursed under her breath, before turning on her heels, grabbing her coat and then piling out the apartment, slamming the door behind her.
A/N More to come.