"External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew was bitterer than he, no falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to entreaty."
― Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

Author's Note: Hi! This is a little Frozen parody of A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. It may seem a bit early to start a Christmas story, but I'll be writing this all December. (Plus, I'm excited.) Elsa's more "Evil Elsa-ish" in this. It takes place in modern times. I hope you like it!

By the way, I don't own Frozen, A Christmas Carol, Miracle On 34th Street, or It's A Wonderful Life. :-)

It was Christmas Eve, and everyone on Arendelle Lane was happy. They all wore smiling faces, and wished each other "Merry Christmas." Yes, everyone on the street was festive and joyful. Well, everyone, but one.

Elsa strode down the street, her long, dark blue coat billowing behind her. Her platinum blonde hair was tied up into a tight bun, and her face wore a bitter scowl, as always. But, the most peculiar thing about her appearance had to be the gloves. Of course, in winter, it wasn't the least bit odd, but she wore them in the summer, too. She wore them every day. Most said that she had a thing about dirt. Some said that it was to hide her "witch wart", since she was always in a wicked mood. Whatever it was, you could not, under any circumstances, separate Elsa from her gloves, unless you wanted a good slap across the face.

No one knew why Elsa was such a sour person. She was a successful girl, especially for her age. At the young age of 21, she owned the local jewelry shop. She'd had a job there when the previous owner passed away. Since she was the most serious worker, the store was passed on to her. She made a good deal of money, so no one knew why she was always so unhappy, especially at Christmas. But, she certainly was unhappy.

"Elsa! Wait up!" A voice called from behind her.

"You should walk faster," Elsa grumbled. "We're going to be late."

"Sorry!" A girl with twin strawberry blonde braids ran up to her, grinning apologetically. "You're hard to keep up with! Not that that's a bad thing, it just means that you're quick! You'd be good on a track team or something!"

"Oh, be quiet, Anna," Elsa sighed.

Anna nodded obediently. "I was rambling again, wasn't I?"

"Yes, and it was annoying again." Elsa added.

"Sorry, sis," Anna replied.

Yes, Anna was indeed Elsa's sister. Anna, the bubbly, clumsy, energetic girl who saw the best in everyone, was sisters with the coldest person on Arendelle Lane. It was a wonder, seeing as they were absolutely nothing alike. Some said that Elsa must have been switched at birth, since their parents had been kind people like Anna before they passed away. Elsa just didn't seem to fit in with them.

Elsa opened the door to the jewelry shop and walked in, Anna skipping in behind her.

"So, Elsa," Anna smiled, leaning against the checkout desk. "Kristoff invited us to Christmas dinner tomorrow night. Do you want to go?"

"We can't go," Elsa answered, not looking at her. "We have to work."

Anna's face fell. "But, tomorrow is Christmas."

"And your point is?" Elsa questioned.

"Well, Christmas is time to spend with your family," Anna answered. "Not cooped up in some dusty, old shop."

Elsa glared at her younger sister. "My shop is not dusty; I keep my place clean, unlike somebody I know. Have you seen your room, Ms. Hypocrite? Besides, we are spending Christmas together. We're family."

"Well, you have a point about my room," Anna admitted. "But, we're going to celebrate Christmas, right? I don't think anyone's going to come to the shop, anyway."

"But, if someone does, nobody will be here," Elsa countered.

"But-"

Anna was cut off by the ringing of a bell as a little boy walked in. "Hi!" Anna greeted him.

The little boy waved back. "I like the bell on your door."

"Thank you!" Anna grinned. "You know, every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings!"

"You can watch 'Miracle On 34th Street' on your own time, Anna," Elsa sighed.

"That's from 'It's A Wonderful Life,'" Anna corrected.

"Do I look like I care?" Elsa grumbled.

Anna turned back to the little boy. "Anyway, are you here with anyone?"

The boy shook his head. "I live just down the street, though. My mommy couldn't come because she's real sick."

"I'm so sorry to hear that!" Anna responded, frowning. She elbowed Elsa.

"Um, that's unfortunate." Elsa said in an attempt of sympathy.

"Thanks," the boy smiled slightly. "That's why I came here. There's a necklace she likes a lot, and it's all she wants for Christmas. It's the silver one, with the letter 'L' on it."

Elsa ducked behind the desk and pulled a necklace out. She held it up to the boy. "Is this it?"

The boy nodded enthusiastically. "That's the one!" He pulled out some money and set it on the counter. "I've got five dollars in allowance, and ten dollars that I found in the street."

Elsa glanced at the money disapprovingly. "The necklace is twenty dollars. You're five dollars short."

Anna elbowed her again and mouthed, "Elsa!"

"What?" Elsa whispered. "If he doesn't have the money, he doesn't have the money."

"But, it's Christmas and his mom is sick!" Anna whispered back.

"So?" Elsa raised her eyebrows. She turned back to face the boy and said, "Is there anything else here that you want?"

Looking down, the boy shook his head. "No thanks."

Anna reached into her pocket and pulled out a five dollar bill. "Wait! I've got it."

The boy's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Anna nodded. "Of course."

Elsa glared at them. "He still has to pay tax."

Anna glared back. "I've got that, too." She placed a dollar on the counter.

Elsa turned away. "Fine," She huffed, shoving the necklace towards the boy. "You're welcome."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!" The boy jumped up and down. "Mommy's going to love it!"

"I'm glad," Anna smiled warmly. "Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas!" He called as he walked away.

"Thanks to you, that boy will never know the truth about reality," Elsa shot out. "Reality is harsh, not full of 'Merry Christmas' miracles."

"It's Christmas, though," Anna argued. "His mom is sick! He deserves a miracle."

"Whatever," Elsa rolled her eyes.

"Anyway, could we please take Christmas off?" Anna begged.

"Fine, you can," Elsa obliged. "I'm staying here."

"What?" Anna's eyebrows furrowed. "No, Elsa. The whole point is that I wanted to celebrate Christmas with you!"

"You could still stay with me," Elsa said.

"But, I wanted to-"

"I don't care what you wanted!" Elsa snapped. "I'm older, I'm in charge, and those are the options I've given you!"

Anna was silenced. She decided to distract herself by organizing an earring rack that was already organized. Eventually, she mumbled, "I'm going caroling with Rapunzel and Belle tonight."

Elsa pulled on her gloves tighter. "Good for you."

"Why are you wearing a polar bear on your head?" Elsa asked as Anna walked out of her room.

"It's not a polar bear," Anna responded softly, still hurt from the incident at the jewelry shop. "It's my muffler hat for caroling." Anna was dressed in a long, red dress lined with white faux-fur on the skirt and sleeves. Her hat was the same faux-fur.

Elsa snorted. "Are the others wearing that as well?"

As if on cue, there was a knock on their apartment door. Anna's somber face transformed into a smile as she swung open the door to reveal two brunette girls, each wearing the same get-up as Anna.

"Merry Christmas!" Rapunzel greeted cheerfully.

"Well, I guess friends are bound to have the same so-called fashion sense." Elsa muttered.

"Merry Christmas!" Anna replied, ignoring Elsa's comment. "You guys look fantastic!"

"As do you!" Rapunzel giggled, curtsying.

"Elsa, are you sure that you don't want to come with us?" Belle offered. "We have extra lyrics, and I'm sure that we can run and get you a dress."

"No, I'll stay here." Elsa said.

"I feel like I'm crashing some sort of family thing, since Rapunzel's your cousin and you guys used to-"

Anna and Rapunzel cut her off, shaking their heads vigorously. Belle understood and stopped talking.

"You were saying something?" Elsa prompted.

"No, but, I think we should get going." Belle glanced at her friends.

The trio bid Elsa goodbye and left, singing "We Wish You A Merry Christmas" as they went.

Elsa sighed, rubbing her temples. She immediately changed into her nightgown and flopped onto her bed, wanting nothing more than a peaceful night. Unfortunately for her, that was not the kind of night that she was going to have.