Olaf and Sven arrived at the first house as the snowman straightened his bow tie.
"House number one. Wow, festive." Olaf commented as he walked up to the door and knocked. A young mother and her son opened the door who had a gigantic scarf wrapped around him. "Good afternoon, I'm Olaf…"
"Hey, Olaf!" The boy greeted him while shaking his hand.
"Please let me finish..." Olaf told the boy before finishing, "…and I like warm hugs." He then gestured to the reindeer watching them. "And this is my associate Sven. We're going door to door looking for family traditions. Tell us yours and we'll decide if its special enough."
"We make candy canes together!" The mother answered as she gave one to Olaf.
"Oooh!" The snowman beamed as he taking his carrot nose off his head and replacing it with the sweet treat. His eyes immediately began to swirl red and purple and white as he laughed. "Sugar rush!"
"You're supposed to eat it!" The boy laughed as he took it from his head and placed the candy cane in Olaf's mouth.
"Eat my new nose? Why would I do that?" Olaf asked them in confusion
"Because it's that time of year!" The boy answered while spinning back inside.
Olaf stopped and thought about what he said. "Hm... it's that time of year!"
Olaf liked the idea and ran off, knocking on other people's doors.
Every door that opened, Olaf greeted them in a different way as he sang. "Happy merry holly, jolly. Season's greetings here. I'm wondering what your family does at that time of year!"
"Love and joy and peace on earth." Olaf continued to sing as he was with two parents and their child and pinched their nose. "And tidings of good cheer."
Olaf was then with a group of men who were drinking eggnog. "Do you have tradition things for that time of year?" Olaf sang as he started to collect a long list of traditions from every family he visited.
"Well, we hang up boughs of evergreen on every single doorway." One woman explained to Olaf what they did as their dog came through the doggy door.
"Bake a giant cookie in the wavy shape of Norway." Another woman sang while doing just that.
"Go from door to door to door wassailing with our choir." A woman from a choir sang in front of a doorstep as a family they were trying to sing for was hiding from them.
"Hang up all your giant socks above an open fire." Olaf sang as he helped a group a children just doing that. "That sounds safe!"
"So happy merry yuletide carol faithful friends are dear. Thanks for sharing what you do at that time of year!" Olaf sang as he nodded to the people in gratefulness.
At this point, Olaf and Sven had worked through a good chunk of town, but there was still a long way to go, and the bell was chiming, signaling the start of a new hour.
"We better get a move on if we're going to hit every house in the kingdom!" Olaf said to Sven as he galloped away.
"Jolly merry happy holly, on a midnight clear." Olaf constantly sang as he went all over the kingdom greeting everyone. "I'm here to ask you what you do at that time of year. Hi, Shalom, happy solstice, fancy chandelier. I'm looking for tradition stuff for that time of year!"
Olaf found himself on the outskirts of town by now, his first stop was a family who lived in a houseboat. "Well, we make our decorations out of Flotsam and Jetsam..."
A father of the family sang as he played the accordion and the boat was rocking, but only Olaf was sliding around.
"Bake a yummy fruitcake and you can't leave 'til you get some." An old lady handed Olaf a loaf of freshly baked fruitcake.
Olaf swallowed the loaf whole, but it went right through the small snowman, and ended up sitting on the snow behind him.
"That went right through me!"
A little girl was excited to show him what their tradition was. A little too excited.
"Buy each other presents and then hide them very nimbly." The little girl said and showed she didn't hide the presents very well under her bed.
"Wait up for a chubby man to shimmy down the chimney." Olaf sang as listen to a group of children explained their tradition as he leaned into the fireplace and got covered in soot. "Breaking and entering, okay on Christmas."
"Oh happy, merry, yuletide barrels, faithful glass of cheer. Thanks for sharing what you do at that time of year!" Olaf sang as he danced with a woman until he lost his arms, and his body was sent flying into a windmill and dropped down as and quickly returned them to him. "Thank you!"
Olaf was almost done now as he just had a few more houses to visit.
"We knit scarves and sweaters and we wear our matching mittens." A family of two children, brother and sister, and their parents sang all together as Olaf walked into the next room where (what he assumed was) their grandmother and an entire room of cats.
"Don't forget the jammies that I knitted for my kittens." The older woman sang with a room full of cats.
"Eight nights in a row we light menorahs on the mantle." A Jewish family sang as they showed the snowman their tradition as Olaf lit them and didn't notice his hand was on fire when the girl put it out.
"You cut down a tree, and then you dress it's corpse with candles?" Olaf asked slightly confused to a family.
This disturbed the children and caused the mother to glare at her husband and smack his head.
"I love it!" Olaf cried as he grabbed the tree and ran out the door.
As Olaf began to finish his song, he began to picture what would happen once he brought back all these traditions.
"Anna and Elsa will have all that they need. I'll fill my sleigh here, with the help of my steed. It'll be the best time of year!"
"It's up to you." He imagined Elsa and Anna singing.
"Up to me. Up to…"
Olaf then grabbed a bunch of kittens which one of them meowed as he began to finish his song.
"Oh, happy, merry, Mele Kaliki. Holly, jolly, happy tappy. Chubby man will soon appear. And faithful friends, a tiny deer. And festive tidings, midnight clearing. And can I leave this fruitcake here?" He asked as he placed one outside an outhouse. "At that time of year!"
Meanwhile, back at Arendelle castle, Elsa remained in her room as she tried to figure out something her family did as a family tradition before the gates. But no matter how she tried she just couldn't think of anything. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, Elsa turned to it assuming it was Anna.
She felt bad leaving Anna and Pater there when she said she was done shutting the people she cared for out. The Queen proceed to the door and opened it except it wasn't Anna or even Peter at the door.
"Sam?" Elsa asked and saw as the Falcon stood outside her room.
"Hey, yeah, sorry, castles a little big and I went to the bathroom. Seems I took a wrong turn somewhere." Sam chuckled a little. "This was actually the fifteenth room I've knocked at."
"Yeah, Anna knows these halls better than anyone." Elsa laughed a little and went to show him back to the party.
"I see why Pete's decided to hang his cowl here. Great company, big home, and a lot of excitement." Sam complimented Elsa and everything else that happened in Arendelle. "And I haven't seen Peter as happy as he is when he's around you."
"Really?" Elsa asked. "Even around this time of year?"
"Yeah, the holidays aren't really a great time for Peter." Sam confessed. "First there was his parents dying a few weeks before Christmas, his uncle was shot a day from Thanksgiving, and then his aunt died because of a disease. So he's always a little sad but does his best to hide it. This is the first time I've seen him actually...happy at this time of year."
Elsa then got him back to the party and was happy to see the Guardians were all having a laugh with Bucky, all except Groot and she noticed Peter was missing.
"You know, if you're still a little upset with yourself about that whole thing with the Christmas tradition, you guys could start your own." Sam informed her and Elsa actually haven't considered that.
"Where is Peter?" Elsa asked.
"Said he needed to sneak off to check out something fast." Sam shrugged and wandered back to the others.
Elsa was curious to what Peter's up to, and definitely didn't want something like Anna's birthday to repeat. Or worse: Battleworld.
Elsa went to Peter's room, and he was there so she checked out as she knocked on the doors.
"It's open." Peter called out as Elsa opened the door and noticed Peter was looking through a pile of backpacks
"Peter?" Elsa called him out, causing Peter to stop and turn to face her.
"Elsa?" Peter was shocked to see her. "What are you doing?"
"Your friend told me you left the party." Elsa answered, before looking at the backpacks wondering what they are. "What's all this?"
"Some of my old backpacks from high school..." Peter admitted as he kept looking through them, "Just a few days back, Fisk's men tried to hack the police's surveillance to try to steal evidence so they couldn't be discovered. When I fixed their tech, I picked up some old RDFI signals-"
"Um...RDFI?" Elsa wondered.
Peter then recalled Arendelle was still getting used to some of the modern day tech, sometimes he would forget it considering how fast they were able to catch up, so he tried to explain. "It's short for radio-frequency identification signals..."
Elsa then nodded, understanding that. "Oh, right..."
"When I track it down, I remembered I placed tracking devices on my old backpacks around the city. So the past few days, I've been tracking them down and recovered somethings I left in them." Peter explained as he opened on of his backpacks and pulled out a handheld video game system. "If I recall correctly, I have one of Uncle Ben's and Aunt May's oldest Christmas traditions we used to do in one of them. Since you guys don't have a tradition at the moment, I figured we could start a new one."
"Can I help?" Elsa asked him.
"Sure...I kinda got a lot to go through so I wouldn't mind the extra hands..." Peter nodded as he gestured to a small pile away from the area he was working.
Elsa opened one of Peter's old backpacks and pulled out some old web shooters, "Hey... aren't these your web shooters?"
Peter turned to her, and smiled, "Yeah... the very first I made. I almost forgot I still had 'em..."
Elsa was now curious to see what else from Peter's past was in these bags, and when she picked up a small vial with sand inside of it. "Peter, what's this?"
Peter turned to face her and looked afraid as he quickly took it and looked seriously afraid. "Oh, my god, that's what I did with you. It's a sample of the Sandman's sand." He then laughed at something only he got as Elsa wasn't laughing. "I actually thought I trapped him inside of this once, thought if I opened it he would get free. Later, I realized he was still out there and I guess I just forgot about it."
Elsa hummed at that and looked into another one of the backpacks and saw a small locket inside. Looking confused as to what it was, Elsa opened it, expecting it to be some old girlfriend gift from him to her type deal and expected a picture of his at the time girlfriend and him. But she was shocked to see it was of an man and an woman in both slots smiling at the camera.
"Peter, who are they?" Elsa asked and showed him the locket.
Peter turned to face her and was frozen in shock when he noticed the locket. "Those...they're my parents."
Elsa looked shocked and looked back at the locket as she never actually seen many pictures of Peter's parents as it seems they didn't seem to like getting their picture taken. "Oh my goodness."
"People know that they died in a plane crash...but not many know they were government agents." Peter commented as he took the locket from Elsa and looked at it sad at the reminder of his parents. "I wish I knew more about them. Or if anyone knew more about them."
The Queen then left him and the locket as he tucked it in his pocket and turned to another backpack when she found something that completely shocked her. "Oh my gosh!" She cried as she pulled out a small plushie Spider-Man. "A push toy of you! It's so cute!"
Peter snapped out of his trance with the locket and saw his girlfriend discovered the Spider-Plushie. "Oh yeah, a toy designer made that prototype to get me to license my likeness." He recalled before sighing, "Too bad there was no way for me to get paid without revealing my identity. And also the fact Tony also got me that for my I think eighteenth birthday as a joke."
"Can I have it?" Elsa asked and batted her eyes, causing Peter to melt inside.
"Sure, Merry Christmas." Peter guessed as he gave it to her as she hugged it tightly. "Though you probably wanna wash it. It's been in a bag for at least three years."
"Noted." Elsa promised.
Peter then went to his next bag as Elsa went for another and opened it. What she pulled out caused her to pause before turning to Peter with a smirk. "Peter...?"
"Huh?" Peter turned to her as she pulled out what was in the bag she was holding and froze in fear.
"Care to tell me what's this is?" Elsa asked and was currently holding up the biggest mistake in Peter's life.
The Spider-Man Christmas album.
Peter then reach and tried to get it from her. "It's...it's nothing!"
"Really? Unless I'm mistaken, this looks like a Christmas album with you on the cover..." Elsa smirked as she kept it away from him. "Peter, did you sing make your own Christmas album before we met?"
"What? I...I...It's not what you think..." Peter blushed in embarrassment.
Elsa still with a smug look on her face, "You're right...because it's total weird to sing songs with no one around."
"Well...technically, it's not that but..." Peter sheepishly admitted. Elsa continued smirking as Peter tried to put his mind together. "It was for a good cause..." Elsa continued smirking as he sighed, "You want to listen to it now, don't you?" Elsa nodded as he realized what she was planning, "And you want to play with your sister, Kristoff, Olaf, and Sven...and possibly the Guardians while you're at it."
"Why did you do this?" Elsa asked with a smile as she looked and saw an impressive amount of songs on it.
"I thought it'd be a good idea at the time, but even my doppelgängers are ashamed of it." Peter confessed, remembering his talk he had with his Earth-Prime counterpart (Peter Snow-Parker) who also did the exact same thing. Except he at least got paid.
"Please...Peter...it's Christmas..." Elsa pouted with her puppy dog eyes that Peter hates she used to win any argument. She could use those eyes and ask him to jump off a cliff and he would comply!
Peter sighed and smacked his head. "You do not fight fair. Fine, but for the record, it's not going to be a tradition."
"Whatever you say..." Elsa smirked with victory as she put the album down.
They then went to the next wave of Backpacks and soon Peter cheered as he found what he was looking for. "Yes! I found it!"
"What? What is it?" Elsa asked in curiosity. Peter then pulled out what was in the backpack as Elsa looked confused, "A book?"
"A book of all of the most popular and amazing stories ever written for the Christmas season." Peter explains and opens up the book and blew off the small amount of dust on it. "From How the Grinch stole Christmas, all the way to A Christmas Carol."
"I...I don't know what a Grinch is." Elsa confessed to him.
"Well, not surprising. It was a short story written by Dr. Seuss. He wrote a lot of children's books." Peter explains to her. "And if you like it, we...er...you and Anna can make it your new Christmas Tradition." He offered when he's suddenly kissed on the check by Elsa.
"Thank you for this, Peter." Elsa thanked her spectacular boyfriend as she then frowned. "I just wished we had something like this sooner..."
"To be honest...I haven't really read it since..." Peter started as he trailed off and Elsa guesses since his uncle died. "And with the death of my aunt...I had less reason.
Elsa sighed as she pulled him into a hug, "I guess we're on the same boat...we've really hadn't had any real Christmas' in a long time because of our actions..."
"But we can change all of that starting this Christmas." Peter added with a smile.
Elsa smiled and nodded at that before standing up. "I should probably find Anna and apologize for storming off."
She then took Spider-Plushie, The Christmas Album, and book with her as Peter stopped in fear.
"But you're not going to tell her about the Christmas album just yet right?! Elsa?!" Peter cried out as he only got giggles in response as he groaned and rubbed his face. "I'm never gonna hear the end of this from Quill. Oh, who am I kidding? He'd probably actually like it."