Woot woot! People are enjoying my story! And I decided to be nice and update twice in one day! Well, actually I just enjoy it.

Warning: This chapter is full of fluff. Marshmallow fluff! It begins to sound like a commercial...I had to go downstairs in the middle of writing it and eat some!

Oh, and I love Fredrich, because he's so spazzy,so if there's more Fredrich in this story than the other children, I'm kind of half sorry if you find that insulting. I hope I included everyone though.

Oh, and one last thing, would everyone do me a special favor and tell me if I go out of character? Because it really bugs me when other people make themgo out of character, so I don't want to do that.

Thanks!

CHAPTER THREE

All dressed in their winter play clothes, which were sadly not made of drapes, the von Trapps were having a marvelous time in the snow. Currently they were playing a mixture of hide and seek, man hunt and a snowball fight.

"I found you!" Fredrich yelled as he rounded a bush to find…no one. Darn…

Maria was hiding under the terrace steps with Gretl, who was getting rather excited from sitting still.

"Mother, do you think they'll find us?" Gretl asked, in a stage whisper for someone older, but a voice that was rather quiet for a five-year-old.

"Not if we're quiet," Maria replied, not in an impatient manner. She gazed out the lattice and around one of the picturesque bushes on either side of the staircase, currently decorated for the season, watching for her husband or Fredrich. She knew they might have some annoyingly ingenious, navy-like sounding plan.

Liesl and Brigitta had been moving around, and were currently hiding behind Fredrich's pre-mentioned bush.

"What if we completely fooled them and went inside? They'd never find us!" Brigitta plotted.

Liesl though a second before replying, "They never said it was against the rules…and if they complain," She meant Kurt by they, "We can just claim the rules were full of loopholes…"

"And I bet we can get Frau Schmidt to give us hot chocolate inside!" Brigitta smiled.

"With marshmallow fluff!"

"Kurt, did you find them?"

"No," grumbled Kurt to his brother. The two walked back to their 'jail,' which their father was guarding. Louisa and Marta had found Maria and Gretl a little earlier on.

It appeared Gretl had either managed to escape or Maria and Georg had allowed her to go inside to use the lavatory. At any rate, Gretl was no longer there, and Louisa and Marta were probably still looking for Liesl and Brigitta.

The two adults had apparently decided to take advantage of being left alone, in the gazebo, where they had professed their love for one another, where there just happened to be more of that convenient mistletoe hanging… Thus Fredrich and Kurt walked in on their parents, who thought they were alone, kissing each other fervently.

Fredrich cleared his throat, startling his parents and causing Maria to jump backwards a foot.

Maria's cheeks glowing red, rather like a particular reindeer's nose, Georg and Maria immediately started to fix themselves up, straightening their hair, etc.

Maria tried to stumble an explanation, eventually giving up, "Fredrich, Kurt! Umm, we…I mean, we…We were…. How about going inside and warming up with some hot chocolate? Why don't you go find Lousia and Marta?"

"If we can have some marshmallow fluff…" Kurt agreed, deciding fluff a good enough substitute for seeing his parents squirm trying to explain something.

"'Gitta, I have the best idea ever!" Liesl exclaimed as they entered the villa.

"Well, what is it?"

Liesl then started to whisper into her younger sister's ear.

Brigitta's voice was full of awe, "That's brilliant!"

"Lousia! Marta!" Kurt called.

"Ollie, ollie, oxen free!" was Fredrich's imput.

Upon entering the house they found Brigitta reading in a chair with a cup of hot chocolate, with marshmallow fluff, next to a picturesque fire, looking very much as if she should either be in a book or Christmas song.

"Hey, you cheated!" Kurt cried accusingly, "You can't go inside, that's against the rules!"

"No one ever actually said that we weren't allowed to," Brigitta retorted mildly, not looking up from her book, Little Women. "Fredrich, I believe Liesl has something for you in the kitchen."

"Is it marshmallow fluff?"

Oh, I forgot to mention, I looked it up, and fluff would have been invented. It was invented in the wicked early 1900's.

Thanks and awknowledgements:

Just wanted to say first that I'm having an absolute ball writing this story, and the reviews and your support make it all the more worthwhile. :)

The Lonely Goatherd: gets down on hands and knees and worships I honestly can't believe you reviewed to my story! You are such an amazing author, and you're reading my little amateur stories! does happy dance that rather looks like a chicken

megs: Pillow fights are the best. :) Have you seen the movie Pillow Talk? Which really has nothing to do with pillow fights...but I love Doris Day!(who stars in Pillow Talk with Rock Hudson...) Ok, sorry for going all random. I'll be good now. I;m so glad that came off correctly! Thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying it.