"You look good as a redhead," Buffy told Willow as she examined herself in the mirror.

Willow turned to Buffy, "But I am a redhead… oh!"

Buffy laughed and stepped forward to hug her girlfriend.

"Well, you look good as a blonde," Willow told her and stole a kiss.

"I know," Buffy agreed, adjusting the platinum blonde wig she was wearing as her real hair was a little too short to pull off the French braid the costume required.

"Girls, Xander is here!" Joyce called out from downstairs.

Buffy turned to Willow. "Well, let's go see what our boyfriend thinks."

The two teens exited the room and posed at the head of the stairs, waiting for Xander to glance up and see them.

"Whoa," Xander said, rendered totally speechless.

Joyce smiled. 'Young love.'

"Nothing to say, Xan?" Buffy asked with a smirk.

"No, 'whoa' just about covers it," Xander said. "You both look good enough to almost make me renounce spandex."

"Only almost?" Buffy teased with a pout.

Willow giggled. "That's because he can mentally picture us in spandex."

"One of these days I'm going to get to know the two of you well enough to pull off that telepathy thing," Buffy swore as she bounced down the stairs.

"You will," Willow agreed as she followed her, moving a bit more carefully since her green dress was a lot thicker than Buffy's thin blue one.

"Ah, the Princesses of Arendelle," Xander said grandly with a bow, the moose antlered headband bobbing, "You grace me with your presence."

"High praise coming from a god such as yourself," Willow said with a curtsy.

"Who are you dressed as?" Joyce asked curiously. "Willow and Buffy explained their outfits, but I'm drowning a complete blank on yours."

"I am," Xander posed with his hands on his hips, dressed in rough woolen clothes, suitable for a medieval peasant, "The Lord of the Dance!" He did a quick jig making the moose antlers he wore bob in time with his movements, his enormous bushy black beard and wig bouncing about.

The girls laughed.

"It's come as you aren't night," Xander said, "and while I say you two are dressing as yourselves I am properly attired as a pagan god of celebration, which is as far from myself as possible."

"He thinks we're princesses," Willow said beaming.

"I don't know," Buffy said thoughtfully, "while the god part is debatable, you dance like no one is watching so you have the spirit of it right."

"I believe Cordelia described my dancing as mindless failing that injures the unwary," Xander said proudly.

"It is dangerous to get too close if you aren't the person dancing with you," Willow admitted, "but I like it."

"I don't believe I've heard of him," Joyce said, "unless you're referring to Michael Flatley."

"He's a god that has a bit of his roots in Santa," Xander explained, "but made for the adults gathered in taverns drinking."

Joyce grinned. "I suspect where he said Ho, Ho, Ho, he wasn't just laughing. I'd suggest that when the kids ask who you are, you just tell them you're Santa's younger brother or son."

"He kinda is," Willow said thoughtfully, "at least from a mythological perspective."

"I'll do that," Xander agreed. "Just call me Alexander Kringle. Sure Santa delivers all the presents the elves make, but someone has to care for the reindeer."

"I've got a convention to attend to in LA," Joyce told Buffy, "so if you happen to have friends over…" She grinned, "make sure everyone is PG-13 when I return in the morning."

"Mom!" Buffy groaned while Willow and Xander blushed.

"It shall be done," Xander announced grandly, trying to diffuse the embarrassment the three teens were feeling.

"We gotta go or we'll be late!" Buffy exclaimed, rushing the two out the door and away from her mother's knowing smirk.

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"Outside to in and never the same again," Dru said as she looked out the window of the warehouse.

"Everything changes, luv," Spike said, scooping up the anxious seer, "except us, we're eternal. Why mess with a good thing, eh?"

"It's all going to change tonight, Spikey," Dru told him, "chaos and cold."

"It's Halloween, Dru. Nothing happens on Halloween," he assured her.

"It will tonight," Dru told him. "Everyone will turn inside out. Would you still love me if my insides were my outsides? All blood and giblets?"

"Every little gib," Spike said lovingly and stroked her hair.

"I'm glad you're not going out tonight," Dru said, snuggling in his arms, "ash may help grit the path, but ice is a cold comfort."

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"And it's… showtime!" Ethan exclaimed with a mad grin as he began his spell.

The streets of Sunnydale quickly fell into chaos as small children dressed as monsters and villains roared and attacked everyone in sight. Heroic costumes attempted to stem the flood after causing just as much chaos as they couldn't tell friend from foe. The few demons scattered about who had gone out since it was the one night of the year they could blend in, took advantage of the chaos and confusion to steal abandoned bags of candy and retreat with their haul.

"What madness is this?" Anna asked, staring about her in confusion. The red haired princess whirled about, not recognizing anything. Snow suddenly began to fall and Anna breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever was going on, Elsa was nearby. Feeling a tug on her hand she found she was holding a bag of some type filled with… candy!

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The Lord of the Dance looked around in wonder as he felt his chest, completely intact once more. He wasn't sure what had happened, but it appeared he'd slipped The First of the Fallen's grasp.

Reaching out for the energies around him he was pleased to find it was a feast day and while not one he was specifically honored for was still one he could draw power from. Drawing power into himself he quickly realized this was not his body as he could only hold a small fraction of what he was drawing in.

"This is a bit disappointing," he said with a sigh, "I'd thought I'd escaped. Still, perhaps all isn't lost yet." He backhanded a large furry creature that was chasing a scantily clad girl who ran past him, knocking it out.

He felt for the connection between himself and the body he was in. It took a second to find it, thin as it was, but it was there. Careful not to break it he slowly drew his essence into the body he was inhabiting. It was slow going, but thankfully whoever he was in was both sturdy and a merry sort as there was little resistance.

Cordelia stopped running and glanced behind herself, the creature that had been chasing her was unconscious on the ground and Xander Harris was glowing?!

She was torn between checking on him and running away. While he wasn't a close friend he was one of the few people who would give as good as he got in the snark department, plus he did save her life just a couple of weeks ago, throwing his body on top of her to protect her from the flames. "Dammit," she cursed as she realized she owed him and reluctantly approached him. "Xander… are you alright?" she asked cautiously as he crossed his legs and sat on the air.

His eyes opened, showing glowing white orbs and he tilted his head. "Is Xander who this body belongs to?" he asked curiously.

"Um, yeah," Cordelia said nervously, "and he's kinda going to need that back."

The Lord of the Dance kept drawing on his essence, anchoring it to the body he was possessing. "I'll try to keep it in one piece," he promised, "I'm not the body stealing type."

"But?" she asked, gesturing to him with an annoyed look on her face.

"I didn't put myself in here," he assured her, "I'm just using it to escape The Pit."

"The Pit?" she asked before realizing what he must have meant. "You don't feel demonic," she said, the energy radiating off him actually felt good, like the five minutes you waited before joining a party so you didn't look too eager.

"I'm not," he replied, feeling his connection tremble a little as he drew on the power too strongly and had to scale it down a little, "I was captured by a fallen angel that I was fighting to protect a friend."

Cordelia chewed her lip for a moment. "That sounds like something Xander would do, the dummy. Are you sure you aren't him?"

The Lord of the Dance grinned, amused. "Does he often glow and hover in the air?"

"Not that I know of, but it's kinda freaky so totally something he would do," Cordelia said honestly.

He couldn't help but laugh, a joyous sound that sent some of the smaller monsters fleeing, covering their ears. "I have no intention of stealing your boyfriend. Once whatever spell has brought me here has finished its work, I'll be able to take my own form again."

"Boyfriend?!" Cordelia screeched wide eyed. "He's not my boyfriend!" She waved her hands back and forth in denial. "He's not even a friend, just someone I argue with who's always mixed up in weird stuff and saved my life!"

The Lord of the Dance smirked. "And does he risk his life to save just any girl?"

Cordelia considered that. "Yeah, I've seen him do it before, kind of a lot actually. If anything we're enemies, just not when it matters."

"Huh, interesting guy," he said thoughtfully.

"So… who are you?" Cordelia asked, trying to change the subject to something less confusing.

"I'm the Lord of the Dance," he introduced himself, with a pleased grin as he felt the last of his essence return to him.

"That's ironic," Cordelia said with a snort, "Xander couldn't dance to save his life, in fact I'm pretty sure his dancing can be classified as a danger to life and limb."

A cold wind whipped past them carrying a number of snowflakes as he unfolded his legs and drew in his aura.

"What is up with this weather?" Cordelia demanded looking around and seeing a light frosting of snow everywhere but in a ten foot radius around Xander.

"I don't know, but we can always find out," he said, slowing turning in a circle before confidently striding off.

"Where are we going?" Cordelia asked, hurrying to catch up with his long stride and noting the snow was getting surprisingly deep, almost up to her ankle!

"Well, while I have no idea what's going on I can sense a great deal of magic attuned to ice and snow this way," he replied.

"It feels… not exactly warmer around you, but the cold bothers me less," she noted.

"Indeed it does," he agreed, as they passed several small monsters that were throwing snowballs at one another quite viciously but were doing no real harm.

"You're not going to say anything more are you?" she asked suspiciously.

He chuckled. "Well if you must know," he grinned, "I am a god of winter celebrations and it's a wee bit harder to get laid if you're freezing your bollocks off."

"Part of your power is dedicated to let people have sex in the snow?" Cordelia asked in disbelief.

"Indeed it is," he agreed cheerfully.

"That's good… I guess," she said, trying to think of anything else to say and failing.

The pair paused as a green skinned, red horned demon ran past carrying several bags of candy while being chased by a handful of small monsters pelting it with snow.

"I thought there'd be more blood," Cordelia said, confused as to why the little monsters weren't clawing and biting.

"Probably one of the restrictions on the spell that was cast," The Lord of the Dance told her.

"Spell? Of course it's a spell, no way is this natural," Cordelia realized.

"And there's the source of the snow," he said with satisfaction, pointing to a familiar looking figure forming cages out of ice while flanked by two enormous snow monsters who would break up groups of attacking creatures by throwing snowballs made out of their own flesh.

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Of course Buffy would be involved."

"Her name's Buffy?" he asked with a snicker.

"Hey Buffy, what's going on with all of this and how are you doing all of that?" Cordelia demanded.

"Buffy?" the short blonde asked, confused.

"That's your name," Cordelia huffed 'helpfully.'

"That's not my name," the blonde disagreed, "My name is-"

"Elsa!" a red haired teen called out joyfully as she dropped half a dozen bags and ran over to sweep Elsa up in a hug.

"Anna," Elsa said, relieved, holding her sister tightly for a moment before releasing her.

As the two pulled back they suddenly looked confused. "You're not Anna/Elsa," they chorused.

"Neither of you is who you think you are," Cordelia said, annoyed she was having to get involved and figure things out. "See all these little monsters 'Elsa' caged up? Well until ten minutes ago they were a bunch of kids. Everyone turned into who or what they dressed up as."

'Elsa' and 'Anna' looked at one another and then 'Elsa' gestured and an elaborate mirror made of ice grew from the ground in front of them.

"That is not my face," Anna complained. "Cute though."

Elsa nodded. "I believe I've shrunk as well."

"Nice details," the Lord of the Dance said as he examined the mirror and his temporary body. "I didn't do too bad, he's a handsome lad with broad shoulders." He stuck a hand down the front of his trousers causing all the girls to stare at him. "That's a decent size as well," he said proudly.

"Are you sure you're not Xander?" Cordelia asked.

"I'm sure he's still in here, but he's sleeping," the Lord of the Dance assured her, patting his heart.

"So, introductions?" Elsa suggested.

"Well, since I'm the only unaffected person here, I'll go first," Cordelia said. "I'm Cordelia Chase. I'm a student at the local high school with the three people's bodies you are occupying."

"I'm Princess Elsa of Arendelle," Elsa introduced herself.

"I'm her younger sister Anna," Anna added.

"I'm the Lord of the Dance, a pagan god of Winter Celebrations," he introduced himself.

"You're a god?" Elsa asked doubtfully.

"I'm not one of the big named blokes and I'm in a mortal body at the moment," he said cheerfully, "Just think of me as a Christmas spirit and you won't be far wrong."

"And the mortal form he's wearing is Xander Harris," Cordelia said, "while you are in Buffy Summers and you, Willow Rosenberg."

Anna giggled. "You're in a girl named Summers."

Elsa smiled. "I appreciate the irony."

"What is up with all the snow anyway?" Cordelia asked.

"It's simply a power I have," Elsa said with a shrug. "I've made no contracts with anyone, it's simply something I was born with."

"Probably comes in handy during the Summer," Cordelia said unconcerned. "Now, what are we going to do about everyone turning into their costumes? I mean, you three are inhabiting the three people who usually fix these things."

The three exchanged glances and shrugged.

"Why haven't you turned into your costume?" Anna asked.

Cordelia frowned. "Why haven't I? I mean we were all wearing costumes, though mine is naturally more expensive since I went to Party Town while you guys went to that new place in town."

"Bet you three kisses the new place in town holds the mage responsible for all of this," The Lord of the Dance said, stroking his beard.

"Too easy," Anna said. "Bet you five there's a new castle somewhere he's lurking in."

"Anna," Elsa said with a sigh.

"What? Oh," Anna said, blushing as she realized what she'd bet on.

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Well its downtown, so it's only a few blocks from here, I've seen it on the way to school. If it turns out to be the wrong place then we'll start hunting for any new landmarks."

"Lead the way," Elsa said.

"Hold up," Anna said, rushing back to collect the bags she'd dropped. At Elsa's look she said, "Candy."

"Follow me," Cordelia said, rolling her eyes before she strode off in the appropriate direction.

"Why aren't you cold?" Anna asked curiously. "That costume cannot be warm."

"Because Mr. Lord of the Dance has a pervy power that makes people comfortable in the cold," Cordelia replied.

"How is that pervy?" Anna asked while Elsa looked at the Lord of the Dance in shock.

"And can others learn to do it?" Elsa asked hopefully.

"It's pervy because the purpose is to allow… revelers to party in the snow," Cordelia said, embarrassed, making him snicker.

"That doesn't sound improper," Anna offered.

"The naked kind of partying," Cordelia explained.

"Tis' a gift," The Lord of the Dance said proudly.

"Could you teach me?" Elsa asked hopefully.

"Elsa!" Anna exclaimed.

"Anna!" Elsa snapped back, blushing. "My powers… when I'm excited…" she trailed off red faced.

"Oh!" Anna exclaimed, turning red as she put two and two together. "Is that why I had to chip you out of the bath last week?"

"Anna!" Elsa exclaimed with a glare.

Anna winced. "Erm, sorry."

Elsa sighed, unable to maintain even a smidgen of anger when it came to her sister. "It's okay."

"Sorry," The Lord of the Dance said apologetically, "it's not something I can teach, it's something I am."

"It was too much to hope for I suppose," Elsa said with a sigh as Anna switched all her bags of loot to one hand so she could hold her sister's hand.

"Glad I didn't have that problem," Cordelia said, "you'd have to chip me out of the bath at least twice a week and that's only because I generally take showers."

Anna and Elsa gasped at how openly Cordelia was talking about such things.

"A shower might be just the thing she needs," The Lord of the Dance said, "it won't freeze like a bath will."

"A shower?" Elsa asked. "Like when it rains?"

"Rather than a tub filled with hot water, you have a large tub that sprinkles hot water onto you from above to wash and rinse with," he explained. "If you freeze some of the water on you it matters not, because more hot water rains down on you."

"What an amazing idea," Elsa said, a smile on her face and a spring in her step that hadn't been there a moment before.

"You feed the water through something like a colander so it sprinkles for a bunch of streams," Cordelia added, "and slope the floor a bit to where you want the water to drain."

"That's perfect," Elsa said, "and so easy to build."

"And there it is," Cordelia said, "and it's closed."

"I can sense the mage within," The Lord of the Dance said as he approached the shop and then frowned as he tapped the air a few feet from the front door and it shimmered. "He's warded it against any who were exposed to the spell and while I could overpower the ward, the backlash would do some serious damage to my host."

"Well… crap," Cordelia said, frustrated at being so close to a solution but unable to fix things.

"Is there nothing we can do?" Elsa asked, waving the two snow monsters she'd created forward only to find they were blocked as well.

The Lord of the Dance frowned thoughtfully and then began to smile. "I do believe we have everything we need to break the spell, we just need a little more snow and a bit of cheer."

"Break it down, I don't speak cryptic," Cordelia ordered him.

While I am limited in what I can channel without harming the young man I am possessing, if we can create a little holiday cheer I can lay my will upon the area and use that external energy to break the wards," The Lord of the Dance explained as he took off his rough woolen shirt, exposing a body Cordelia was sure Xander hadn't had before.

"And how would we create this… cheer?" Elsa asked suspiciously.

He chuckled. "With no more than a kiss or two under the mistletoe," he assured her. "But first, does anyone have a knife? I'm afraid I'm going to have to carve some runes before we begin."

"We still need mistletoe," Cordelia said, finding herself wondering what it would be like to run her fingers through Xander's chest hair, "and there isn't a forest for miles."

The Lord of the Dance snapped his fingers and then gestured to the streetlight above them, which was now festively garnished with sprigs of mistletoe.

"Handy," Cordelia said.

"I don't think a few kisses are out of line in this situation," Elsa allowed and formed a dagger out of ice, before passing it hilt first to the Christmas spirit, her eyes drawn to his broad shoulders and manly chest.

"Thank you kindly," The Lord of the Dance said before humming 'I Saw Three Ships' and carefully carving runes in the back of Xander's wrist.

The girls watched nervously as he worked, but the cuts were shallow, and bled little as he completely encircled both his wrists.

"And done," he said, rechecking his work before passing the dagger back to Elsa. "Now, if we could have a couple of feet of snow and have everyone line up under the mistletoe."

Elsa waved her arm and snow began to fall, thick flurries that soon covered the roads in a soft layer of white.

Anna quickly moved under the mistletoe, wanting to be the first in line to get a kiss.

Elsa looked at her sister and raised an eyebrow.

"What?" Anna asked. "I have to deal with old men kissing the back of my hand and the young men are all just looking to move up in the world. He just wants to kiss me because I'm a pretty girl. I am a pretty girl, right?"

"You're beautiful," Elsa assured her.

"Just as she says," The Lord of the Dance told Anna. "Trust me, it's not your social position I'm eying when I look at you."

Anna blushed but looked pleased as she stepped up to him and closed her eyes, her lips puckered for a kiss.

If she'd expected a chaste peck she was mistaken as he swept her up in his arms and planted his lips on hers in a way that caused Elsa to stare at them in open mouth shock as Anna recovered from her own shock and enthusiastically made out with the shirtless man.

After a couple of minutes Elsa turned to Cordelia and asked, "How long is one kiss supposed to last?"

"About that long," Cordelia said with a grin as Xander released the flushed and near insensate redhead and was quickly replaced with the brunette.

"Are you okay?" Elsa asked Anna.

"Yeah," Anna replied absently, eyes half lidded and looking slightly drunk.

"Was it really that good?" she asked her younger sister quietly, having even less experience with romance than she did.

"Better than chocolate," Anna swore.

"Really?" Elsa asked while nervously playing with her French braid.

"Really," Anna assured her, "and you don't have to worry about freezing him."

Elsa perked up and chewed on her lower lips while waiting for Cordelia to finish. She noted a slight glow about his wrists as the pair kissed and remembered why they were doing this, so she and Anna could return home, which also reminded her that none of their subjects were here and there was nobody to complain about her acting beneath her station.

Cordelia stepped back with a grin, having gotten a chance to run her fingers through Xander's chest hair and deciding that there was something to be said for men with hairy chests.

"This is so much better than attending a royal ball," Anna told Cordelia as she bounced on her heels like Willow on a sugar high.

"He certainly knows what he's doing," Cordelia agreed while The Lord of the Dance embraced the nervous blonde and pulled her to him.

"I was quite surprised by that thing he did with his tongue," Anna offered, eager to talk about it with someone who had more experience.

A wave of cold blew past them, causing ice to form on every available surface, before quickly melting away, Elsa proving to be at least as enthusiastic as her younger sister while she made out with the taller man who had picked her up and was fondling her rear as she felt up his chest in return.

When the Lord of the Dance released the red faced princess, setting her on her feet, the glow around him was nearly incandescent. Giving the girls a wink he turned and thrust his hands forward, shattering the barrier around the store and causing a small explosion and a crashing noise from inside the store.

"Now what?" Cordelia asked as the three blinked and held their heads.

"Give me a second while my brain reboots," Xander said with a groan.

"Right there with you," Buffy agreed. "My brain feels full."

"Should we do something about the mage guy?" Cordelia asked, the cursing from inside the store loud enough to be heard from where they were.

"Not with all the surveillance cameras they have around here," Willow said.

"He said he was an old friend of Giles and even told us what he was going to do when we bought the costumes," Xander realized, as he picked up his shirt and put it back on.

"And we thought he was joking," Buffy groaned. "Should we go kick in his back door and have a few words with him to make sure he can't do this again?"

Xander laughed, a laugh that held more than a trace of the jovial laugh of the spirit that had possessed him. "The Lord of the Dance shattered his wards, the feedback is going to keep him from casting anything but the smallest spells for at least a week. I say we round up all the kids and leave him to Giles."

"Fine, but then straight to bed Mister," Willow said with a grin, "because I still owe you seven kisses."

"And I still owe two," Buffy added with a smirk as she helped Willow carry all the candy she collected.

As the three started walking off, having forgotten about her, a shocking event in itself, Cordelia decided to go with them because she really wanted to see what was up with these three!

Typing by: Abyssal Angel

TN: I warned him that it was Queen Elsa at this point since she has her powers under control, but he insists on having her as a Princess here. *shrug* Feel free to leave a review lambasting him for it. :P

AN: I have a plan! Besides, Disney movies don't show everything.