Elsa's P.O.V
"WAKE UP!" I hear someone shout in my ear. I scream, then quickly sit up.
"IT'S CHRISTMAS!" Anna shouts excitedly.
"Anna! You scared me!" I groan.
"Jack isn't up, so... I got you this," Anna holds out a bucket of water.
"A bucket of water?" I ask, peering into it.
"A bucket of cold water," Anna corrects.
"I see what you're saying," I then smile.
"I'll be holding the video camera!" Anna squeals. I get out of bed up, pick up the bucket, and head over to Jack's room.
I quietly open the door, and see Jack sleeping peacefully.
"Merry Christmas!" I exclaim as I dump the water on him.
"HOLY FUCKING-" Jack wakes up immediately. I burst into laughter.
"Oh, you're gonna get it!" Jack exclaims, and I run, him chasing me.
"Say you're sorry," he says as he pins me to the ground.
"Nope," I say.
"Say it," he says in a teasing warning tone.
"No," I reply, stubborn.
"Fine," Jack says, then begins tickling me.
"Stop! Stop!" I gasp between giggles. "Okay, okay! I'm sorry!"
"Good," Jack says, standing up. He hold out a hand to me, and I take it, him pulling me up.
"I got it all on camera!" Anna exclaims, proud.
"Kids! Are you up?" Aunt Idina's voice drifts upstairs.
"Yes!" We shout back.
"Breakfast is ready!"
We then run downstairs and see practically a breakfast buffet.
"Wow," Jack breathes.
"Jack, sweetie, why are you all wet?" Aunt Idina asks.
"Well, your niece dumped a bucket of cold water on me," Jack says in fake annoyance.
"Elsa!" Uncle Chris says in a scolding voice. "Haven't I taught you better?!"
"Um..." I suddenly look sheepish.
"You should've blowed a trumpet in his face, then as he sat up dumped the water bucket on his head. Then you should've covered the ground with syrup, so his feet would be sticky. Honestly, this generation," Uncle Chris teasingly scoffs.
"Chris!" Aunt Idina exclaims.
"I like your idea of fun, Mr. Pine," Jack says, looking impressed.
"Call me Uncle Chris," Uncle Chris replies, then opens the newspaper, sipping his coffee.
"Elsa, Anna. Help me with the cookies please. Jack, can you wake the others and send Merida and Rapunzel to also help? You and the boys can go with Uncle Chris and go to the store for more wooden logs for the fire. We're running out," Aunt Idina says.
"Sure thing," Jack replies.
"Present time!" Aunt Idina claps her hands. It's now night, and we all have been laughing, talking, you know. The Christmas usual.
"Rapunzel, open mine first!" I urge. I hand her the large easel, biting my lower lip in anxiety.
"It's big," Rapunzel remarks as she unwraps it. Her eyes bulge out once she sees her easel.
"Oh my goodness!" Rapunzel gasps.
"Do you like it?" I ask, anxious.
"I love it! Thank you!" Rapunzel hugs me. Jack smirks at me as if to say, 'You're already a Frost'.
"Open mine, Elsa!" Aunt Idina urges.
"Ours," Uncle Chris coughs.
"Right, whatever," Aunt Idina replies.
"Okay," I say, and open the small box. Inside is a diamond necklace and diamond earrings.
"They're mom's," I breathe.
"It's a tradition in the family to give the oldest daughter the jewelry," Aunt Idina says.
"I love it, thank you," I say, hugging her.
"Open mine, Jack," I say, excited.
"So eager," Jack jokes as he opens it.
"Oh. My. God. Elsa, you didn't!" Jack exclaims once he sees my gift.
"I did!" I beam.
"What?" Merida asks.
"She... I can't believe it..." Jack says.
"I got him a pass to see his favorite hockey player!" I explain.
"Thank you, Snowflake," he says, pecking me on the cheek.
"Open my gift," Jack hands me a box.
"Alright," I say, and open it up to see a snowflake pin encrusted with diamonds.
"I love it!" I say, kissing him on the cheek.
We all then exchange our gifts, then once Anna yawns, it spreads to all of us.
"Well, I'm turning in. Good night, guys," Uncle Chris stands up. We all agree, heading to our own rooms.
"Did you like your gift?" Jack asks, yawning once we're upstairs.
"Yeah, but having you over was the best gift," I say, kissing him.
"I know," he teases, tired.
"Good night," I say.
"Night, Snowflake," Jack says, heading into his room.
So I've decided not to do the whole four story sequel thing since I have other ideas for two new stories, and the sequels would just be getting in the way of them.
Question: What would you want for Christmas?