After in impromptu breakfast which consisted to the Doctor attempting to slather everything in chocolate, the family congregated in the TARDIS's expansive closet, bundling themselves up in preparation to go play outside in the snow.

River sat Freya down on the floor to play with her Adipose toy while she and the Doctor dug around the vast array of winter wardrobe for appropriate clothing.

"River, look at these! They are so cool!" The Doctor said, holding up a pair of lederhosen.

She rolled her eyes in response. "Sweetie, NO."

"Oh, River look-"

"Put the fez down."

"Could I-"

"No, you may not wear a thermal guard wetsuit."

Pouting, the Doctor settled for a puffy winter jacket and a pair of snowboots.

"So boring." He muttered under his breath. But then, something caught his eye.

"AHHHH OH LOOK WHAT WE HAVE HERE!" He exclaimed enthusiastically. From a pile of mittens, he extracted a ridiculously long, multicolored scarf. "I thought I'd lost this! I haven't worn it since my…" he paused for a moment to count on his fingers, "fourth regeneration!"

"I'll never understand why you wore that." River commented. "The colors are hideous."

"Because, it's cool!" He declared childishly, wrapping the scarf multiple times around his neck.

River, who had already selected a white fur-lined coat, black ski pants and matching boots for herself, continued to rummage around in search for something for their daughter.

"Sweetie, are there any baby clothes in here?"

"Well I have no idea!" The Doctor declared. "Everything just kind of appears!"

And right on cue, River happened upon a box wrapped in bright blue wrapping paper.

"Oh, Sweetie, the TARDIS made a Christmas present for Freya!"

"What? How do you know that?" He questioned, looking at the present over her shoulder.

"I'm the child of the TARDIS, dear." She responded matter-of-factly as she opened it.

A bright smile of amusement spread across River's face.

"Freya, look what the TARDIS made for you!" She said, taking the puffy snowsuit onesie out of its wrappings. The fabric was a bright blue, covered in words and patches of white.

"What is it?" The Doctor asked.

"Just wait a moment," River said, fussing with Freya to get her all bundled up.

"This is the most precious thing I have ever seen." She whispered when she was done.

"River, what?!" The Doctor asked, poking around her to see his daughter.

"Oh look at you!" He exclaimed, pointing at Freya. "You're a little TARDIS! River it's-"

"I know!" She said with laughter in her voice.

Freya bounced up and down enthusiastically in her puffy TARDIS onesie. The Doctor picked her up to have a closer look.

"Oh you clever, clever girl." He said to the TARDIS. "You are brilliant. You've got the windows, even the sign, oh look, she put the zipper between the doors!"

Freya giggled happily at the attention her father was giving her new outfit.

"The only thing that's missing is the," he patted Freya's head, "top."

"I think there's a hood." River prompted. She peaked around back, and sure enough, there was. River flipped it up over her daughter's mass of curls and gasped again: there was a little stuffed light bulb on top.

"Oh Miss. Freya, you are probably the cutest little TARDIS I have ever seen." River said, her heart swelling with happiness.

With that, everyone was dressed; The Doctor could barely contain his excitement as they made their way outside.

"Come along, you little blue munchkin ball," he said, booping his daughter on the nose as River opened the TARDIS doors.

The bright white light that only comes from reflecting off freshly laid snow shone into their eyes. The cold hit them, and Freya let out a little sneeze.

Last night, The Doctor had parked the TARDIS in the Forest of Dean. It was the perfect backdrop for the holiday: the air was crisp with winter, the landscape blanketed in fresh fallen snow, beautiful light shone through the icicle-draped trees, and a few fuzzy little creatures scampered about.

River bent over and took a handful of fresh fallen snow, which she held up for Freya to examine.

"Look Freya," she said, "this is snow."

The baby stared with wonder, and as usual, grabbed at it awkwardly with her tiny blue mittened-fist and promptly shoved it into her open mouth.

River and The Doctor chuckled.

"Oh, this is perfect for you, isn't it?" River cooed, rubbing her daughter's chubby cheek affectionately. "You get to put all the snow you want in your mouth and no one is gonna stop you!"

"Put her down, sweetie." She said to The Doctor. "Let her play."

Freya was thrilled to be given some free reign in the snow.

"Well Doctor Song," The Doctor whispered, pulling his wife in close as they watched their daughter, "I think it's safe to say we have the cutest little girl in the entire universe."

River smiled up at her husband and kissed him.

"Mmmm," he murmured, "we should spend more time out in the snow."

"Shut up and kiss me, you nostalgic idiot."

Soon they were locked in a passionate embrace; but, unfortunately, The Doctor's lack of coordination caused them to sway a bit too much and they went tumbling down into the snow, River landing on top of her husband.

"Oof. Must we always end up this way?" The Doctor groaned.

River couldn't contain her laughter.

"My head is covered in snow, isn't it?" The Doctor asked, slightly annoyed in the amount of pleasure his wife was taking from his discomfort.

"Yes." River laughed into his chest.

"Well, then, we're just going to have to even the score!" He roared, taking a fist full of snow and tossing it into his wife's hair.

She shrieked as the cold hit the back of her neck. The crystals of ice got tangled in her curls and she couldn't shake it out no matter how hard she tried.

"You bad boy!" She huffed, and retaliated with a snowball of her own.

The Doctor managed to wiggle out from underneath her and soon they were chasing each other around like a pair of children, grabbing at jackets, stuffing snow down each other's hoods, (and one time, notably between River's cleavage), all the while laughing and shrieking uncontrollably.

Freya just sat in her pile of snow, happily eating fistfuls of the stuff, gurgling with glee as she watched her parents' ridiculous snowball fight.

Finally, the two of them found their way back and plopped themselves down next to her, their breathing heavy and their hair soaking wet.

The Doctor, ever the boundless supply of energy, took it upon himself to build a snowman while River lay down and watched Freya.

"You know," she mused, "I was thinking, sweetie…"

"Yes?"

"Could we go see my parents?"

The Doctor stopped and leaned against the base of the snowman. He sighed deeply. "River-"

"I know, after Manhattan…but couldn't we go back to…the Christmas before? I never got to spend a Christmas with them…and I want them to meet their granddaughter…" She looked longingly at baby Freya, who was busy patting the snow down with her little hands, oblivious to her parents' conversation.

The Doctor ran his fingers through his hair. He missed the Ponds more than anything…

"Alright. I don't see why not. But we are going to have to be very careful."

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