CHAPTER 5
"...bless the food that we are about to eat, and bless all of us who are here to eat it. Also, please watch over our Anna, who is currently serving this country instead of being here with us. Amen."
"Amen," everyone replied to Bulda's prayer. They let go of each other's hands and began to eat. All of Kristoff's favorite Christmas dishes were sitting on the table, but he didn't feel like eating any of them. He knew that he should eat so that he didn't worry his mother, so he began scooping up various dishes on to his plate.
He served himself three slices of honey baked ham, a little bit of salad, a heaping pile of sweet potato casserole, 2 rolls, and just enough green bean casserole to make Bulda happy.
He looked at his plate and realized that he loved Bulda's green beans; why did he only get a little bit?
Oh.
This is what Anna would have gotten.
He had made himself a plate of exactly what Anna would have served herself. Extra on the carbs and sweet things like sweet potatoes and bread, but just enough vegetables to not be rude.
He sighed, and ate a little bit of his food, but spent most of the time pushing it around with his fork.
He tried to join in on some of the conversations, but he couldn't think of anything good to contribute. He sat at the end of the table, with Elsa to his right and an empty seat at the head of the table to his left. Elsa was talking to his younger brother Taren and his girlfriend Shelby about their careers after college. Kristoff chimed in a few things every now and then, like telling Taren not to try to go into business like Kristoff wanted to his first semester, but otherwise he didn't talk much.
Elsa noticed this, and tried to change the conversation multiple times to things she thought Kristoff could relate to, but he wasn't really in the mood for talking.
"You know, you could at least try to have a good time," Elsa whispered to him out of the corner of her mouth.
He knew that Elsa was trying to hide her sadness too, but she was a much better actor than Kristoff.
"I'm trying," he replied, and he really was, whether or not Elsa believed him.
He had just gotten done asking Shelby if she had ever been to the bakery on 6th street when the doorbell rang.
Bulda looked down the table from the opposite end. Noticing Kristoff was sitting by the door, she asked,
"Kristoff, would you mind seeing who that is?"
"Sure," Kristoff replied, getting up from his seat.
"It's, probably Uncle Fred, he said he might be late," Bulda said. "Oh, I sure he doesn't show up drunk this year like he did last year."
"Hey! I'm right here!" Uncle Fred replied. "And I am happy to inform you that I am perfectly sober!"
Kristoff had made his way to the door, assuming it was just the neighbor's kids going caroling again, when he opened the door.
"Kristoff?"
**Author's Note**
Sorry I haven't updated in so long! Finals week was crazy! But I'm trying my best to finish by Christmas! Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen or any of its characters, they all belong to Walt Disney Animation Studios. :)