Frosty followed Holly around Winterville.

She leads him on tour, showing him all the giant towering skyscrapers, the small yet ornate church, and the cozy shops.

She was quick to breeze past the Electronics shop with its TVs, but Frosty quickly became absorbed in the display.

"Ooh," Frosty said, "Look at all these magic boxes."

"Yes, Very cool," Holly said before urging, "Come on, we have much more to see."

Frosty watched in amazement at the moving pictures.

"Hey, look, Holly," He said and then said the words that sunk Holly's heart, "It's you! You're on TV!"

Holly turned and saw it, the Christmas special of a sitcom that she had been a part of as a ten-year-old. She turned to Frosty, who was watching the intro song.

Frosty asked, "Hey, isn't that your sister Melody?"

Holly sighed, "Yeah."

Frosty said, "Neat!"

They watched the episode together.

The Wacky Waldorf Family Season 1 Finale: The Very Special Christmas Finale!

Mrs. Waldorf was putting up the Christmas tree in the living room with the two girls, Melody and Holly. They decorated it with gold tensile and red ornaments. Then Mr. Waldorf came in the front door with a grin.

"Honey," He said, "I have great news!"

Mrs. Waldorf asked, "What is it, dear?"

"I finally got that promotion," He declared loudly.

She smiled and said, "That is wonderful news!"

They embraced each other.

Holly asked, "Does that mean I can get a phone this year?"

"Why are you asking Daddy," Melody asked, "Doesn't Santa bring us our gifts?"

Holly's eyes were watery as she weakly snarled, "You big dummy, Santa isn't real. Mom and Dad give us gifts."

Mr. Waldorf looked uncomfortable as he scolded Holly, "Not with that attitude, you won't."

Holly said with a sigh, "Yes, sir."

Mrs. Waldorf asked Melody, "Did you finish your letter to Santa?"

Melody nodded excitedly.

Mr. Waldorf said, "I'll go get an envelope and a stamp if you bring it to my office."

"Okay, Daddy," Melody said. She excitedly rushed to the Kitchen, grabbed her letter off the table, and brought it to her dad. Mr. Waldorf looked over the letter. Holly seemed calmer now.

Mrs. Waldorf addressed Holly, "Is there anything else you might want for Christmas?"

Holly sighed, "I guess a new sweater would be nice."

Adult Holly began to mutter to herself repeatedly, "Don't make me say it. Please, I don't want to say it. Don't make me say it."

Ten-year-old Holly had tears on her cheeks as she hesitantly glared at Melody.

Mr. Waldorf said, "Is this everything you want for Christmas?"

Melody nodded.

"We might be able to get all of this," Mr. Waldorf said, much to the shaken annoyance of Holly. A timer dinged.

Mrs. Waldorf said, "Time for dinner!"

A wipe transition and the family was eating dinner. Zooming in on ten-year-old Holly, she had been shaken up again to keep glaring at Melody.

Frosty asked Adult Holly, "Why are you so sad?"

Holly just kept muttering, "Don't make me say it. Please, I don't want to say it. Don't make me say it."

Frosty turned to her and waved his hand in front of her face.

"Earth to Holly," Frosty said.

He then grabbed her hand, and the cold of the snow made her stop muttering. It seemed like she had been snapped out of a trance.

She gasped, "Frosty! When did you get here?"

Frosty said, "I've been here the whole time."

Frosty asked, "Are you okay?"

"Uh," Holly said, "Yeah. I'm fine."

Frosty tightened his grip on Holly's hand as she tried to walk away.

"I want to see how it ends," Frosty explained.

Holly nodded and turned back.

Ten-year-old Holly stood from the table.

"Why are you spoiling her," Holly demanded.

Mrs. Waldorf asked, "What do you mean?"

Holly had a patch of white over her cheek as she hesitantly snarled, "It's not fair. You'll give her everything she wants for Christmas while I get squat."

Mr. Waldorf replied, "Your sister is more important right now."

Holly's cheeks were wet with tears as she shouted, "Well, maybe I never wanted a sister. I wish I didn't have to share Christmas with this brat!"

Adult Holly teared up as she muttered, "I guess I got my wish."

Frosty asked, "What do you mean?"

"I lost my sister that year," Holly admitted.

"Oh dear," Frosty said.

"It's not fair," She muttered, "I didn't mean it. I was playing a character they forced me to be. I didn't want her gone."

She cried a little, and Frosty pulled her into a hug.

"I'm so sorry you had to endure that," Frosty cooed.

"It's not your fault Frosty," Holly said sadly, "It's that horrible director that forced me to deliver that line as convincingly as possible."

Holly hugged Frosty back to calm herself. She dried her tears, and Frosty took her away from the electronic store. She led him to her house in the neighborhood nearby.

"You might melt," Holly said, "Wait out here, and I'll let you in when I turn off the heater."

She disappeared inside to turn down her furnace. She took a moment to look up at a photo of her sister she had kept. Melody was lying in a hospital bed with Holly at her side. They were smiling at the camera, but Holly could still see the pain in Melody's eyes. With a heavy sigh, she let Frosty inside.

Frosty came in with a chill wind. He looked around and also spotted the picture of Melody. Holly was quick to close the door.

Frosty asked, "How come Melody, has no hair in this picture?"

Holly answered, "In the show, she wears a wig to look more normal. But she lost her hair when she was six due to chemotherapy."

Frosty held Holly's hand again as her breathing became a bit shallower. She managed to calm down.

Frosty then asked, "Didn't you have any parents?"

Holly sighed, "My father and mother were too busy on a permanent all-expenses-paid vacation to Hawaii to care about my sister and me after we became famous."

"I see," Frosty replied.

He looked around the room. The living room was sparse.

Frosty asked Holly, "Why didn't you decorate for Christmas?"

Holly replied plainly, "I don't have anything to decorate with."

Frosty said, "Now that's something I know I can help with now!"

He then began to dance ballet around the room, oddly gracefully. Then his body came undone, and he was a flurry of sparkling snowflakes dancing in the breeze under the hat and carrying a corn cob pipe.

Holly was so mesmerized that she didn't notice that her living room was decorated with lovely tinsel, holly leaves, and an elegant Christmas tree at the centerpiece. Frosty restored himself and gave Holly the star Ornament.

He asked, "Will you do the honors, ma'am?"

Holly said as she took the star, "Of course!"

Frosty lifted her so That she could put the star on. She felt his hand sneak under her shirt to her stomach for a few moments. He then set her down.

"Frosty," Holly asked, "Why did you touch my belly?"

"Oh, no reason," Frosty said, "My hand must have just slipped."

Holly said, "Now, Frosty, don't lie to me. You were trying to heal me, weren't you?"

Frosty asked, "Heal you? Of what, Exactly?"

Holly replied, "Look, I don't know why you think you're here. But I don't believe trying to heal my hysterectomy will help your case. I choose not to have biological kids, ever."

Frosty was surprised and said, "I was just making sure you're hormones were balanced right. You seemed to be still having some pretty dramatic mood swings."

"Ah," Holly said, "Well now, Don't I feel silly."

Frosty chuckled awkwardly.