It was once again nearly time to ring the Yule Bell. There was just enough snow on the ground to feel like the holidays were approaching, but not enough to be inconvenient.

"You're sure you're feeling up to it?" Kristoff asked, carefully rocking the tiny new baby. "Elsa is here, you know."

"This will be my fourth Yule, I think I'll be fine. Besides, Inga's not letting go of her aunt."

"Yes, but you haven't done it with a two week old baby before."

"He'll be fine with you holding him for ten minutes, I trust you, Kristoff."

"Ready, then?"