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Happy Snowman || Elsa & Olaf

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Elsa was fairly certain she knew every line of this movie backwards and forwards because, coincidentally, it had been her favorite movie when she was little too. She looked over at Olaf and realized for the first time that while her powers were connected to her subconscious and emotions, that didn’t mean it was all bad. Olaf came from the part of her that longed for things to go back the way they were before Anna’s accident. He came from the childlike, not-so-prim-and-proper part of her. She built him with such control over her powers it made her think that maybe - maybe- she could gain complete control over them once again.

She gave him a small smile and tucked her legs beneath her. Would everyone freak out upon seeing him? Would it really be that weird at for a primarily wizarding community to see a talking, walking snowman? Maybe not.

“Olaf?” She glanced over at him, picking up his puppy counterpart and placing him on her lap. “After you meet Will…I’ll let you come to the ball. But you have to promise me that you’ll be on your best behavior and stay where I can see you at all times, okay? And you can’t tell anyone that I made you.” Elsa smiled at him, knowing that command fell on deaf ears and Olaf would more than likely get into something at the ball, but whatever. it was Christmas, after all.

Elsa looked down at the Maltese puppy in her lap. She and Anna had named him after the snowman they created as a child. But now that that snowman sat to her right, they might need to come up with a new name. “We should rename him, don’t you think?” She looked at Olaf, “What should we name him?”

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Olaf gasped again and placed his hands on each side of his face. He could really go? That was so exciting! Elsa really was the kindest and warmest person he knew. “Yay!” He shouted, bouncing in his seat. There would be so many people there! New people!

He tried to calm down when Doggy Olaf came up on the couch; Doggy Olaf liked to lick his face and it tickled. He didn’t want to be tickled. “Oh! We can name him William!” Olaf exclaimed, almost starting to bounce again. He stopped himself before Doggy Olaf/William got excited too. “It really is a nice name.”

He jumped up on the couch again, excited for the party. He had never been to a party. “Do I get a present?” He asked, not knowing how this worked. But he knew that presents were part of Christmas. “And one of those hats! I like those hats. The red ones with the white puffball at the end.” He mimed the hat as best as he could. “I really want one.”

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Happy Snowman || Elsa & Olaf

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“Mm.” Elsa smiled and went to fetch the cupcakes. She realized she probably shouldn’t have let him get so addicted to Frosty - which it was far too late for that considering they had watched it at least 87 times since Thanksgiving - because now he wondered why he couldn’t do the same. To be honest, he probably could. Besides, the magical world had seen weirder things, right?

“Red frosting is vanilla, green is chocolate. Take your pick or try both,” she said, but before she could say much else, he’d already eaten it. “Well, okay, then.” She allowed herself to be pulled to the next room, Olaf eagerly waiting for her to turn on the television. Elsa grabbed the remote. All she had to do was hit rewind and play because that silly cartoon had been on constantly for the past month. She said a silent a promise to herself that it was going to be deleted from the DVR come January 1st. 

“William?” Elsa shook her head and smiled. “That’s an interesting name for a snowman. I would have said…-” Elsa stopped mid-sentence. William. She groaned and glanced at the clock, knowing he’d be here in a few hours. “Um, okay. Olaf…” She turned to face him. “I have to introduce you to someone tonight and you’ll probably like him because you already like his name.” Elsa reached over and wiped the frosting off of his nose. She wasn’t sure what was weirder. The fact that there was a talking snowman sitting on her couch or the fact that she was acting motherly towards said talking snowman. 

“But, Olaf, you cannot…you can’t just run up and hug him, okay? I need to sort of..explain things first. But he’s really important to me, so I think it’s time for you to meet him.” Elsa turned to look at him, “But please promise me that you won’t startle him? Promise me, Olaf.”

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“Yeah, it’s such a nice name.” Olaf settled into the couch as Elsa rewound the movie. He held a cupcake in each hand, ready to eat the second themovie started.It was such a good movie; he wanted to watch it every day. He gasped at the mention of someone new. He liked new people. But no warm hugs? That was sad.

“Well, I’ll try,” he said with a slight tone of disappointment. Then the theme for the movie started and the sadness melted away. Olaf jumped off the couch and ran up to the television so he could watch as the kids rolled up a big ball of snow. He danced when Frosty was completed. A big happy snowman! “Oh! Here comes the hat!” He cheered, looking back to Elsa with a big smile on his face. The kids looked so happy when Frosty came to life to play with them. He wanted to play too. At least he had the little doggy Olaf to play with. Doggy Olaf was fun. But he couldn’t talk and give warm hugs like kids.

Warm hugs! That’s right... He wouldn’t be allowed to hug this new person. But Elsa sad he’d like him! And Olaf liked to hug things he liked. That made him sad again as he walked back to the couch and climbed up on it as best as he could with his short snowy legs. “I promise...no hugs.” He said before finishing his last cupcake.

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Happy Snowman || Elsa & Olaf

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Elsa watched, horrified, as Olaf made his way into the ballroom. Thankfully, most of the hotel workers had cleared out. Especially considering half of them weren’t magic. For the ones that hadn’t, Elsa politely excused them before they could see the walking - and talking - snowman.

“Ornaments, darling. They’re ornaments. But don’t…” Elsa pulled the one Olaf had plucked from the tree out of his curious hand, lest it shatter - could he even get cut from it if it did? “And those are presents. Remember? We talked about Christmas when you asked me last night.” And the night before. And the night before that. Elsa noticed Olaf looking a little droopy, thanks to the fireplace, and waved her hand in front of him, giving him a little more snow.

She created his own personal flurry above him. “Come on. You can test one of the cupcakes and we can watch Frosty.” For the millionth and a half time, but who was counting at this point? She tapped him gently on the nose and smiled, taking one of his hands in hers as she lead him back to the kitchen. “But you really need to be careful, you know that. Some people aren’t used to seeing a talking snowman walk around town.”

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“Oh, yeah.” He said, pausing at the fireplace. He forgot they talked about ornaments and presents. He loved the idea of presents. Getting things for being good? He could do that. He hoped some were for him. He had been very good since Elsa brought him home.

“Cupcakes?!” He liked cupcakes better than cake - but not better than ice cream cake. That was still his favorite. And the movie. He wished he could play with kids like Frosty. But Elsa was right. Most people weren’t used to seeing a talking snowman. But why was there a movie about it? Even if he couldn’t join, he liked the watch the kids play outside. They always looked so happy. “You know, I wouldn’t have named him Frosty.” Olaf said, wobbling beside Elsa. “He looks more like a Henry. Oh! Or a William!” He always liked the name William. 

Olaf waited patiently by the counter for his cupcakes, wondering if there was anybody who didn’t like them. That would just be crazy; they’re delicious! And little and cute and - oh! These ones had little reindeer on them! He reached up and took the cupcake, bringing it close to his face so he could get a better look at it before he ate it. It was so pretty. He hoped it would be as good as it looked. But he had to wait until the movie started. “Come on! Let’s go, let’s go!” He said, trotting off to the closest television.

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Happy Snowman || Elsa & Olaf

Elsa smiled as she made her way down the stairs of the ballroom. Christmas was her favorite time of year and the ballroom was evident of that. It was also the one time of year she could showcase her powers - just a little. Much like the Great Hall at the university, snow was falling from the ceiling, disappearing in midair. She stopped at the bottom step, admiring her work, but then sighed when she glanced at the clock and saw the time. The ball wasn’t for another few hours and while that gave her plenty of time to make sure everything was in order, it also gave plenty of time for something to go wrong.

She walked through the room, maneuvering herself through the crowd of hotel workers getting the decorations hung and everything put in its place. Elsa was just about to check on the dining room, when a trail of snow leading to the kitchen stopped her. It had been a warm December, for the most part. Not a trace of snow to be found. Elsa hadn’t interfered with that, in fear of someone finding out about her not-so-ordinary powers, which was why she was so confused as to why there was snow on the ground.

And then it hit her. Elsa groaned and ran to the kitchen. Thankfully, he was all alone. “Olaf,” she whispered. “What are you doing?” But she really didn’t have to ask. There was a gaping hole in the side of the cake. Some of it in his mouth, some of it clenched in his fists ready to be eaten. “Olaf…that’s for the party….” She paused, “Wait, how did you get here?”

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As much as Olaf had enjoyed the snow in the ballroom, the cake was by far his favorite thing so far. It was an ice cream cake. His favorite. And is was so pretty. He just had to try it. He paused, about to take another bite when Elsa walked into the room. Olaf looked at the piece of cake in his hand, then to the rest of it sitting on the table. “It’s for the party...” he mumbled, placing the cake he was going to eat back in the dent it had come from.

“Oh, I walked.” He answered and climbed off the chair. He walked back into the other room to  play in the snow. He was a little sad it didn’t fall to the ground though. He wanted to make snow angels. Oh well. running in the indoor snow would be okay, too. “What’s all this for?” He asked, pointing to some of the decorations as he chased some of the snow. Elsa had seemed very concerned with how the room looked. But why? It looked fine, normally. Why did she need all this stuff? But he liked it. It looked nice. The colors were bright and the round things on the tree were shiny. He liked the shiny things. And the lights - he couldn’t forget the lights. Ooh, but what were those under the tree? He liked those. “What are those for?”