Last Christmas

Praying For Time

"Oh bloody hell." Frida muttered under her breath, heaving the suitcase over the doorframe. "Why did I decide to fly in heels?"
She thought that if she sat on it and tried to wheel it forward with her feet it might actually work, but in reality all it did was push her backwards, snapped Frida's shoes and chucked her into the thick-frosted grass.

"Fuck." Frida whimpered, tottering over to the luggage once again. "Right, Fri-Fri, you can do this. I believe in you!"

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More falling.
Just great.
And now she'll probably have a bruised face.

"Try again." Became her new motto as she failed again and again to push it through that door. In the end, Frida had to shove it with all her weight before it skidded across the wooden floor.
"Okay, so now I just tackle the stairs." She huffed.

It was a good ten minutes before she managed it, but she got there. Dragging her luggage around, she began looking for a room. Frida stopped briefly at the master bedroom, but couldn't face staying in there. The memories would haunt her too badly.

After unpacking, she changed into her comfiest pyjamas and went to make herself a herbal tea. It was an awfully large cabin, with 3 floors,
en-suites (some joined, others not) though Frida picked one that was conjoined, that was because it was her second favourite bedroom and since no one was staying there, it didn't make much difference to her.

Snuggling down into the sofa, Frida remembered how she used to cuddle Benny whenever she got cold.
A blanket will just have to do. She sighed.

Flashback:

"Benny, stop it!" Frida giggled demonically, head pressed against the sofa as she tried to calm herself down.
"No, tell me why I'm your favourite person!" He chuckled, putting his fingers in her mouth.
Frida bit down on them and slipped off his lap. Pouting, Benny tugged her back by the hips and kissed her forehead lovingly.
"Darling, you hurt my fingers." He showed her the bite marks, simultaneously giving her the finger.
"Sorry love." Frida took them gently bought them to her lips. "Any better?" She caressed his hair.

"No, I think I'll need a proper kiss as an apology."  He smirked.
"Mr Andersson, I really do apologise." The redhead pulled him on top of her by the shirt.
"Oooh, I like where this is going." He growled in her ear.
"Do you now?" She breathed as he sucked on her neck.
"Very much so."
"Hey Mister, not to ruin the mood of anything, but Linda and Christian are banging on the window." She pushed Benny off her and gave a little wave to the small children.

"Shit, why did you have to invite our godchildren?" Benny whined, sinking his head back into the crook of Frida's neck, attempting to ignore the Ulvaeus kids.

"Because Aggie needed a break and Björn was busy with the Hag." She tried to stop herself from moaning. Seeing the fists that hit against the glass reminded the couple that they in fact didn't come alone, to their great regret.

"Hang on, how come they're out there on their own?!" Frida glared at Benny, who's eyes were flickering from his wife to the door.
"God, sorry! I thought they'd wait for us." He grimaced, picking Frida up and setting her on her feet.
"Andersson, I love you, but you're a right idiot." Frida giggled, going to get their boots.
"We're coming, we're coming!" He huffed behind her, wrenching the door open as he struggled to pull them on.
"Come here." She softened.

"I thought you said we'd finish off later?" Benny raised his eyebrows suggestively.
"And we will, later. I just thought I'd help you with your shoes." She pulled him over to a chair and sat him down, yanking the shoes on, very aware of the 2 young children out in the snow.