Teeny Tiny Trolls Tales {Dreamworks Trolls}

Snow Day

A/N: Snow day idea suggestion is thanks to mistyscreativeworks

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Winter! Winter was full of sparkly, glittery goodness called snow, and Poppy was desperate for a snow day. In fact, she was so determined to see it happen that she had declared that there would be an official Snow Dance to try and encourage to clouds to fork up some of that white stuff.

The center of the trolls' village had been decorated with paper snowflakes, glitter snowflakes, marshmallow snowflakes, coconut snowflakes, practically anything that could be turned into a snowflake. Someone had also make fake icicles out of sugar, and the trees were flocked with powdered sugar.

"You know, if it snows, it'll eventually melt and then everything will be all slushy and muddy," Branch said. He and Poppy sitting on one of the dance mushrooms, watching most of the village inhabitants as well as some Bergen guests dance around. Everyone was wearing winter gear since it was so cold outside. Both Poppy and Branch were wearing ear muffs and gloves.

"That's not the point," Poppy said, rolling her eyes, "It's fun! There's snow cream and sledding and snowtrolls and snowball fights—"

"And colds, and frozen doors and slipping and breaking bones," Branch said, ticking off the negatives on his fingers. "And ice patches you can't even see! And icicles that might kill you!"

"You know it's not all bad," Poppy replied.

"It's at least 75% bad," Branch said.

"Well, then you can just sit here and be all grumbly about it, but I'm going to enjoy the idea of the other 25% and go dance," she said. She scrambled up from the edge of the mushroom, leaned over to kiss Branch's cheek, and then skipped over to Guy Diamond and Satin and Chenille. Branch rubbed his cheek where Poppy had kissed it, but he didn't get up to go dance just yet. Instead, he sat there and watched her for a few moments, knowing how much she loved a good party.

That night, Poppy took all the necessary precautions to ensure that it would snow. She turned her pajamas inside out and put them on backwards. She slept with a spoon under her pillow, and she slept with her feet at the top of the bed and her head at the bottom. All of these things combined would certainly ensure that tomorrow there would be a snow day.

When she woke up the next morning, she flew out of bed and zoomed over to the window, pressing her nose against the glass. Only to see that there were icicles and frost but no snow.

"Oh." She mustered her positivity, threw her shoulders back, and smiled. "It'll snow tomorrow, then."

But it didn't. It didn't snow the next day, or the next, or any day that week. By the weekend, Poppy was feeling a little gray but still determined that it would snow. Eventually. Some day.

"I know it's going to snow," Poppy said, forcing a smile as she and Branch walked through the village one afternoon, "It will."

"Yeaaah," Branch said, not wanting to pop her balloon of belief, "Maybe next week."

"Yeah," Poppy said, nodding, "Definitely."

When she went to bed that night, Poppy sighed. Well, there was next week. She could look forward to the snow again then. Burrowing down under the blankets, she fell asleep, dreaming of snowy trees and puffy snow clouds.

She was woken up the next morning by something thudding against the side of her pod. Poppy sat up and shook her head, wondering what the noise was. This time, the soft thud came from the door. Huh? Rolling out of bed, she crept to the front door and opened it. A snowball whizzed over her head and smacked into the wall behind her. Oh, wait! Snow? SNOW?!?!!!

"Snow!!" Poppy shrieked, leaping out of her pod, ignoring the fact that she was in her pajamas and her hair was everywhere. Outside, the Snack Pack and Branch were waiting for her, all of them dressed in snow clothes, and everything was white and sparkly and beautiful. She bounced around the tree branch and then flung herself into the nearest pile of snow, content and joyful.

A blue hand reached down into his new snow home, and when she grabbed it, Branch pulled her out of the snow. He tossed a coat over her and laughed. "Looks like your wish came true. Now we can spend the whole day dodging deadly icicles."

"And making snowtrolls!" Poppy exclaimed, "Best day ever."

Branch smirked. "If you say so..."