Teeny Tiny Trolls Tales {Dreamworks Trolls}

No Way, It's Freezing!

A/N: Thank you for the suggestion, Soccer_02_23_BBall

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After the day spent out in the snow, Poppy, Branch, and the Snack Pack had gone back to the bunker for hot chocolate, cupcakes, and Branch's very own healthy peanut butter bars. DJ Suki had treated them to an impromptu dance party and then they had spent the rest of the evening making shadow puppets and telling stories. Slowly, the Snack Pack had trailed off and out of the bunker, eventually leaving just Branch and Poppy there.

Poppy suggested working on Branch's card-making skills, so the two of them wound up hunched over Branch's work table with scissors, paper, and glue.

"Oh my gosh, what time is it?" Poppy said when she saw Branch give a huge yawn.

"I dunno," he said, rubbing one of his eyes with the back of his hand, "Late?"

"My dad is going to be so worried, ohmigosh, ahh!" Poppy sprang up and began rushing around the room, looking for a clock and a coat and her ear muffs and, ah! Even though she was queen now, she still liked to let her father know where she was. He tended to worry in his old age. Also, they lived together in the royal pod area, so he would know that she wasn't home yet.

"He knows where you are, though," Branch said, lifting his head up, "You don't have to go. I mean, you can sleep in one of the spare rooms." His cheeks glowed with a red blush.

"I really don't want him to worry," Poppy said. She threw her scarf around her face and yanked her hat on.

"But it's so cold," Branch said. He got up from the table and put his hands on his hips. "You might turn into a Poppy-shaped icicle."

"That's a chance I'll have to take," she said, eyes determined over her scarf-covered mouth and nose.

Branch watched her and then walked around the edge of the work table. He leaned against it and crossed his arms over his chest, his head tilted to the side. "But it's freezing outside. I can make us some more hot chocolate."

"I shouldn't..."

"With marshmallows?"

Ooo, he knew about her weakness! Poppy hesitated and then started to edge toward the elevator. "I really can't stay, my dad is going to be worried out of his mind."

"But it might start snowing when you leave!" Branch protested. He pushed away from the work table. "You don't want to turn into a snowtroll, do you? You're too pretty to be so frosty."

It was Poppy's turn to blush. "No..." She stopped on the elevator lift and turned back toward him, her hands on her waist. "I probably shouldn't stay, but hot chocolate does sound good."

"Better than turning into a Poppy-cicle," Branch said, grinning a little. He walked over to her and tugged her toboggan off her head.

"Branch."

"Come on, I'll even put caramel in it."

"You're so terrible," Poppy said, but she was smiling. She unwound the scarf from around her neck. "I guess it couldn't hurt to stay a little longer."

"Exactly," Branch said, taking her coat and hanging it up by the elevator, "Let's go get that hot chocolate."