A/N: This one-shot takes place in Sapphy's perfect world; a world in which Anna and Velkan live and people remember to include Frankie in their fanfics. I know that the previous one-shot took place at Anna's funeral, but these one shots do not necessarily have to have anything to do with one another. Sri if that's confusing.

The word for this story is red. I sorta stretched it, but this scene needed to be written.

The Velarious manor was strewn with red and green, and filled with a sort of joyous sprit that had not visited it in years.

"Lift it higher."

"I thought I was lifting it higher." Carl complained. He was standing atop a ladder that was far to high for what seemed like hours (though it had in fact only been a few minutes) trying to align the two ends of a ridiculously long garland of pine.

"Oh get in the spirit." Van Helsing shouted from below. He had opted to let his friend do the heavy lifting for once while he gave directions and he was very much enjoying the reversal.

"I don't see why I'm up here. After all, you are taller and…"

"Oh Carl," Anna exclaimed with mock sympathy. She had just entered the room, caring an enormous tray. "Perhaps a gingerbread cookie would make it worth the effort."

"Gingerbread?" he almost dropped the garland. Quickly, he tacked it up and scurried down the ladder.

"So that's what I smelled burning." Velkan stuck his head in the room. "I tell you now, my sister should not be allowed near a stove."

Anna through a cookie at him with a marksman's precision.

"They are not burned, they are delicious. And if you don't want one, then there is more for me!"

She set the tray down on the table, and in her defense, Van Helsing and Carl set upon them like ravenous wolves. But the feeding frenzy was soon interrupted.

"Does anyone else hear that?" Van Helsing cocked his head so as to better hear a faint voice coming from outside.

"It sounds like…singing."

The voice grew louder as its owner neared the manor. Someone was singing Christmas carols.

"Sounds like a baritone." Carl noted. He enjoyed a good opera now and again.

The voice was muffled for a moment, and then it became louder. There was a soft scratching sound in the hallway, and the four rushed down the stairs to see what was the matter.

"Here we come a wassailing among the leaves so green…"

"Frankenstein?" Anna asked, her surprise evident. There in the hallway stood the giant with an enormous Christmas tree slung over his shoulders. It was not the sight that had taken the princess off guard, but the sound. Frankenstein's voice was rich and soulful.

"Let me help you with that," Van Helsing said, and Frankenstein handed him the tree. The monster hunter was almost crushed by the weight and Velkan and Carl had to rush to his rescue.

"I never knew that you could sing." Anna said admiringly.

Frankenstein shrugged.

"It passes the time. I don't suppose I'm any good but…"

"My dear friend," Carl declared, dropping his end of the tree. "You are spectacular! Have you ever considered a career in the Opera?"

"No, for obvious reasons."

"Pish posh. Van Helsing, you remember that Eric fellow, don't you? Ugly as sin he was, but he bloody ran the Opera Populaire in Paris."

"Oh I remember him all right, and that Punjab Lasso of his too."

"A veritable genius, he was; and a bit of a nutter too, come to think of it."

"Well, I think that you sing wonderfully," Anna interjected. There was an almost dreamy quality to her words. Van Helsing had not failed to notice that her cheeks had reddened and doubted that it had anything to do with the cold.

"Oh he was alright."

"Alright?"

"Yes, alright if you like that sort of thing. Personally, I thought it was a little…chesty."

"Chesty? He was superb. And it is not as if you could do any better!"

"Oh really? Well, Miss Velarious, you have never heard me sing."

"Well let's hear it then." Anna swung her arms out in a grand and mocking gesture. Van Helsing puffed out his chest and began to sing in a clear, crisp tenor

"I saw three ships come sailing in on Christmas Eve, on Christmas Eve, I saw three ships come sailing in on Christmas Eve in the morning!"

The others stared in awe.

"Where did you learn to sing like that?" Anna demanded.

"Music soothes the savage beast." He explained vaguely.

"That wasn't so grand." Frankenstein said.

"Oh really?"

Frankenstein stood tall and his deep voice filled the room.

"Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming from tender stem hath sprung! Of Jesse's lineage coming, as those of old have sung."

"It came, a floweret bright," Van Helsing interrupted. "Amid the cold of winter…" But Frankenstein would not be upstaged.

"Whe-en half spent wa-as the ni-ght."

"Psh, you call that singing?"

"You wouldn't know a note if it punched you in the eye!"

"Tone def monster!"

"Howling wolf!"

The two looked ready to resort to blows.

"What say we leave these two fools to their noise swapping," Velkan whispered to Carl, "And see if we can't scrounge up some more cookies."

The friar nodded earnestly.

"I never thought that music could be so violent!"

A/N: Because Hugh and Shuler should never again be in a movie together and not sing.

Originally, the author's note said "2 cookies to whoever spots the Oklahoma! Ref" but now that I go back and read it; I realize that the whole thing is a giant Oklahoma reference. Hugh Jackman and Shuler Hensley were both in the London Revival cast together. And they both have amazing voices.