It was the evening before the announcement, and (f/n) was in the bathroom, wrapping her warm pale pink plush robe around her form. She had just finished her warm shower for the night and was ready to relax for a few hours before going to sleep. (F/n) put her hair up into a bun before she exited the bathroom and headed into her room.

Just as she was closing the bathroom door behind her, Edgar practically burst into her room. Startled, she was about to ask what was wrong until she saw the grin upon his lips. He quickly walked over to her and rested his hands on her hips. With no warning he lifted her into the air and spun her around a few times. "It's complete, (f/n)! It's finally finished!" Edgar cheered, as she was just taken aback by his display of utmost happiness.

She knew that he was referring to the doll, but she hadn't expected this reaction out of him. This seemed a little out of character for him, but she found that his joyfulness was rather contagious, since she was soon smiling along with him. "I take it that the finished product turned out excellent, then."

Finally setting her back down onto the floor of the room, he exclaimed, "Of course, it did! I had the ideal inspiration after all. This winter holiday doll is the best that I have ever made." His eyes softened in their gaze, as he added in a gentle tone, "It's all thanks to you, (f/n)."

A light blush overtook her cheeks, as she glanced away from him slightly. "You're exaggerating, Edgar," she mumbled, as she felt his hands move from her hips to her face.

"Hardly," he simply answered before he rested his forehead against hers. "Now, I want to show you something in celebration of the doll's result." He didn't let her answer, as he pulled away from her and started to walk towards her open room door.

Knowing that he wouldn't take any protest, she followed after him but not before putting on her pale pink slippers. It wasn't long before she saw that they were headed towards the front doors, and she suddenly wished that she had taken her shower later. Edgar just had to lead her outside when she was in her pajamas.

Soon, he opened the left front door for her, and she walked outside. The night air was cold, making her thankful for her thick robe. Edgar closed the door behind them, after he left the house, and began to guide them towards the small forest off to the side of the house. Seeing where they were going, she mentally cursed him for having poor planning time; walking down the forest path in slippers wasn't exactly a swell idea.

Regardless, she traveled down the path with Edgar, glad to have company in the slightly terrifying woods. How he could remain so calm was beyond her. Granted, she didn't catch sight of the smirk on Edgar's lips, as she stayed very close to him.

Having his muse rely on him so much for safety was rather satisfying. It was even more so when he noticed that she kept glancing at his left arm, as though she wanted to cling onto it but her sense of pride was getting in the way. A light chuckle left his mouth, while he observed her struggle. He would extend his arm out for her to hold onto, but her current display was much more amusing. "Are you alright, (f/n)?" he questioned in an entertaining voice.

(F/n) glanced up at him and frowned. "I'm fine. I'm not the one with a creepy smirk on my face," she countered, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You find it creepy? Are you sure that you don't find it charming?"

"I'm sure. So, why don't you stop being weird and get us out of this forest," she remarked, her eyes rolling a bit.

Laughing at her reply lightly, he raised one of his eyebrows and voiced, "I'm hardly the one acting strangely. You've been peering at my left arm every now and then for the entire time that we've been in the forest."

Murmuring a few curses in response to his remark, she looked away from him before she muttered, "I just don't like walking through forests at night." In a more annoyed tone, she mentioned, "Not all of us are apparently devoid of fear in dark woods. So, can I please have your arm?"

Even though she said the last part of her statement in a softer voice, he decided to toy with her a little more. "Well, I don't exactly want to remove my arm from my body, (f/n). So, I'm afraid that the answer is going to be no."

"I will never understand you. First, you come into my room acting like a child who received the best present in the world. Afterwards, you lead me out into the woods, while I'm in my pajamas no less, and start acting like an a**hole." A frown graced her lips, as she now stared straight ahead and walked somewhat ahead of Edgar.

Not allowing her to get too far, he reached out, with his left hand, and pulled back on her right wrist. The action caused her to fall backwards, but he caught her easily. "Now, I can't have you walking ahead of me, or you'll ruin the surprise up ahead. I'll let you hold my arm if you want. I'll even carry you if you wish me to do so."

"Carrying me isn't necessary," she murmured, as a faint blush coated her cheeks.

Smiling a little, he released his grip on her wrist and set her back up straight. Her blush increasing ever so slightly, she wrapped her arms around his left arm, while he continued to walk forward. They remained silent the rest of the way, both enjoying the other's warmth. (F/n), though, was also glad to be closer to him and farther from the surrounding trees.

When they arrived at the garden, (f/n) peered ahead to see if she could view Edgar's surprise. Not being able to catch sight of anything, she wondered what he had planned. Stepping past the garden entrance, she noticed a light tune playing in the background. She glanced to Edgar, who went to take a seat in one of the garden chairs by the garden table. He merely stared back at her, as if he couldn't hear the music.

Understanding that he wouldn't help her, she used the moonlight and fountain lights as her guides. She went over to the abundance of purple lilies and blue chrysanthemums. (F/n) scanned over the flowers and went to the densest part of them. The music was becoming louder, and she recognized it as the Waltz of the Snowflakes. Edgar must have hid a music box somewhere in the flowers. Still, she couldn't find anything.

Pushing back some of the purple wisteria vines, where the music was loudest, she found a doll, which was twirling on a porcelain pedestal. Its porcelain arms and hands were raised above its head, while it stood on its tippy toes in white ballet slippers. White locks were done up in a high bun, and small pale blue crystals were laced into its locks. Pale white gloss covered her lips, as blue glass eyes shone with winter's grace and beauty. A dress as white as snow adorned her body. Glistening pale blue snowflakes fell down her dress and sparkled under the illumination in the garden.

Carefully, she picked up the twirling doll and admired it some more, as she walked over to the garden table and chair set. Taking a seat across from Edgar, she set the doll on the table. "Consider it an early holiday present," Edgar stated casually.

"You didn't have to make this for me. Inspiring the winter holiday doll off of me was a gift enough in itself, Edgar. When did you even have the time to make this?"

"There were a few nights, which required me to stay up later than I had planned," he answered, as he noticed her getting out of her chair. His emerald green eyes never left her form, as she came over to him and leaned over. Adorable light pink colored her cheeks, while she softly pressed her lips against his.

Pulling away a few seconds later, she kept her lips close to his and whispered, "Thank you."

As she moved even further away from him, he stared at her and reveled at the sight before him. The delicious faint taste of dark chocolate and blueberries teased his taste buds, while he could still feel the sensation of her soft tantalizing lips. Her (e/c) eyes displayed a deep gratitude for his gift as well as evident warmth for him. His muse's lips were upturned into a small smile, and pink still highlighted her cheeks. He absolutely loved that color on her. It added a sense of elegance and charm to her that was absolutely breathtaking.

Right now, it didn't matter that she had pajamas on. She was captivating, and he was the object of her affections. While the music played in the background, he stood up from his chair and closed the distance between them once again. Before she could react, he intertwined his right fingers with her left ones. He raised their arms up and spun her around before he drew her up against him. His left arm secured itself around her waist, as his right fingers stayed in the same position.

Resting her head against his chest, she felt him rest his chin on top of her head and place his right hand on the back of her head gently. With both her hands free now, she pressed them softly against his chest and just lay against him.

"Tomorrow, the process will be complete," Edgar inaudibly voiced, as a grin painted his lips.