On the shores of the frozen lagoon, King Peppy and his rekindled wife, Queen Primrose, fixed themselves a picnic date after spending so many years away from each other with spiteful memories about their time together. They had re-established the spark that was once there and it seemed just like the times they were youngsters along with their two lovely daughters, Viva was a more acting individual during the time since Poppy was still a baby. Poppy herself, was most excited to see their dynamic considering she got little of it by not being able to experience the whole thing with a good consciousness.

"Ah, you would not believe it." King Peppy said as he laid out a beach chair on the snowy sand and sat, "I inspire trolls every day. My choices are sublime."

Primrose chuckled at his make-believe stories but she appreciated that trait of her husband, something he had lost with time, "Oh Peppy... you're still the same... Of course, there are some behavioral and... physical.. changes... But you are the man I fell in love with back then."

King Peppy sniffed his armpit, assuming it had something to do with his ever-growing armpit hair, luckily that wasn't the case. He replied, "You're being generous. You look gorgeous. I can't do half the stuff you can... My Hair-Jitsu is rusty as a cranky robot."

"I don't proud myself of that, Peppy." Primrose held his hands and said, "If I hadn't run away I could've been retired here with you... Peacefully."

"That's all in the past, my dear." King Peppy kissed her hand and gave her an old hug.

Poppy was spying on them from a bush, she initially gagged at the sight of her dad kissing her mom but then she admired it and was awed. Poppy looked down at her Hug-Time bracelet and engaged in a group embrace as it only meant one thing for every troll. She squeezed herself into the couple's hug a second before the actual tune played, "HUG TIME!"

Her parents reacted surprisedly at her inclusion and parted away upon noticing who was responsible for joining their moment of affection. They glanced at each other rather than at their daughter. Primrose sighed, "Hi sweetie, can we help you with anything?"

"No! Not really!" Poppy fidgeted with her ring as she explained everything blatantly, "So basically Branch and I thought of uniting our families for the first time ever during the holidays, and since dad and I never practiced a single specific tradition and Viva never did we wanted to use one of Branch's old ones together as a big, beautiful family!"

"She didn't get that from me!" King Peppy twisted his feet while blushing and twirling his mustache hair.

"Wow!" Primrose let out a genuine laugh, "I think that's a solid idea!"

Poppy beamed up with her statement and held onto her shoulders, "Really?! I didnt think you guys would be on board with it! Wow, this is exciting!"

"I want to be interwined with my Son-In-Law's family." Primrose said with confidence.

"Exactly!" King Peppy added on, "It's the perfect opportunity for our families to bond!"

Poppy's eyes sparkled as she grinned and hugged them tightly, "UGH! I love you guys so much! This is going to be the best holiday ever. I promise you, everyone gonna be there. Me, you guys, Viva, Branch, his bros, his in-laws, and her ADORABLE babies... plus my nephew and all my friends because they're family too. Blood or not."

Primrose touched her heart and admired her daughter, "I can see why you're queen. You have the spirit of a leader. Not everyone does."

"Thanks, mom." Poppy felt that compliment and appreciated it, "Okay but we gotta go before the sun goes down. Branch told me we have to leave for Vacay Island."

"Where?!" Primrose asked as she was still new to all the locations around them, "That's not where your best friend lives, right?"

"No, no, no." Poppy laughed at her silly confusion, "That's Bridget... She's a Bergen."

Primrose nodded her head, still slightly confused by all the information from her absence. King Peppy tapped her wife's arm as they interlocked yet again and returned to their pod to prepare.

The Pop Queen high-fived herself, proud of her accomplishment in convincing her parents to agree to celebrate this holiday. She skipped away into a Caterbus where she sat down and waited for everyone who was about to join her.