As usual, I don't own the characters

I am so hurt that Violist isn't recognized as an actual word.

Christmas Eve At The Square

The rich sound of a viola filled the town square during the evening of a snowy Christmas Eve. The viola's player, a tall lanky man with deft fingers played low tones to bring O Holy Night to life amidst the leisuring couples enjoying their hot chocolates as snowflakes gently floated to the ground. His eyes were closed, imagining the notes to a page as he played it from memory.

The Town Square was host to a Christmas Festival nearly every year, where shopkeepers set out their wares and tares (and sometimes bears). As more and more townspeople crowded into the Square for the Festival, bakers brought out complimentary cookies and pastries to help feed the not-so-hungry-but-still-snacking townspeople. In the middle of the Square stood an enormous tree, much larger and taller than many of the buildings around it. This tree has been used for generations of Berkians to celebrate Snoggletog, which happened to fall on Christmas Eve this year, and Christmas.

The Square was decorated to the brim with traditional shields, medieval weapons, and of course a nice layer of Christmas lights to go over everything. Red, green, and white light bulbs were hung from building to building, and from lamppost to lamppost, making the lighting of the Square warm and gentle, to match the evening's mood.

The tall and lanky violist held out the last note of O Holy Night before he opened his eyes to see an audience before him begin clapping. He smiled awkwardly, and bowed, before raising the instrument to his shoulder again. But, before he slid the bow across the strings, he heard the sweet words of Silent Night being sung by a beautiful woman.

He smiled, recognizing the voice and abandoned his spot in front of the tree before joining the woman. The audience around them grew, eager to listen to the pure melodies of their favorite Christmas songs. He lifted his viola to his shoulder and began to play the accompaniment softly, letting her voice ring out with the melody while he supported her with the harmony.

When she heard the viola's harmony, she turned around to see him and smiled and continued to sing. When the song was over their audience cheered and there was a carnation thrown to their feet.

The violist knelt down and picked it up before holding it out to her, and spoke with a gentle tone, "I believe this was meant for you, Milady."

She smiled and held it in her hands and began to sing Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree. He waited a few seconds, remembering the notes of the song before he began to play the viola again, accompanying her sound. She looked at him while she sang, and during a pause she kissed his cheek. He grinned and nearly faltered.

They were met with cheers and applause when the song ended, and the crowd awweee'd when the violist twirled her around, leaned her back, and kissed her wholeheartedly. "Merry Christmas, Astrid."

She grinned and caressed his face before kissing him back. "Merry Christmas, Hiccup."