With meekness in his voice Asgore blathered, “No, she’s right. I... I should go.” Before Sans could offer an apology he was already moving past the dining room, his great size betraying his swiftness. “Um thank you for inviting me everyone. But I have to um… I forgot something.” He left the group of confused faces behind, truding out into the cold. Together, the faces turned from their holiday feast to Toriel’s angered form. She stood with an air of defiance in the kitchen doorway. Behind her Sans could be heard saying “Gee, Tori. What ever happened to the Christmas spirit?” Before anyone could speak to ask what had happened, Undyne dropped a plate, the sound of shattering ceramic getting everyone’s attention. Her fists were shaking. Her upper lip quivered with disdain. “You… BITCH!”

	Sans took Frisk by the hand. The observant skeleton knew where this was headed. “Come on kid, I’ll show you how to make snow angels with no arms.” He led the human child out into the back yard, Papyrus following suit. Even he knew better than to get in between Undyne and whoever or whatever she was angry with at the time. Alphys timidly grabbed her by the arm. It was shaking. Alphys looked at Toriel and silently thanked whoever that Frisk couldn’t see the cold look on her face. She didn’t like it, not one bit. Undyne’s angry face, she was used to. Toriel’s was different. There wasn’t any excited energy, just a stoic visage of something she couldn’t quite place, nor did she want to. “Uh-Undyne…”, she said began to protest.

“Watch your language around my child, Undyne”, Toriel interrupted.