Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians
"The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads."
Nicholas St. North, known to all children as Santa Claus, sat in an overstuffed red chair sipping on a steaming cup of hot cocoa. The elves ran around under boot, causing more messes than they managed to clean. The yetis were working hard in the workshops to make sure everything was finished, putting final touches on the toys and checking the lists twice for the naughty ones and the nice. It had been months since he or any of the guardians had heard or seen Pitch, and he took it as a sign to be jolly and relax for his holiday. Unlike Easter, Pitch wasn't around to ruin it.
Jack Frost had become quite the friend to old Nick, and the two often communicated on a regular basis. Toothiana and Bunnymund made sure to keep in touch as well. Sandy had a bit more of a difficult time, with his gestures and all. But he was heard nonetheless. The other patrons of the Christmas holiday had made sure to keep up their ends of the bargain. Jack made sure to keep the children's christmas white, the lookout division of elves were busy peeping in on children to assure their good behavior, and the ground control was quick to make sure everything was a-okay with the reindeer and the designated routes for the "big night".
As Nicholas sat, going over many things in his head, he heard a light rapping at his door. It was so soft it startled him, as he was used to the yetis barging in and the elves jingling loudly, and then the other guardians, well most of the time they just appeared without any sort of warning or sign at all. He put down his cup of cocoa and stood, smoothing out his white beard and pushing up his sleeves as he often did. "Come in." He said, and stared at the door anxiously.
When the door opened, a small, thin frame of a girl stood in the doorway. "Violet?" Two amethyst orbs looked up from the floor: glassy and tired.
Violet was the Sugar Plum Fairy, an accomplice of both Sandy and North. She was the one who sent children their wonder-filled Christmas dreams and aided in keeping the nightmares away in such a precious time to children all around the world. Her wings fluttered, but barely lifted her feet from the ground. Her slippers dragged across the floor until she fell into the chair where North had previously sat. Violet curled up in his chair and yawned. "Sorry I've not been reporting in, North. Something's just not been right lately. I haven't been sleeping."
This certainly shocked the jolly man. The Sugar Plum Fairy not being able to sleep? That hardly seemed right. He took a long drink of his cocoa and looked hard at the girl. She had a two-tone purple striped coat on with a speckled gray collar. It was pulled tight and tickled her ears. "Why?" Was all he could manage to say.
That's when her demeanor began to change. She went from being tired to afraid, and her eyes met with North's once more. "Nightmares."