So, I've been pulled into the Christmas spirit by one of my all time favorite Christmas movies; the Santa Clause. I was watching it, and decided to draw an elf costume out of boredom, and it turned out kinda… well you'll see. :) It completely sparked my imagination for this story. So I hope you enjoy.
"And how about toy production?" Bernard asked the shorter elf. He answered, but Bernard hadn't heard him. He was concentrated on the elf that had just walked into his peripheral vision. She always stood out, because of how dully she dressed. She looked a little bit more Christmas-y than usual, however; she added a little green this time. It was normally grey, black, and a little red. She had her regular black panel hat, with the red on the front, her grey halter top dress, with the black elastic belt and suspenders, her black shorts underneath, and short red leggings. Her black open finger gloves matched her bag that hung from her hip. Her red scarf matched the tongue of her above knee grey boots with black fuzz that crunched in the snow as she approached the Naughty or Nice office. Bernard was surprised to see a small bit of green from the tights that were covering the skin on her legs that would otherwise exposed to the way below zero temperature. She also had a green cotton shirt and a black tie beneath the dress.
Bernard excused himself from the conversation and followed after Ellie; the one elf with less Christmas spirit than him. He hurried up behind her on the stone steps of the building. He tapped her shoulder and she calmly turned to see who it was. When she looked him in the eyes, he noticed she also had green eye shadow, still heavy like usual, but not black.
"Yes, Bernard?" she questioned respectfully.
"I believe you know what I'm going to comment on." He answered. Her expression turned from sweet to annoyed in just a second.
"Bernard. I've heard it all before."
"Then why don't you listen?"
"Look, I've told you before, I may be an elf, but it's not my job to spread Christmas cheer, not my department. My job is to run the NN. And I like to think I do it rather well, regardless of the colors I wear."
"Well, yeah, you do your job fantastically, bu-"
"Why, thank you Bernard." Her face lit up and blue eyes sparkled. Then she turned and entered the building, leaving Bernard speechless, as usual out in the cold. He couldn't help but smile to himself, as he always did when she pulled something like that on him.