Prologue: Normal Day
She didn't really remember having two parents in her life, all she knew was that she had a dad that loved her very much and a million gazillion playmates and care takers. Her father was famous all over the world. He was known by many names: Father Christmas, Santa Claus, and Nicholas St. North. However, she knew him as Daddy.
Her days started out the same for the most part. She would groggily waddle down from her room in her wrinkled pajamas and would ask the yetis what they were making for breakfast that morning. She would sit down next to her father, say good morning, and give him a kiss. She would then tell him about the amazing dreams she had that night and he would listen intently. The conversation would liven up and go on while they would eat their breakfast and swat away cookie-stealing elves.
Eventually breakfast would end and she would have to go upstairs to get dressed and brush her teeth. She would come back down and then the real day would begin. Her father never gave her chores but she liked helping out, especially since she received extra cookies for it. She would fetch small supplies that the hard-working yetis needed: paint, paint brushes, and other small knick knacks. Her small size and quick feet gave her the advantage of being able to weave in between and around the yetis' legs. The yetis would do their best to make sure that she was not stepped on, a benefit that the elves were not always given. They would ruffle her hair and say thank you, and she would smile brightly.
Her work in the main heart of the workshop never lasted long; her father said it was too dangerous for her to be there for long. Instead, the bulk of her chores consisted with testing the toys with the elves. After all, who was better qualified to test out toys than a child? She would play with the elves, for what seemed like minutes, with toys a normal child could only dream of. Eventually she would be snatched up by her father as he made his way to the kitchen for lunch. She would giggle and energetically talk about her playtime with the elves and about her time helping the yetis. He would then tell her how his day was going and it would be her turn to listen.
They would finish eating lunch together and he would then take her to his study so she could read, draw, or practice her letters. He took this time as an opportunity to keep an eye on her personally and to bond with her. She would read out loud to him, show him her drawings, and had him check her letters. In turn, he would teach her different languages, play games with her, and read to her. In the end, she would end up taking a nap in his study; playing with elves and helping yetis was hard work. She would wake up shortly before dinner and they would eat together with the rest of their large family. They would all joke and tell funny stories about the happenings of that day; laughter could be heard throughout the whole building.
At the end of the day she would plead with her big eyes for her father to let her pet the reindeer. Her father could never really say no to those eyes, provided that she wasn't naughty. He would carry her in one arm and would then guide her tiny hand to the wet nose of a reindeer. She would smile and giggle as the reindeer sniffed and nuzzled her hand. Shortly after, he would carry her back to her room so that she could get ready for bed. She would then hop onto her bed so that her father could read her a story. As he read her a story, she would drift off to sleep rather quickly. The minute her eyes closed, he closed the book and kissed her goodnight.
He would then say, "Goodnight Rozalina, sweet dreams."
Hello everyone, this is my first fanfiction that I'm publishing here, so I'm getting used to the formatting here. I'm looking for a Beta Reader that has read the Guardians of Childhood series because I don't have the resources to buy or read the books myself. Basically I need someone that knows the lore like the back of their hand. PM me if you're interested and we'll talk more and reviews are welcome.