Disclaimer: I don't own any of these character and I don't want to make a profit from this.

Author's Note: This is a crossover I've been writing since last summer and now I get to finally post it for the Holidays. For those wondering, I do have this story fully written out so there shouldn't be a long wait between chapters.


Return To Sender

North held his hands steady as he lowered his ice pick to the sculpture. "A few more taps," he said. "And with this, it is finished."

Suddenly, the office door flung wide open, startling North and causing the pick to smash straight into the center of the ice sculpture. North stared in horror at the small hole that now pierced the middle of his ice model horse.

He tried to hold his temper before turning around to where Phil stood in the doorway. "Knock before entering?!" North exclaimed. "Why is that hard to remember?!"

Phil ignored North's annoyed expression and instead waved a piece of paper in the air and he yelled in his yeti language.

"Problem letter?" said North as he took the paper from Phil. "Let me see." North skimmed the letter and then raised a baffled eyebrow. "Has he been good?" North asked as he rested his finger on the letter.

Phil gave a nod.

North threw his hands up in the air in frustration. "Then what is problem?!"

Phil's eyes narrowed and he began to grumble and wave his own hands in the air.

North shrugged, still not understanding what the issue was. "Bah! They do not make toy any more? We make new one, da?"

Phil gave a doubtful look as he folded his arms over his chest, unimpressed.

North sighed and turned back to his office. "Fine, fine, if you are that worried I will make toy myself."

The yeti still looked skeptical, but gave a grunt in reply that North knew to mean "Sure, but if there's trouble it's your fault."

North shook his head as Phil shut the office door. Phil meant well, but he could be too much of a worrywart at times.

"Now then," North muttered as he reached into his toy file. It was quite an old toy the boy was asking for, but lucky for him, North had kept a file on every toy created for just such an occasion.

He sat in his chair and read over the file. "Not hard toy," he muttered to himself as he skimmed the file. "Will be done before lunch." North then went to work, humming with glee.

It had been some time since North had had the chance to make an actual toy instead of an ice sculpture for the yetis to copy and make themselves. He hummed to himself as he dug through the drawers of his toy making supplies.

"Let's see, he will need boots, talking box, pullstring, ah!" He shook a finger. "Material for hat! Could not be complete without hat!"

He then set the supplies on the desk and started his creation. North quickly cut out the pieces of the toy's body and sewed them together, pausing briefly to gently tuck the talking box in its chest. North then proceeded to paint the toy's face and hands, using his own special blend of paint guaranteed to not chip for at least thirty years.

As the paint dried, North cut out the material for the hat and sewed it together. He took one more glance at the file to be certain he had everything before attaching all of the pieces together. North beamed as the toy lay on his desk complete, but there was one final test he had to do.

North picked up the toy and pulled the drawstring.

"THERE'S A SNAKE IN MY BOOT!" it cried loud and clear.

North laughed. "Perfect!" he declared as he held the toy up. "You are perfect cowboy toy." He grinned at the toy with its painted-on face full of hope. North half expected it to come alive then and there, but he knew better.

There were some toys that did gain life once they entered a toy store, or even while they were in their factories, but not North's. The toys from his workshop would only come to life once they were in the hands of their chosen child. He had always found it gave his toys a stronger sense of loyalty by doing so.

Granted, this was an occurrence that not even the child itself knew about, but knowing these little magical secrets was one of the benefits of being a Guardian.

Satisfied, North reached for a box and delicately placed the new cowboy toy inside. Before he put on the lid, North smiled and told it one last farewell. "You shall be good toy for Andy, I feel it. In my belly!"

North chuckled to himself and set to finish wrapping the present before getting back to his ice sculptures.