Lupin sat unusually silent. Her legs were crossed and her sharp elbows were resting on her knees as she let out a deep sigh. She then leaned back and let her back fall down onto the comfort of her soft blue pillows. She closed her eyes, taking in a breath of cold air, suddenly looking up towards the ceiling.
She gave herself a crooked smile when her eyes looked over the wolf poster that had been tacked onto the baby blue roof. She let out a grunt as she turned over onto her side and glanced at the time from her alarm clock resting immobile on the night stand.
The hour had just turned noon. She moved a few strands of jet black hair out of her crystal clear icy arctic blue eyes, and readjusted to the sight before her. She had only arrived back in the North Pole an hour ago, and already she was beginning to doubt moving back was a terrific idea.
She hadn't stepped foot into the cold snow for almost five years. Ever since she had turned eleven and nearly sabotaged Christmas for her father and the rest of the workshop elves she had thought it best to stay clear of her childhood home. She had even moved in with Neil, Laura, Charlie, and Lucy.
It's not as if she meant for all the tragic mistakes to occur, they were purely out of accident and nothing else... but the elves, being as old as they all are, were not one to forgive a person for doing something so bad as she had.
She was sixteen now, and had made the final decision to come back. Of course she had talked to her parents a deal of the time, but she never went to visit them. It was something she wasn't able to do with all of the cold stares and nasty glares the innocent little elves could make. It would eat her alive to be looked at in such a matter.
Now that her father had decided to let his mother and father in law up to the North Pole she had taken that opportunity in attempt to become closer with her parents. She hadn't seen her mother in that long of time, and was beginning to feel alone without her. She loved her mother dearly, and although Laura was nice... she just wasn't Mrs. Clause.
She remembered watching quietly as the others stumbled and tripped as they tried to get the sleeping in-laws out of the sleigh before they woke up to find they had been in a flying contraption lead by Reindeer. 'Wouldn't they have loved that?' she thought to herself.
The exact moment they arrived Santa was immediately bombarded by Curtis, who had been waiting impatiently in the main factory, and came to give him the news immediately. His face was worried and his voice was lispy, just like it had been when she left. Although Bernard was the head elf back then.
This troubled Lupin. She had wanted to spend all the time she could with him, considering it had been ages since their last interactions. Yet the Council of Legendaries awaited him in the conference room of the workshop. This surprised Santa much. He hadn't known the reason of their sudden arrival, but he was determined to find out.
As he left he ordered Lupin to take everyone to their necessary rooms. This journey had consisted of Neil, Laura, Lucy, Sandman, and Grandma and Grandpa. Sandman had ventured with the sleeping couple already, leaving me to show the rest of the family where they would be temporarily living for the next week or so.
The entire voyage had taken almost thirty minutes. They had to walk through the lit up decorated town, and through the mansion like building until they reached the correct floor to the rooms. It was right above the workshop, underneath wrapping, and on the same level as the kitchen. This made Lupin happy. She loved late night visits with Judy in the kitchen.
Just as soon as the people were with her, they had been gone. She was now alone and ready to return to her old bedroom which hadn't changed one bit since she had left. Despite her aging, there was not one thing about this room she would have liked to alter. It was perfect in her mind, and still fit her best interests.
The ten different sections of wall had a different shade of blue on each one, along with stuffed wolves placed in various corners of the room and a few wolf posters on the ceiling and near her indigo bed spread. The very large walk in closet still had different types of Gold everywhere, and the soft white carpet was still as white as snow.
Now she had laid on her bed for nearly an hour more before there was a small fragile knock on the tiffany window pained glass door. She turned on a few lamps to brighten up the room before dancing to the door and opening it for curiosity who was on the other side. She smiled when she recognized the familiar face.
"Good afternoon dad." her eyes lit up almost instantly. He grinned back, giving her a bear hug. It had felt good to embrace him. It had been longer than she thought. She could only wait so long until she found her mother. It excited her, but she wanted to be there with both of them before she saw her.
"Are you happy to be back? Sorry I had to run earlier. I really am." he gave her a sad sort of look that only a father would give when sincerely apologizing to his daughter. She accepted it all to easily, and rested her head against his large chest, listening to the festive beat of his Christmas spirit heart.
"I really am. And it's okay, I know you didn't want to." she answered forgiving him instantly. He was happy to hear this. He wanted his daughter's stay to be nothing but comfortable and happy. He was more ecstatic about her arrival than she had. He missed his lovely daughter dearly. It was good she was back.
"Great. Do you want to go see your mother?" he questioned softly, brushing strands of her raven black hair away from her beautiful pale face. It was any wonder where she acquired her complection and hair color from. Neither he or Carol had black hair in the family. Then again... given her entire situation...
"Yes! Where is she? Can we go now?" she exclaimed excitedly. He laughed at her sudden outburst of energy. She had been just shy of bouncing off the walls. He nodded, and ushered her out into the hallway, closing her bedroom door behind him.
The long walk to the main office of his living quarters was filled with questions and meaningful chatter about what she liked, how she was, apologies for not making it to her High School graduation. Apologies for not being there when she had skipped the eleventh grade to get her GED.
She wasn't angry, just slightly disappointed. It was all over to hear anyways. She hadn't even cared now that she could be in the comfort of her own home. Not that living with Neil and Laura was bad. It was fantastic. She loved being by her brother Charlie more than anything in the world... but she could only take so much of Neil's psychiatric psycho reverse psychology.
She ran ahead of her father through the white glass french doors of their living quarters, searching the room instantly for the blonde curls of Mrs. Clause- aka- Mom. She immediately found her, sitting by the wide mouth fireplace, rubbing her pregnant belly, talking to her future baby Buddy.
That was the other thing she had been excited about. She would have a new baby brother. She ran up to give her mother a long, warm, hug. Small salty tears rolled down the pale face of Lupin as she smelled the familiar scent of her mother that she had been so longing to smell as she embraced her.
"Mom." she whispered emotionally, barely opening her eyes to notice the Council of Legendaries. Mother Nature had stood proudly next to Father Time. They gave her a warm smile, which she returned. She then took a good look at her mother. It had been such a long time for her to be able to do this.
"I missed you so much." she wiped the tears gently and was careful not to smudge her makeup. She was laughing and tearing up at the same time. Just then Mother Nature spoke with confidence, just as she always had. There had been no words between her mother and her yet, and already Mother Nature was interrupting.
"Scott. Father Time and I must speak with you privately at once. The rest of the Legendaries, minus Jack Frost, are dismissed and may return home." she announced with a hard voice. Jack Frost? I watched as Cupid flew away, followed by Sandman. Easter Bunny hopped away, and a confused Santa Clause followed the duo into a different room.
Meanwhile Lupin looked over the icy man who's attention had been directed to the room in which the three conversed on their own. He had been curious about the subject of conversation. He loved to know thing and be up in the business of other people.
Lupin first took notice of his white icicle hair, which had spiked up just like dangerously sharp ice. It sparkled with an icy blue tint of a thousand micro diamonds in the light. He wore a blue suit which had permafrost all around it, with skinny white stripes and an icicle necktie. She raised an eyebrow at him.
Meanwhile in the next room, Santa could not believe what he had just been told. He had briefly wondered if his ears had deceived him, or if the truth of the matter was definitely reality. At the moment he wasn't sure. This couldn't have been real. He would not allow it to be real. It couldn't happen.
"Mother Nature... that's preposterous! She... she just can't! I mean she-" he was immediately cut off by the silencing of the goddess. She put one meek hand up, and instantly he had stopped his angry rant and allowed her to speak. Not out of magical powers, but of fear. He would not upset Mother Nature.
"Scott. I'm sorry, but I have forseen it. And I have never been wrong before. It WILL happen. You can try all you wish but no matter what happens, she will. She's a strong girl. She will hold out for as long as she can, but in the end she won't win. I'm very sorry." she spoke with such power.
There was nothing she could do? It would just happen... like that? She didn't even have a choice in the matter? Lupin would really... no. He couldn't think about it. That was his daughter they were talking about, and as a father... he would not allow it. He would do everything in his power to keep it from happening.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose, and watched as the two Legendaries exited the room. He followed quickly behind. He then noticed a certain Jack Frost watching the three with much interest. Santa was not particularly looking forward to Jack spending his Community Service at the pole only weeks from Christmas.
He would have to warn Lupin. Yes. That is what he should do. They didn't mention anything about conveying to her this little secret. She should know, it's her life that is involved in this. He should tell her... But what if it still happens anyway? No matter how careful he tells her to be... Mother Nature is NEVER in the wrong.
He slowly walked over to her. Carol had left the room by now, leaving only he, Lupin, and Frost. Grabbing her arm gently, and leading her to the opposite corner, Jack Frost watched intently. He cocked his head to the right, watching the young girl's expression change with every word Santa had spoken.
He had wondered who she was... and then came to the conclusion it was the daughter he had heard so much about. He had not expected her to be so... attractive. She was exactly the kind of girl he had pictured himself to be with. Not forever of course, because who would want that? But he could see himself working her into his evil plan to take Christmas.
He had taken note of her worried expression the first few seconds of the conversation, and saw it transform into a full blown laugh. Santa had been taken back by this show of emotion, not knowing how to respond to her sudden outburst of funny hysteria .He wondered what would have gotten into her.
Although she was laughing, his expression certainly did not detain anything near 'amusement.' It was worried, and a deathly pale color. He could hear her trying to get words out in between each breath she took with her laughs.
"Me? Really? That's...H-Hilarious! DAD! I would NEVER... Ha! Ha!" by this time tears had been forming in her eyes. Santa could only cross his arms. He obviously was not happy with her reaction to whatever news he had. Obviously the meeting between he, Mother Nature, and Father Time had concerned this young beauty.
Her black hair reminded him of the black starry nights of the North Pole. Her pale skin reminded him of the wintery white snow he had controlled to fall upon the winter and her blue eyes reminded him of the Arctic Ocean. So bright and deep. 'You could almost swim in them.' he had thought to himself, smirking.
Not to mention her entire figure. It was enough to make any man take a double take at her. It was at this time he wondered her age. He guessed not a day over twenty. She couldn't have been that old. It would be cradle robbing. He himself was hundreds of years old, however physically didn't age like the other Legendaries.
He could play around. There was no harm in this. He regained attention to the argument between the father and daughter. He was attempting to explain something serious to this young child, and yet he had not seemed to bet getting through to her.
"Young lady. This is not a laughing matter. This is serious! Mother Nature said it WILL happen. Now either you take it seriously, or I won't even care if it happens." he yelled in a hushed argumentative tone. She rolled her eyes and scoffed. Jack was liking the attitude she was giving towards her father at this point.
It was... dare he say... sexy. He listened further to the quiet yelling. It was quite entertaining, and at the moment the young girl seemed to be winning. It was at this point he hadn't known the beautiful creature's name. He would have to find out later when he 'accidentally' bumped into her in the workshop.
"Look dad. You said Mother Nature is never wrong, well guess what. There's a first time for everything. Second of all, come ON! This is ME we're talking about! There is a VERY slim change. VERY. By that I mean NONE AT ALL. I'll be extremely careful, and it won't happen. Okay?" her arms were raised angrily in the air.
Her father remained silent at this point, which Jack had wondered if that meant he agreed with his daughter. He hadn't said anything for almost five minutes, thinking long and hard about what she had said. After that, his face softened up. He was giving in. He knew she was right... whatever they were arguing about.
"You're right... There is a first time. I'm sorry. I trust you." he admitted, giving her a smile of sadness beneath his white wintery beard. She nodded, and walked out of the room quickly, giving Jack full view of her legs beneath her black and white skirt. Just as he was about to get up and exit himself, Santa had given him a death glare, ordering him to help the elves in the Kitchen.