It was dark and raining in the Northern Pole.
Despite there being a fresh layer of snow on the ground, adding to the already large quantity on the ground, it was already quickly washing away under the ferocity of the rain.
A lone figure emerged from the dark, a long cloak flapping wetly around ankles as the wind picked up.
"Irritating weather." The figure muttered to themselves in a thick accent. "Of course it show up every time I come to visit."
Pulling feet out from the slushy snow beneath them, there was little else they could do to keep themselves distracted, other than low muttering that included several curses. Well, that and the fact that there was the smallest glimmer of light shining through the dark- no doubt thanks to North's magic- that was a beacon to illuminate which direction to walk towards.
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In North's workshop, the dark did little to keep production from continuing. Yeti still lumbered around, carrying tools and various toys from one station to another, yelling to one another in their tongue as they did so.
Among them walked Nicholas St. North, most famously known as Santa Claus. However, tonight there was something on the large Russian's mind as he walked around, absently commenting that 'Svel, you should adjust to left two degree or dollhouse will not fit.' and 'Carl, you know that is not where toy goes.'
No, he was more distracted by the turn in weather. By now, North was so in tune with the North Pole that he instinctively felt the shift from snow to rain, and that could only mean one of two things. Either his magic was waning, or he was about to get a visit from a very old friend.
His suspicions were confirmed moments later as a loud knock echoed throughout the workshop, immediately silencing any and all production. A moment later, another knock came, and North moved over to the large oak doors and pulled them open, revealing his guest.
"Hello North." She said, blowing dark grey bangs out of her similarly grey eyes. "I need your help."