Ok so this is my very first Fanfiction! *le gasp* Well my first that I submitted. I haven't seen the movie, but with all the Fanfiction I've read for it it sort of feels like I have! :) I was just bursting with ideas to write down, and I knew I had to put them somewhere! So what better place than here where you all can tell me how aful my writing is? T-T I'm sure it is, but please ENJOY!
Prologue
North was a busy man.
Busy making millions of toys for children, busy keeping his workshop organized, and busy making sure those blasted elves stayed out from underneath his feet and the feet of his yetis. And then, even as he was busy doing those things, about ten other things called for his attention! Yes he was a very busy man, even on his alleged "off-days" which, to the best of his memory, he could not remember ever getting. Truthfully, North couldn't remember the last time that he had actually had a vacation day. The only day he could think of that maybe qualified for it was the day after Christmas. On December 26th, children were so busy playing with this year's toys and goodies that they hardly had thoughts to write new letters to Santa about gifts for this year. North often took this day to re-organize and re-group the workshop to make it suitable to work in for the new upcoming year.
Currently he stowed away inside his office, away from all the hustle and bustle outside in the halls of the pole. North had taken the large piles and bags full of children's letters to him, and had begun to sort them by continent. He was working on six large piles now (excluding the continent of Antarctica, as no child could send him letters from there!) and had just finished filing the last letter from a little French girl into the Europe pile. Standing back to admire his work, the uniform, neat piles stared proudly back at him.
You can imagine his surprise—and rage—when the large double doors to his office burst open unexpectedly behind him.
It was a fiasco; papers from every pile flew in all directions, the North America stack toppling completely over and spewing papers all over the floor at North's feet. North stood in horrified shock as the Asia stack—or was it the Africa stack?—got completely confused with the letters from South America. All his work for the morning was ruined.
Snapping out of his shock and letting the rage settle in, North gave a furious bellow and tugged at his snowy white beard in frustration.
"PHIL!" the large Russian man cried. "HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I—!"
"Oh dear, look at the mess I've made,"
North froze completely.
The voice that had cut him off had been cold, slithery, and certainly, most definitely, not a yeti. This voice was cruel and cunning, like the stranger you've never met yet you can almost always place the voice. It alone was enough to strike fear into the great Guardian of Wonder, and North found that his chest was tight with dread. His throat was frozen and his tongue was fat with words he could not find the strength to say. He fought against the tremors that threatened to seize him, but when he found his voice returning to him their persistent shake was present. All he could do was utter a single, terrified whisper.
"Pitch,"
A-a-a-annd...that's it for now. In the next chapter I will introduce my OC. She is NOT a Mary-Sue, for all of you out there who hate on OC's. PLEASE R&R! I love criticisms. Do your worst. *Ducks in cover*