Inside, Snow Miser had his minions bring Nina a phone. As soon as she touched it, she shivered. "Allow me," said Snow, and he dialed a number.

"This phone is so 1970's," commented Nina.

"So is your hairdo, but I'm not complaining," Snow remarked. "It's ringing." He handed her the phone.

Nina waited, then she heard a female voice ask, "Hello?"

"Hello, who is this?"

"This is Mrs. Claus."

"Hello, Mrs. Claus. This is Nina Alvar. May I speak to Mr. Claus?"

"Of course. One moment."

A minute later, a male voice was heard over the phone. "Hello?"

Nina didn't speak for a moment. She wasn't sure if she was really speaking to Santa Claus. Slowly, she asked, "Is this Sa- I mean, Mr. Claus?" She tried sounding as polite and formal as possible.

"Yes, this is he."

Nina took a deep breath. "This is Nina Alvar. You probably don't know me, but I need your help. My plane got shot down, and I need to go down to the ground to find it. May I use one of your reindeer? I can pay you."

"No need to pay me. I'll be right there."

"I don't want you to go through any trouble."

"It's no trouble at all. I'll be there in a few minutes. Goodbye, now."

"Goodbye, sir." She hung up. Then, her face turned pale. "Wait. How will he know where I'm at?"

Snow Miser pointed to a screen behind her. "He could see you."

"Oh. That's very convenient."

"Yes. We can wait inside until he gets here."

"It'd be better to wait outside so he doesn't have to come to the door. Besides, it's the same temperature outside as it is inside."

"Suit yourself. I've got to make sure hothead is ready to go, anyway."

The two went outside and waited for Santa. Snow Miser called for his brother, who came outside his castle. "Yes, yes, I'm here. I hope he gets here soon so we can get this over with."

Sure enough, a sleigh pulled up a few minutes later. A jolly old man in a red suit and hat sat in the sleigh, which was pulled by reindeer. Nina could hardly believe her eyes. "It can't be..." she thought to herself.

The man in the sleigh, who was obviously Santa Claus, smiled at Nina. "Hello, there. So, you're having some trouble?"

"Y-yeah," Nina said, trying to steady herself. She pointed straight down. "My plane is right below. If I can just get down to it, I can take care of the rest."

"Alright. Hop in," Santa told her, cheerfully, patting the spot next to him.

Nina approached the sleigh, hesitantly. This was all so unreal, like some dream. As she stepped in, she began to fall forward. She prepared for it, but was surprised when she was suspended in the air. When she looked behind her, she saw Snow Miser holding onto her. "You should be more careful. You almost took a tumble into Mr. C."

Nina apologized to Santa, who chuckled. "It's quite alright," he said.

Nina sat by Santa, while Snow Miser stood by the sleigh. "Get in. You guys need to help me," Nina stated.

"Alright. Alright. Hold your horses." He sat in the back. Then, Santa drove the sleigh to the other side to Heat Miser. Heat grumbled and got in the back and sat by his half-brother. The two immediately began bickering. Nina tried suppressing her annoyance by ignoring them. She slowly turned her head and looked at Santa. Not wanting to make her astonishment obvious, she was going to start a conversation, but he spoke to her first.

"Nina Alvar. I remember you."

"What?" Nina was taken aback.

"Yes, of course. When you were 5, you wanted a pilot doll."

"I remember that. I still have her. She's sitting on one of my shelves."

Santa beamed. "It's always heartwarming when children grow up and achieve their dreams."

"Yes. That I did, I suppose." Her voice grew quiet.

"What's the matter?" the jolly old man seemed concerned.

"Nothing, sir. I'm just...worried about my plane."

"I see. Well, when we get there, we can help you fix it."

Nina shook her head. "I'll fix it, myself. I just wanted these two to come along so they could acknowledge the damage they did."

The brothers heard that and both shouted, "What?! You don't even want us to do anything?!"

"Well, except help look. I can fix the plane by myself, I hope."

They grumbled but didn't do much else.

When they got closer to the ground, the four began looking for the crashed plane. Nina described it in great detail. Snow said, "So, it's a green airplane that doesn't fly at the moment."

"Yeah, basically," replied Nina, rolling her eyes.

The search went on for half an hour before Nina pointed. "There!"

Santa lowered the sleigh. A green plane was on the ground in the middle of an icy field. Santa landed near the plane. Nina almost ran to it, but Santa warned her about the ice. Nina asked Heat to melt the ice so she could get to the plane. He sighed and did so, seeming a little smug because he was destroying something that was important to his half-brother.

Snow Miser got angry and said, "Enjoy your little victory while you can. As soon as she's done, that patch of ground is going to be iced up all over again."

Heat frowned. "Yeah, yeah, well, you just stay out of my territory!"

"You're in my territory right now! You're lucky that I'm not making you into an icicle!"

"Just try it, snowcone!"

"WILL YOU GUYS SHUT UP?! I CAN'T CONCENTRATE!" Nina yelled, looking in her plane for tools. She was able to find some, and she walked up to Santa. "Thank you so much. I'll be fine, now." She held out some money.

"Keep it. I'm just glad I could help," said Santa. "And, I won't leave you here. It's freezing."

"As soon as I fix my plane, I'll be able to leave. I have supplies, so I promise I'll be okay. Please. You've done enough."

Santa gently laid a hand on Nina's shoulder. "It's no trouble. We'll stay as long as we need to."

Nina looked surprised, but nodded. She immediately began repairing the plane.

Hours passed, and Nina said to the Miser brothers, "Well, congratulations. Your little spat ruined the last thing that meant anything to me. I hope you're happy." She threw down a wrench and walked away.

Snow Miser ran to her. "Can't you fix it?"

"I could, but it would take a long time, and I don't have weeks to fix it." She kicked some snow.

"Well, there's nothing we can do. Let's get out of here," said Heat Miser, getting in Santa's sleigh.

"Perhaps we can haul the plane to your home, Nina," said Santa.

"That would be too long of a trip," Nina said, shaking her head. "I can't just leave my plane here. I need it." She was running out of options.

All of a sudden, Snow Miser said, "You can stay at my place and repair the plane there if we can get it up there."

"It's really heavy."

"I wouldn't mind taking you down there until you're done fixing it," said Santa.

"That's very kind of you both," Nina said, touched by their generosity, though she really wasn't expecting much from either of the Miser Brothers. "I would greatly appreciate that. I promise to get out of your hair as quickly as I can."

"It won't be any trouble," said Santa.

"Aren't you really busy? It's almost Christmas," Nina brought up.

"Who cares?" Heat Miser asked, huffing.

Nina frowned. "Lots of people do. I'm just trying to be considerate."

"Why? People rarely give what they receive. It's not worth going out of your way to be nice."

"Being nice isn't about what you get in return; it's about doing what's right. You do have a point, though: people are selfish." She leaned against her aircraft, facing away from everyone.

Santa came up to her. "There is good in everyone, though."

Nina turned her head. Her eyes were filled with pain, though she tried to mask it. "I beg to differ. Humans are evil, deep down, but I don't wish to get into philosophy. I just want to fix my plane and go home."

Santa nodded, sadly, then said, "Well, Snow Miser has offered you a place to stay. Will you be able to handle the cold?"

"Why wouldn't she be able to handle it?" Snow asked.

"She's human. Humans can't handle extreme temperatures for long."

"Oh. That puts some things on ice."

"I'll be fine. I've got my coat and gloves," said the woman. "I'm not fragile."

"Alright, well, there's plenty of room in my place," stated Snow Miser. "It's been a while since I've had a guest."

"I'm honored," Nina said with a deadpan expression. She took a bag with her and got in the sleigh, then the rest of them got in there. Santa drove up and dropped everyone off, then rode away.