Candlehead stared at Fannar, her expression of fear replaced with sheer confusion. She had never felt more idiotic in her life, and that was saying a lot. This giant, intimidating man offering her some milk and cookies? It was the very last thing she ever would have anticipated.
"Well?" Fannar asked again. "These things aren't getting any warmer, now are they?"
Candlehead, still staring at him, quickly snatched away a cookie and took a bite, and prepared to spit it out. But instead, she swallowed it whole after a moment, and promptly snatched the entire plate away and dug in like a hungry dog.
After about a minute, Candlehead wiped some crumbs off her face and opened her mouth to speak, only to burp loudly. Fannar frowned slightly, resulting in Candlehead saying, "Sorry!"
After an awkward moment, Candlehead spoke once more. "Where am I, whoever you are?" She asked in a demanding tone of voice. "And who are you?"
"I'm Fannar Claus, St. Nick's big brother," Fannar introduced. "I'm also the villain of this new game."
Candlehead's jaw dropped. "Then shouldn't you be, well, mean?" She asked, confused. "I'm only mean during game hours," Fannar stated. "And from what I know, new games aren't allowed to be played until a day after they are plugged in."
"But, you were...stalking me," Candlehead said. Fannar rubbed his icy head.
"I wasn't stalking you," He said. "I had to keep you out of the direction you were going."
Candlehead stared at him, dumbfounded. "I was just following that sign that said Santa's quirk job, and then from those nice pack of wolves," She said. Fannar couldn't help but chuckle.
"You asked directions from the wolves?" He asked. "They can't tell where their cave is, let alone Santa's workplace." Candlehead twiddled her fingers, a little embarrassed . "In that case, where was I headed?" She asked, a little nervous.
Fannar suddenly stopped laughing and his tone grew more serious. "You were not only heading in the opposite direction to the workplace, you were heading in deadly trouble." Candlehead gulped.
"What do you mean, trouble?" She asked, shivering. "You were heading in the direction of the frostbites!" He revealed. Candlehead's pupils shrank in terror when she heard that sentence.
"F-Frostbites?" She stuttered. "What are those?"
Fannar shook his head. "We shouldn't talk about them," He said. "However, they are incredibly dangerous. Do you understand?"
Candlehead drank from her hot chocolate as she started processing what she had been told. "Yes, Fannar, I understand," She said in a quiet voice after a moment. She then saw that her arm was bandaged.
"What happened to you anyways?" Fannar asked. "I just saw you unconscious while Mr. Artie was tending to you."
Candlehead's eye flinched. "Tending to me? He tried to kill me!"
Fannar's eyes widened. "Artie tried to kill you?" He asked, clearly shocked. Candlehead nodded. "Yeah, he scratched me with his claws and knocked me into the wall," She explained. "Didn't you know?" Fannar shook his head.
"Why, that just doesn't seem possible," He said. "I thought a big piece of ice hit you." He looked away from Candlehead, rubbing his head even more. Candlehead's eyebrow raised in curiosity.
"He's a bear, what do you expect?" She asked. Fannar turned to stare at her.
"I know Mr. Artie. He would never hurt a fly."