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Session 3: Elf

In the chair sat a small figure, twiddling his thumbs before it turned to an all-out thumb war between his two hands.

"Name?"

The figure looked up with the jingle of a bell.

The therapist looked up from her papers and adjusted her glasses, "Yes, your name?"

His eyes darted both ways before he pointed at the pen.

The therapist glanced at it, "Your name's Pen? As in Poppy Pen?"

He shook his head and insisted on pointing at it.

Finally understanding, she handed him a paper and pen.

A few scribbles later and he held up the paper with extremely shaky handwriting.

She peered closely, "Pri . . . n . . . Pringle?" Nourie asked with a raised brow.

He nodded with an annoyed scowl.

"Right, um, Pringle the Elf, I'm assuming you know why you're here?" she felt ridiculous doing this.

The elf shook his head.

"Alright," she glanced at her papers, "Your boss has been complaining of extreme aggressiveness. You pushed Dimble the Horn Elf when he had his horn on and broke his skull. You punched another fellow elf at Jack's coronation at his pond when he harmlessly expressed his joy. You've bitten Jack multiple times." She leaned forward on her desk, "This is not good."

The elf frowned and started to tell his story through many hand gestures and voice effects and finished by pounding his fist in his palm many times.

After some silence, Nourie shut her mouth with an audible click and wrote something in her papers, "So, Mr. Pringle, unless you meant a fish jumped over MiM and landed in a pond before turning to a shark and you punched it when it came to attack you, I understood zip." She said.

Pringle did a facepalm.

The woman huffed, "Look, I'll help you with your problem. I want you to close your eyes and repeat this mantra in your head, 'I will not be Pringle the Aggressive, I will be Pringle the Adorable'."

The elf nodded and complied.

In a sudden show of skill, the therapist leaped from her chair to do a handstand on her desk and push herself off to land near her cupboard silently. There was even ninja music in the background from an unknown source. She fumbled with the key around her neck and opened a cupboard with it. Inside was a key which she took and rushed to the opposite cupboard and opened it to reveal another key and she rushed to the wall opposite to her desk to unlock the only square cupboard hanging on it. The cupboard was a bit high, but it was no match for her. Nourie leaped in the air, did a few roll flips and landed on top of the cupboard and unlocked it before climbing down.

The woman ran to the middle of the floor and placed the card from the cupboard on the only black tile in the room. It glowed purple and showed the picture of a unicorn. Nourie's eyes darted sideways before she quickly pressed on each eye and slid down its horn since the tile was like a touch device. The tile went into the ground and what got out was a pedestal with a small shaker. She took it, and everything returned as though the pedestal never came out, and she went to the cupboard hanging on the door to reveal a machine gun.

With a serious face, she placed the contents of the shaker into the machine gun and held it behind her body. How she managed to hide it behind her was unimaginable.

Quickly, Nourie returned to her desk and sat down, all signs of her ninja-kungfu-stealth skills were inexistent.

"Alright, you can open your eyes now, Mr. Pringle."


Outside, they heard a lot of banging and a woman screaming along with the squeaks of the elf. They all stared at the door and tried to move backwards with their chairs.

"How do you think it's going?" Bunny asked.

"Obviously, the woman is giving the anger issue elf the worst death imaginable." Pitch said, "I can smell its fear, very strong."

Jack deadpanned, "Not helping, Pitch."

"Well," he said as he turned to the winter spirit, "I'm just saying the truth. She's a psycho female who plans to kill any one of us who enters in her office."

Tooth cocked her head to the side, "Is this related to your fear of therapists and psychiatrists?" she asked innocently.

Everyone turned to stare at the dark spirit, who looked like he wanted to disappear.


Sometime later…

The door opened to reveal the elf's tiny figure looking completely different from the morning. It grinned so bright I, Moonlight, wondered why the heck I didn't just add a rainbow over it. Pringle ran and latched itself onto North's leg in a hug, giving the nicest smile to anyone who stared at him.

Pitch blinked and muttered, "The witch actually did something right this time..."

Jack inched slowly towards it and poked it quickly with his finger. Instead of having it get bitten off like he expected, it let go of North and latched onto Jack's hand in a hug.

The boy shook his hand a little to get the thing off, "Wow, the crazy lady did it. Pringle doesn't wanna kill me anymore."

Said woman was standing at the doorway, her hair a bit disheveled, her glasses were misplaced on her nose, and there was something odd about her, as though she decided to sprinkle sparkles on herself But other than that, she was grinning in a smug way with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Alright, you go on and I vill catch up." North said cheerily, "Ve need to celebrate vith ishriek!"

Sandy shook his head and made the picture of ice and a woman screaming while gripping her heart.

"Is vhat I say, Sandy." North insisted.

Bunny facepalmed, "North, it's ice-cream!"

As the rest left the building, North went to the woman standing in the door way.

"That vaz magnificent, Ms. Therapist!" he asked happily.

Her grin widened, "That's us, North, Successful Therapy; You give the problems, we fix 'em."

"Da, but how did you do it?"


The woman turned around and held the gun in front of her. With the manic gleam in her eyes she screamed as she shot pink sparkles at the poor elf,

"DIE, ANGER, DIEEEE!"


"That," she said, "Is an interesting question."


Elves, what are you gonna do?

I hope this was to your liking, although it would be easier to know what your liking is.

Jack Frost fans (especially fangirls) prepare yourselves!