I had the idea to write another fanfiction for Klaus, but didn't play around with the idea because of my self-doubt. I planned to put it off until I decided to kill time and write it.

It's told in Klaus' point-of-view. I wasn't sure how to write from his perspective,so that's why I didn't write it right away. This was also I bit of a challenge, which I took and here it is now.

There's also some explaining, which you'll see at the bottom.

I hope you're all ready for my new fanfic. ^_^

I never would've believed it when it happened. I remember the day I met him, the postman. Jesper Johansson. Life in Smeerensburg was much different before he came along. Before him, there wasn't as much chaos as there was when he arrived. I lived with my parents in one of the many townhouses. Even at that young age I had a knack for building toys. I made them and showed them to my parents. My parents liked seeing me make my toys, even when the feuds were raging on.

We didn't have a functioning school, but my parents taught me whatever they could. I studied while balancing my toy making. It was a pleasant life for the most part.

Then I met her.

Lydia. She came to Smeerensburg when I was in my twenties. She was from Bukovinia. She wanted to open an antique store, but was surprised to see a ramshackle town with its people battling each other. I saw her get off the boat and she was ready to turn back until I decided to introduce her to the town. She was more than grateful and I led her through the town. We bypassed the Krums and the Ellingboes, trying to avoid getting struck by a weapon. No one took to Lydia's arrival kindly, they saw her as an outlander, as I was. You never would've believed it, but I wasn't from Smeerensberg either. My parents traveled to this place when they got married. Apparently, a friend of my parents told them about Smeerensberg. My parents had never even heard of it until that day. They saved up enough money to travel to Smeerensberg, eager to see what it was like. My parents' friend didn't tell them what the island was like, resorted to keeping it a surprise. And boy what a surprise they got.

I don't judge them for their choices, but even back then I didn't feel connected to Smeerensberg. When I was old enough to live on my own, I planned on leaving until I met Lydia. I changed my mind the day I met her, and I knew I was meant for her. I introduced her to my parents, who readily welcomed her. We didn't get married right away, we took our time and waited for the right moment.

One day, after three years of dating, I took her into the woods, and traveled further than I usually did. We idly talked as we trekked further into the mountain, and found a trail. We chased each other until we found the forest, laughing giddily. We were in awe at the sight of the forest, and the further we walked, the further we were to finding a surprise. And we found it. A clearing. It rested in the midst of tall trees surrounding in a circle. It was a beautiful sight to behold, and I couldn't stop smiling. Lydia never stopped pointing it out.

After we left, we returned home, going straight to my parents' house—where I was still living—and told them about the clearing we found. They were delighted to hear we had a good time, but my mother was still worried about my father. He had been ill for a while, but it was getting worse this time. That's when I knew what I had to do. The next day, I waited for Lydia at the town square. I saw her five minutes later, and I was ready. She walked up to me, I held her hands. I got down on one knee, and asked her to marry me. Lydia was ecstatic, and I couldn't be more happier. The wedding took place a month later. I know what you're thinking, but even the clans take the time to oversee a wedding. The leaders of the Krums and Ellingboes came to the wedding, seeing us off to our new life.

It took a week for Lydia and I to take whatever belongings we were going to take to our new home. Building our new cabin took about two weeks, along with the stables.

A week later, my father died. His funeral was held a few days later. The whole town attended. Despite being a feuding clan, even they had to stop and mourn the death of a citizen. After the funeral, I asked my mother to come with us, but she insisted that she wanted to stay in the town, that the cabin I build was only for me and Lydia. My mother could be stubborn when she wanted to be, and this was a conversation I was going to lose. I didn't bother my mother about it and went on to live in the cabin, away from all the fiascos.

The first few years were enjoyable ones. We tried to have a child during the first year we were married. She didn't get pregnant, but I wasn't bothered by it. I busied myself building toys and tending to the daily chores. Going out to resupply took most of the day. Two years later, I find out my mother died from one of the Krums. I was devastated and I told Lydia, who was just as devastated as I was. The funeral was held a week later, and the town attended. Both my parents were dead, and there was nothing I could do except take on the life I made for myself.

Lydia and I were still trying to have a child, and I was still busying myself with building toys. I wanted to give out children everything we never had, hoping the town's influence could never reach them. Years passed, and still, Lydia couldn't get pregnant. I wasn't giving up hope and I was still building toys. The cabin was filled with toys, enough to fill a toy store. It would've made ahold business.

After a few years, Lydia and so stopped trying. A year after we stopped, she got sick. I was sure that she was going to get better, even when she didn't believe me. I told her she was going to get better. I wanted to believe myself even when I knew should never recover. After a few days, she died in her sleep. I contacted the clans, telling them my wife died, and the funeral was held a week later.

After that, I was alone.

I spent several years alone with no one but my loneliness to keep me company. I stopped making toys. To distract myself from my grief, I built birdhouses. Lydia loved birds, so I thought that by building birdhouses, I could somehow keep her memory alive. I had always believed in the supernatural, so I thought maybe she was still there. Watching over me. I rarely took trips to the town, going only when I needed to resupply. Taking hikes in the woods helped clear my head when I thought about Lydia, and the life I had before she died. I spent hours of my life pining for it back.

Then he came.

Jesper Johansson. The bumbling postman. The postman before him didn't last a week, he couldn't stand the town and took the boat back to the mainland. I expected Jesper to do the same. But I was proven wrong.

I saw a drawing drift out of Jesper satchel. A child's drawing. I felt something I couldn't explain, but knew I had to do something. I took a toy frog and wrapped it, hiking to the town, where I saw Jesper about to leave. I showed him the drawing and he took me to the house. We arrived, and I had Jesper deliver the package inside the house. I watched, but when I saw that Jesper was in trouble, I headed inside, scaring away the dogs. But when I saw the boy play with the frog toy, I felt a spark I didn't know I could feel. It was like something had filled the void. I didn't expect to feel it again.

I expected Jesper to leave after that night, but he came to me again, convincing me to deliver toys to the children. I wasn't interested at first, but I felt inspired after I felt a strange glimmer in the wind. I complied, and joined Jesper on his deliveries. Letters came to Jesper's post office, he would go over them and at night, we'd deliver the toys. The more toys we delivered to the children, the more things changed. The town and its people changed. The Krums and the Ellingboes would eventually catch on, even as I helped Jesper in his deliveries. It was only a matter of time.

It was proven true when one night we were on our way to town and the clans were ready to ambush us. Luckily we escaped, but the wheels on the carriage were dismantled and we flew over the town, and we landed ungracefully, the reindeer being released from their reins. The next day I remade the carriage into a sleigh. Jesper told me all about the children thinking that my reindeer can fly or that I'm magic. It was normal in their innocence to believe what they hear, and it was downright hilarious. Jesper pointed out that we were running low on toys and I was glad to have less toys to deliver. I was looking forward to no more late night deliveries. What I didn't expect was to have Jesper in my home, going over a plan to continue delivering toys. I didn't understand what he's getting at, but I wasn't having it. When he pulled off a sheet from a cabinet I haven't looked at in years, I snapped. I ordered him to leave and I was left alone in my grief.

I spent the night thinking, looking at the cabinet. It was going to be filled with smaller statuettes. Statuettes of the children Lydia and I would have had. I wanted to stay mad at Jesper, but couldn't turn him away after all he and I went through. I went I got town and found him sat his post office asleep after trying to build a sled. I took over, and when he woke up, he helped me build the sled. When we were finished, we took the ferry to the other side of the island, rode across frozen ice and found the Sami settlement. We left the packaged sled next to the tent that belonged to Màrgu and her parents. Jesper and I wait, and when morning arrived, Màrgu came out of the tent, overjoyed to see her present. Her parents were also glad to see their daughter happy to receive a present. We watched her play on her sled, filling the air with her laugher. It made my heart soar.

A while after that day, I told Jesper about my wife Lydia. How we wanted to have many children, why the cabin was filled with so many toys. I told him about how she was never able to conceive, how she got sick and died. After that I decided to go ahead with Jesper's plan to continue delivering toys. I told him it was what Lydia would have wanted, and she would have wanted us to do it. To my surprise, the Sami came after Màrgu told them about her new sleigh. They came to the cabin, milling about, helping with the plans. Jesper brought Alva, the schoolteacher. She was awed to see the cabin functioning like a factory. And we had fun. All of us.

It was Christmas Eve. The Sami dressed me in red and blue, which I thought was a little embarrassing at the time, and was ready to deliver toys. Then, he came. Jesper's father. The Krums and Ellingboes were the ones who contacted him about his delivery of 14,000 letters out of Smeerensburg. Then came the mention of the deal Jesper made with his father; of coming home. I was disappointed in him. He played us all for fools, making us think he could change the town. I was blinded my anger to even want to listen to what he had to say. The second he was gone, the moment Alva told me what her students told me: that their parents were planning an ambush tonight. We jumped into action.

We had a plan of our own: take a sack full of decoy toys and when the clans came, they would destroy the decoys, and afterward, we would deliver the real toys. That's what we were going to do. When night came, we were all ready. The Sami were securing the sack onto the sleigh, and I'd be on my way...when they came. The Ellingboes and the Krums. I didn't want to fight, so I was ready to let them take the decoys. Of course, it would've happened the way I planned it when Jesper came. He jumped off the roof of my cabin and onto the sack. Of course, the reindeer weren't tied to their reins, so Jesper and I went slide brought the forest with him ranting on how he would never have left the sleigh unsecured.

I listened to his prattle as we were being chased by the clans on their own sleds. I was still mad at Jesper for his betrayal, but I couldn't sit there and do nothing. I took the reins and maneuvered through an ice cave. I almost had a heart attack when Magdalone came crashing through the cave wall on a tiny sled. It surprised me that the sled could support her. We made it out of the cave, and time was running out. We were on the verge of falling over a cliff, and the sack was in danger of falling over with the decoys. I probably should've told him the plan, but I decided to let him continued thinking these were the real toys.

I tried to convinced him to let go of the sack but he was resilient. I didn't want to see him fall, but he was bent on fixing everything. Miraculously, the sack stopped at the edge of the cliff with Jesper safely holding on to it. But then Mrs. Krum cut the sack open and the decoys fell out, plummeting for the ravine. Jesper was in despair, but I couldn't intervene yet.

I heard him quote Lydia's phrase. It surprised the clans, even me. We all watched as Magdalone arrived with Olaf in her arms. They had fallen in love, apparently. What a punch to the face that was to the clans. Jesper and I watched the clans follow them back into the forest, calling out to the them, but their cries would all be in vain.

Jesper asked me why I wasn't upset about the toys falling over when he stepped on what he thought was a wrapped present but was actually a log. I told him the plan when Alva arrived with the real presents. The look on Jepser's face, I'll never forget it. But it was for his own good that he stay unaware until the end. After that, we delivered the toys. We sat on a snowy hill, watching the children unwrap their presents and celebrate. Things couldn't be more happier.

Of course, the rest of the town turned for the best. Within a year, after trying to break them apart, Magdalone and Olaf got married. The whole town was there, but the leaders weren't exactly happy to see their children married. They had to remain civil for them.

Four years later, Jesper and Alva got married. I was the best man, and Jesper's father cam to attend the wedding, happy to meet his new daughter-in-law. It was a beautiful wedding. Even more beautiful than my own.

Time went by, and the town slowly changed. A true act of goodwill always sparks another. That's what Lydia used to say. She believed Smeerensburg could change, but I didn't believe it. I was so used to all the chaos and fighting that all these changes made me nervous. But she was right; Smeerensburg did change. And nothing would make it turn back to how it was.

Two years later, Alva gave birth to twins. A boy and a girl. Simon and Jane. I was there the day they were born. They were so tiny, bright eyes and miniature fingers. They were adorable. I came to see them whenever I could. I watched them grow, and my heart was just filled with joy. I gave them presents on Christmas, the smiles on their faces when the opened their gifts. Alva and Jesper were proud.

Then, after twelve years, it happened.

I was about to chop wood when I heard a whisper in the wind. It rattled the numerous birdhouses and I followed the wind toward the forest's entrance. And that's when I knew what was happening.

I passed the mortal realm and ascended to a higher plane. I was alone at first, but then I saw her; Lydia. She was just as I remember her: brown hair to her shoulders, brown eyes, a gentle smile. She was even more beautiful than before.

I was no longer a mortal man, but a guardian. I would watch over the children of the world and deliver toys every Christmas. I had my own domain to oversee. Though Smeerensburg was were I started, I had my new ward on the North Pole. It was granted to me for my selflessness. I had a new team of reindeer on a pristine sleigh. And a new cabin to snub my old one in Smeerensburg. Of course, Lydia stayed my side, watching over the children with me.

I'm now a legend. A legend that would never die. Children look forward to Christmas to receive toys from Santa Claus—as I am now called. Songs are sung about me and of the joy I bring. It lightens my soul to see them happy. But I'm always grateful to return to Smeerengsburg, for I can see Jesper every Christmas, so that's also the reason why I look forward for Christmas. We all changed for the better that day, and things will continue to change.

So long as someone always has the will to spark an act of goodwill, anything can happen.

I had this headcanon surrounding both Klaus and Lydia. My headcanon is that both were not originally from Smeerensburg. They just don't look like they're from Smeerensburg, but that's just me.

I used a screenshot from the movie as my cover. I thought it was the perfect one to use. =)