"You two did what?!" Vanellope shouted. Both Witchy and Licorice were standing inside the throne room with Vanellope. Witchy was wringing her arms, fearful, while Licorice was staring at the ground, somewhat humiliated.

"You know how Candlehead gets with issues like these," Vanellope scolded. "She'll do anything you tell her."

Sour Bill was standing next to Vanellope, watching to see what would happen next. Rancis and Taffyta were standing in front of the door, anticipating the two's punishment.

"Well I didn't think she would actually listen to us," Witchy defended. "I didn't know she didn't understand the concepts of sarcasm."

"Oh boy," Vanellope face-palmed. Rancis, who was twiddling his fingers, finally spoke up.

"President Vanellope von Schweetz, I don't think yelling at these two is going to solve anything," He said. "Even if the witch girl does deserve it." Witchy turned around to glare at him angrily.

"Anyway, we shouldn't stand around pointing fingers, we have to go to that Christmas game and get Candlehead back," Rancis continued. Vanellope nodded. "Okay, you're right Rancis, let's just get Candlehead and we're out of that game."

"In that case, we'll be going," Witchy stated and turned to sprint away with Licorice, but Vanellope grabbed both of them by the collars. "Oh no you don't," Vanellope said, grinning. "You have to face some punishment for what you did, and that's going to be coming with us."

Witchy felt like she had been shot in the face. "But, it's a Christmas game, I don't do that," Witchy stuttered. "Well you're going to be stepping out of your little Halloween territory, Halloweena," Vanellope mused and dragged the shell-shocked racers out of the door, followed by Rancis and Taffyta.

"Um, President, we're coming with you," Wynchel and Duncan said in unison. "We don't want you getting hurt."

"Don't worry guys, it's just going to be a quick run-in," Vanellope reassured. When she was sure they weren't listening, she quietly whispered to Rancis, "I don't think they would be much help anyways." Rancis chuckled a bit.

With that, Vanellope, Rancis, Taffyta, and the two reluctant scrappies bolted out of the door. The moment they were gone, Sour Bill actually managed to chuckle.

"Well I guess that means I'm in charge," He stated. Wynchel and Duncan groaned.

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The three elves were sitting in a corner, drinking coffee. "I tell you, when Willow returns I am personally giving her a spanking," The first elf exclaimed and he continued to chug down the last of the coffee.

"If this game gets put out of order because she didn't show up, I may do even worse," The second boasted. "And where's Wynter, the little brat. He of all children should be here now."

"He said something about going to search for Willow," The third explained. "But this game really is in trouble if those two don't show up."

Just then, somebody knocked on the door. "This had better be them," The second stated through gritted teeth. He stomped over to the door and kicked it open, and low and behold, it was the five Sugar Rush racers, all shivering in the cold.

"Mister, uh, could we come inside for a moment," Vanellope asked, freezing from the inside out. Instead, the elf stomped his foot in anger.

"Darn it, it's not them," The elf groaned and slammed the door of the five before returning to drink the rest of his coffee.

"Uh, Tom, shouldn't we let them in?" The first asked. The second, identified as Tom, simply huffed. "I bet their related to that pig-tailed, head-petting big brat. What was her name? Candy head?"

There was another knock on the door. "Oh for goodness sakes, can't they respect that we want them all to die in the freezing cold?" Tom moaned. The first elf thumped over to the door.

"Let's see what they want now," The elf moaned and opened the door. This time, however, there were two more kids at the door. The five freezing Sugar Rush racers were staring at them, confused.

The first was a young girl who appeared to be around nine years old. She was wearing a purple jacket and had red gloves on. Her face was somewhat paled and had a small dusting of freckles around her cheeks and nose. For some odd reason she wasn't wearing a hat, and her dark brown hair was blowing towards one side by the wind.

The second was a boy, who seemed slightly younger. He looked practically identical to the girl standing next to him, but he was actually wearing a fuzzy blue hat. He was clearing freezing out in the cold blizzard, but the girl was simply standing next to him, showing no signs of illness or injuries at all.

The three elves glared daggers at the girl.

"WILLOW, YOU FROZEN DAUGHTER OF AN ICE CUBE!" Tom shouted. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG WE'VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR YOU!?"

"Yeah," The first elf agreed. "We had to spend three minutes checking the forest! Do you have any idea how tiresome that was?"

"I outta twist that thin neck of yours and snap your icy legs!" The third threatened. Ironically, it was the boy that trembled with fear, while the girl, identified as Willow, barely moved at all, her expression dulled. Rancis waved towards the elves to get their attention.

"Um, guys, I was thinking, maybe you could…I don't know, let us in…" Rancis stuttered, pausing due to the blizzard outside. Instead the three elves stamped their feet.

"Stay out of this, you nosy younglings!" Tom bellowed.

Rancis, Taffyta, Witchy and Licorice backed away a bit, but Vanellope stomped over to the three elves and slapped all three of them across the face.

"Hey, you pointy-hatted midgets, will you let us inside or not?" She asked. "Oh, sure thing, come in, you little brats," Tom mumbled, rubbing his sore cheek. Witchy scooted over and kicked Tom in the face.

"Who's little?" She asked as she glared down at the small elf. He gulped in fear and took one step backwards.

"Who are these two anyway?" Vanellope asked and gestured towards the two other children, who were currently drinking the three elves' coffee.

"Those are Willow and Wynter, two of the three heroes of this game," The first elf explained. Vanellope's left eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"Who's the third hero?" She asked. The first elf remained quiet, but Tom spoke up and answered the question.

"They call him…Santa Claus."