A small girl was laying face-first in a blank sheet of clean snow. A girl wearing mainly pink, and had green hair, and a large candle on her head.
It was Candlehead.
The cake-themed girl was still unconscious after her winter wipe-out. Her candle had been blown off her head by the blizzard, and her skin was paler than usual. She had been like this for an hour.
Finally, there was a small stir. Her icy fingers started to twitch a bit and she started to lift herself out of the snow in one, undignified effort.
"Ggggggrrrrraaahhhhh," She half-moaned and half-yawned. Her eyes opened and her hands squeezed into the fragile snow covering her hands. She stared around the unfamiliar area like a young baby would look around at seeing it's first rays of light.
"Oh my goodness," She gasped in horror. "My poor candle!"
She wadded through the thick snow and towards her candle, which was barely visible due to being covered in snow. Digging into the snow with her bare hands, she yanked it out of the snow and tried to brush it off.
"My candle!" She whimpered after noticing her candle had been blown out. After staring at it for a moment in grief, she just shrugged. "Oh well," She muttered to herself and snapped her fingers. Instantly, another flame appeared.
Placing the candle back on her ice-coated head, she casually said to herself, "Now to get out of here. If only I could find a way."
She finally noticed that she was lost in the icy region. Her eyes widened as she took in just how unfamiliar the area seemed.
"This place is colder than Frosty Rally," She complained and started to walk through the thick snow. The blizzard had stopped for now and it was pretty easy to see. The place looked cleaner than Crumbelina's house.
Biting onto her finger to keep it from freezing, Candlehead's green eyes traced around and happened upon a brown object slightly obscured by snow in the distance. It was a sign.
"Yes, I'm saved!" Candlehead said, barely able to contain her laughter. Skipping through the snow, she stopped in front of the sign and brushed the snow off of it to see what the sign said.
SANTA'S WORKSHOP IS THREE METERS AWAY
"Yes, now to go and get Santa so I can get out of this place," Candlehead said to herself. She promptly turned and started walking. In the opposite direction the sign was pointing.
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"Reese cookies, I hope we find Candlehead soon," Rancis shuddered. The five racers, plus Willow and Wynter, had been wadding through the thick snow for a half hour. The five racers were already freezing cold and getting frost bite after having entered the region twenty minutes ago. Willow and Wynter, on the other hand, had barely even noticed the ice and snow that had become attached to their jackets.
"Remind me to execute you two after we're done this," Vanellope said towards Witchy and Licorice. "Unless the snow does it instead."
Witchy rolled her eyes. "What I'd give for Popsicella to be here," Licorice mumbled to herself. "She'd know what to do."
"Well, I'm not complaining," Taffyta stated smugly. "As long as I have my lollipop." She held her pink lollipop in her hand and raised it to show everyone. Rancis glared at her before snatching the lollipop away.
"Hey, give that back!" Taffyta cried. "It's mine!"
Rancis, without so much as a second thought, tossed it into a lake that for some reason hadn't frozen solid.
"My lollipop!" Taffyta shouted and sank to the ground in despair. "What am I going to do? I'm going to starve to death, and then I'll freeze to death, and then Fanny will make me into an ice statue!" She broke down sobbing.
"It's Fannar," Rancis corrected. "Shut up!" Taffyta shouted and sobbed again.
Vanellope face palmed. "And I thought the cops were drama queens."
"Hey, why don't we ask those two?" Licorice asked, gesturing towards Willow and Wynter. "They seem to know their way around the place."
Vanellope managed a weak smile before shuffling towards Wynter, who hadn't spoken a word the whole trip.
"So, Whitey, I heard you travelled all the way across this region to look for your sister," Vanellope said. Wynter completely ignored the fact that she had misspelled his name. Instead, he continued on walking as if he were deaf.
"Whitey, do you know where you're going?" Vanellope asked. When Wynter didn't respond, Vanellope snapped her fingers in front of his face. This time, he flinched a bit but still remained silent.
"Excuse me, mister, do you talk?" Vanellope asked. Wynter continued walking without saying a word, though he now seemed to be walking at a faster pace now. By now, Willow had stopped walking and was staring at the two curiously.
Vanellope tapped Wynter on the shoulder. "Whitey, just talk to me!" She practically shouted.
"It's Wynter, bozo!"
Vanellope jumped back. However, the shout hadn't come from Wynter, but from Willow. The young girl stomped towards the candy-coated president and pushed her slightly.
"His name is Wynter, not Whitey!" She repeated, offended. "Sorry, hot-pants, I get names like these confused sometimes," Vanellope defended. Willow pushed her again.
"Do you want us to lead you to your friend or not?" Willow asked. Vanellope bit her lip to keep from shouting at her.
"Well, why doesn't Wynter speak?" Licorice asked after a moments notice. Willow turned to face her. "He's just shy," She explained. "His game was plugged in not long ago. Why can't you respect that?"
"We do!" Licorice stated. Willow glared at Licorice, then at Vanellope, before grabbing Wynter and saying, "Come on, guys. It isn't getting any colder out here, is it?" She then shoved Vanellope to the ground with her other arm and walked off, still holding Wynter.
"And I thought my years of being bullied were over," Vanellope grumbled to herself before reluctantly continuing to follow Willow and Wynter.
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Candlehead was continuing to skip across the plain field of snow. "My goodness, there's been no sight of Santa's quirk job since I followed that sign," She said to herself in amazement. "I should never trust a sign again."
She then heard heavy breathing coming from near the edge of a forest. Her eyes darted around and she saw something in the distance. It was a pack of wolves, chomping on a bone and sharpening their claws on tree bark.
"Ooh, they look friendly," Candlehead said cheerfully. "I guess I should ask them for directions."
With that, she skipped happily towards meat-eating predators.