"Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas!"

Vanellope's mouth dropped open in shock and disbelief. It was really him. The great Santa Claus himself!

Santa, his long white beard hanging from his face, was sitting in a red chair and was laughing so loudly he shook the wall. Vanellope could see a long paper, with the bolted words at the top. One was labelled Naughty, and the other was labelled Nice. Several names were below them.

Naughty:

Gene

Creamy Buttercap

Witchy Halloweena

Taffyta Muttonfudge

Cy-Bug

Fannar

Tom

Nice:

Fix-It Felix, Jr.

Wreck-It Ralph

Tamora Jean Calhoun

Candlehead

Rancis Fluggerbutter

Zangief

Licorice Liqued

All the elves, except Tom

"Hey, where am I on that list?" Vanellope questioned. Santa stops laughing. Then, in a booming voice, he states, "I haven't finished the list yet. I'm a busy man, you must know."

Vanellope nodded and pretended to listen. However, just as she opened her mouth to respond, Santa raised his large hand and cut her off. "By the way, who might you be, little one?" He asked.

"Don't you dare call me little, chubby!" Vanellope warned. Santa continued to smile despite the insult. However, he did respond with, "Ho, ho, ho, looks like somebody's getting coal!"

"Sweet mother of monkey milk, I apologize for that comment!" Vanellope apologized immediately. Santa chuckled rather smugly.

"Well, anyways, who are you?" He repeated. "My name is President Vanellope von Schweetz of the Sugar Rush Kingdom," Vanellope introduced. "And I know who you are. You're Santa Claus."

"Right you are," Santa Claus responded. "And I see when you are sleeping, and I know when you're awake."

"That's...a pretty creepy thought," Vanellope whispered. Santa Claus paled a bit. "Don't take that literally," He reassured. Vanellope breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, anyways, I need your help on something," She said.

"Don't worry, I can do anything," Santa reassured. "Okay, so Fannar conjured a blizzard, and I need you to stop it," Vanellope explained. Santa paled even more. "Oh, I can do anything except for that," He admitted.

Vanellope's eye twitched. "Are you kidding me?" She shouted. "You're the great St. Nick himself but you can't stop a snowstorm?"

"That's why I have Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer to guide me while I deliver my presents," Santa explained. Vanellope face palmed.

"Well, things are a little worse than that, St. Nick," She said. "What did he do now?" Santa asked. "He sent one of his blizzards while a friend of mine named Candlehead was going out to meet some new people in your game, and she was swept out into Fannar's regions," Vanellope explained.

Santa's blue eyes widened in shock. "T-That's horrible!" He said. "If she's with him, she could very well be an icicle!"

"I get it," Vanellope mumbled. "However, me and my friends were going off to find her. Willow and Wynter were guiding us." Santa raised an eyebrow. "Those two don't know very much about directions," He revealed.

"Then how can they guide them into the regions without getting themselves in trouble?" Vanellope asked. Santa shrugged. "Willow did have a knack for getting into trouble. Hopefully Mr. Artie and those wolves could help you with directions."

"That's another thing I should bring up," Vanellope said, disappointed of being reminded of the wolf pack. "Those furry fiends attacked us! They bit us and I nearly got killed!"

Santa nearly fell out of his chair in shock. "W-What?" He sputtered. "Those wolves aren't the type to do that. They're a little snobby, but they're good people, er, animals."

"The elves told me that too," Vanellope said. "But seriously, those wolves are vicious. And to think, Rancis and Witchy and Taffyta and those two orphans are all out there alone with those wolves. And Candlehead is lost all by herself."

"I still don't understand why those wolves attacked you," Santa Claus admitted. "That's the second last thing I would expect to happen."

"What's the last thing you would expect?" Vanellope mused. "Fannar being good," Santa responded. "Well, anyways, help me out here," Vanellope said. "Why would those wolves attack us. The elves said you would have an answer for me, so what is it?"

Santa sighed. "Well, I do have one explanation," He revealed. Vanellope's eyes twinkled and a smile showed on her face. "Well, what is it?" She asked, clearly excited. Santa opened his mouth to respond, when suddenly, the windows burst open and snow and hail soared through the room.

Vanellope shrieked in terror as she was engulfed with snow and ice. "Get down!" Santa shouted and pushed her out of the way of a spear-shaped icicle. Billy and Tom rushed over to try and shut the windows, but they were immediately pushed back by the full might of the snowstorm.

"It's the blizzard!" Mr. Short shouted through the sounds of ice smashing against the walls. "It's stronger than ever! It's entering through the windows!"

"Sweet mother of monkey milk!" Vanellope cried as a large snowball struck her in the face, knocking her over. Mr. Short, Billy and Tom rushed over and grabbed her right before she hit the ground and promptly rushed over to the open door.

"Go!" Santa shouted. "We have to get into the basement before the blizzard freezes everything in the workshop!"

He gestured for the three elves and Vanellope to leave the room before following them outside, shutting the doors behind him.

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"Willow, this blizzard is intensifying!" Rancis shouted over the sound of the snow blowing in all directions. Everyone was struggling to move through the rough, icy terrain. Ever since the blizzard had struck, the snow on the ground had become higher and thicker. The snow was up to the children's waists at this point. They were all shielding their eyes as they walked to avoid being struck in the face by ice.

"I know where we're going," Willow reassured. "We should go get help somewhere," Taffyta suggested. "Who's going to help us out here?" Willow asked. "Everyone probably hid away the moment the blizzard struck."

"Funny, because I can see someone in the distance," Taffyta revealed and pointed to the left. Everyone turned around and stared where she was pointing.

A large figure was standing in the distance. It was massive, with large arms and gigantic hands. It was too dark to see who it was through the darkening skies and the snow and hail obscuring everyone's views.

"Is that Fannar?" Licorice asked. "No, it looks...bigger," Willow whispered, shaking with fear.

The figure stomped towards the six shivering children, and finally they could see him.

He had white fur and brown, bear-like paws and feet with five sharp, deadly claws at the ends of his fingers and toes. He had a row of sharp, fanged teeth, and his eyes were pitch black. He was breathing heavily.

The children froze and their eyes shrunk in terror as they realized what they were staring at.

It was an Abominable Snowman.