Santa's workshop was in total chaos, even moreso than before.
Half of the workshop had been totally obliterated, and was now lying in a giant pile of ice right next to the still-standing part of the building. On the ground, elves and reindeer were encased in blocks of ice, rendered unable to move.
Even the part of the workshop that was still mostly intact had experienced major constructional damage during the blizzards it had experienced throughout the day.
All the windows had been destroyed, and the elves that had not frozen over were taking the opportunity to scramble through the windows and scatter off into the forests and the outer regions.
As all the elves panicked, Santa burst out through the wall of the workshop. Instantly, the once-stable building crashed to the ground.
"Wait, listen all of you!" He shouted. Instantly, half of the elves fell back into order and grouped together in front of him; the other half had already taken off and were too far away to hear him.
"Look, my pointy-eared friends, I know Fannar has been causing a lot of trouble lately, but we need to remain calm and deal with this issue," Santa demanded. Some of the elves nodded in agreement, but quite a few were still uncertain.
"But boss, that will never happen as long as Fannar keeps sending these blizzards," Mr. Short reminded. Some of the elves mumbled in agreement, and Santa started pondering a response to this.
"You know what?" Santa said. "I'll deal with Fannar myself." Some of the elves gasped in shock.
"But he'll kill you," Mr. Short stated. "I'm in my own game," Santa reminded. "I'll regenerate."
The elves were still unsure. "But he could still freeze you in a block of ice, and you'll be immobile," Mr. Short mentioned.
"I can handle it," Santa reassured the elves. With that, he turned around to leave.
"WAIT!"
Santa spun around in shock to see Mrs. Claus, hobbling towards him on her cane, her blue eyes full of determination.
"If you're going to face off against your big brother, I'm coming to assist you," She stated firmly.
Santa was wide eyed in shock. "But honey, how could you help?"
"Face it, you big lug, when you have all of us by your side, we can accomplish anything," Tom said courageously. Some of the elves nodded.
"But..." Santa said but paused as he didn't know what else to say.
"Face it, St. Nick, we're coming with you," Mrs. Claus firmly stated. After a long tension, Santa Claus sighed heavily and gestured for his wife and the elves to follow him towards Fannar's lair.
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"Wait, you're name is Candlehead?" Wynter asked. Candlehead nodded cheerfully. "I even have the candle cap to prove it," She responded, removing her helmet to show to him.
"Okay, I'll remember that," Wynter replied sarcastically. "But, from what I remember, you're the girl those other children were looking for, right?"
"Other kids?" Candlehead. "Oh, you mean Vanellope and Taffyta. Yeah, I figured I was too important for them not to look for."
"In that case, THAT MEANS I FOUND YOU!" Wynter shouted unexpectedly and hugged Candlehead, much to her shock.
"Hey, watch the candle," She said and lightly shoved Wynter away. "Sorry about that, but this is so great!" Wynter shouted. "Finally, I have one issue off my back so we can deal with the other, bigger issue."
"What are you talking about, snow boy?" Candlehead asked. "And why did Rancis, Taffyta, Licorice, Witchy, and other you try to attack you?"
"That's...the bigger issue," Wynter said. "We've been constantly getting attacked by wild animals, but afterwards, those same wild animals would act like our friends. It just doesn't add up."
"Hey, now that you mention, the big bad bear attacked me once, but my new friend said that he's a big good bear," Candlehead mentioned.
"And who's that?" Wynter asked. "Fannar," Candlehead said bluntly.
"WHAT?!" Wynter shouted so loud the mountain shook and Candlehead tumbled onto the ground.
"W-What's wrong?" Candlehead asked, confused. "Fannar is the worst person you could possibly befriend!" Wynter shouted.
"Why?" Candlehead asked, somewhat offended. "Because he's been causing all these blizzards," Wynter responded.
Candlehead raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean he's been causing all these blizzards?"
"Ever since I found Willow back in Frosty Massif these snowstorms have been totally trashing the place. And there's only one person I know who can cause blizzards, and that's Fannar!" Wynter exclaimed.
"Do you even know the guy?" Candlehead asked. "I mean, I met him, and he seems pretty tragic to me. Everybody hates him."
"And for good reason," Wynter said. "He..."
Wynter suddenly stopped talking when he heard a sound in the distance. "Hey, do you hear that?" Candlehead asked. "Be quiet," Wynter whispered as he listened closer to the sound.
It was crying.
"That crying...it sounds so familiar," Wynter mumbled. "We have to find where it's coming from."
"Hey look, a convenient flight of stairs leading to where that crying sound is," Candlehead told Wynter, pointing to the convenient flight of stairs leading to where the crying sound is.
"Good job, Candlehead," Wynter complimented. "Now let's find that voice."
Wynter grabbed Candlehead by the arm and sprinted down the stairs with her. At the speed he was going, he should have slipped down the icy stairs, but for some reason he didn't.
It wasn't long before the two reached the end of the stairs. It was the same area that Willow had brought the group previously, and where she had transformed Vanellope into an ice statue.
"Wow, look at all these statues," Candlehead said to Wynter, tugging on his jacket. "There's one of a yeti, and a reindeer, and some elves, and even two children."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Wynter mumbled, obviously uninterested. "I just have to find whoever is crying." Instantly, the sobbing increased.
"Is anybody here?" Wynter asked. The crying simply grew louder. "I swear I recognize that voice," Wynter whispered to Candlehead. "I have to find it."
"Oh, well you look for that while I study the statue that bears an uncanny resemblance to Vanellope," Candlehead mentioned.
"Wait, Vanellope?" Wynter asked. "Yeah, this statue looks just like you, except it's a statue," Candlehead said.
Wynter took off towards the statue and his eyes widened in shock as he realized that it did indeed look just like the president of Sugar Rush.
"That's odd," Wynter said. But then something even odder happened.
The Vanellope statue started to melt.
"What the cupcakes is going on?" Candlehead asked in disbelief and jumped backwards. Instantly, the ice covering Vanellope became solid once more.
"Wait a minute, Candlehead, come closer to the statue," Wynter urged. After a moment, Candlehead obeyed and edged over to the statue. Instantly, the Vanellope statue melted once more.
"It's your candle!" Wynter realized. "It's melting the ice."
Soon enough, Vanellope was standing in a puddle of water, totally soaked.
"I've been having a bad day," She muttered. She then noticed Candlehead and shouted, "Candlehead! We found you!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Candlehead said in the same tone Wynter had said to her previously. "But we have more important things to deal with. Like this guys crying fetish."
"No, somebody here is crying, and I have to find who it is," Wynter explained. "And it's getting louder by the second."
Indeed, the crying was increasing in sound rapidly. Wynter quite honestly felt like he was standing right next to whoever was sobbing. And then he turned around, and saw that he was.
The Willow statue, the look of horror still on her face, had tears streaming down her frozen eyes. Wynter stared at the statue hard for a moment.
"Wynter, why are you staring at the statue like that?" Candlehead asked. Wynter responded not with words, but with actions. He snatched Candlehead's candle cap right off her head and held it close to the Willow statue. Instantly, the Willow statue started to melt as well.
Vanellope's jaw hit the floor while Wynter's eyes started filling with tears himself as realization dawned upon him.
The statue melted and a young girl collapsed to the floor, her long brown hair wet and matted to her face and her bright blue eyes pouring with tears.
Wynter just stared down at the girl in absolute shock and disbelief. The wretched girl glanced up at him, her face showing equal confusion. There was a long silence, as if the two children were still frozen.
It took a minute, but the two finally managed to exchange two words:
"W-Wynter?"
"W-Willow?"