The whole place was absolutely enveloped in snow. Across the entire game, a thick blanket of snow, deeper than the Nesquick sand hole, engulfed the terrain. There was no inch or quarter mile that wasn't overwhelmed by frozen vapour.

The blizzard had all but ended, but the damage had already been done. There was not a soul to be seen across the terrain. Everyone had been buried under the might of this white precipitation.

"Ugh!"

At least, until now.

A tiny hand punched its way to the surface. Spitting snowflakes out of her mouth, Willow climbed out of the snow. A pile of snow had agglomerated onto her clothing and face, and her eyes were glistening as he snow over her eyes melted and poured down her face, giving the impression of crying.

A gloved hand burst out of the ground, catching Willow's eye. Another hand made its way to the surface as well. A boot burst form the ground and Willow instantly grabbed it and yanked it out of the ground, revealing Wynter.

"Well, our little confrontation went well, didn't it?" Wynter muttered sarcastically after Willow set him on the ground. Casting a glance at the unfamiliar terrain, he then said, "Where are we anyways?"

"Wait, why are you asking me that?" Willow asked. "I'm just as lost as you are, how should I know?"

Wynter shrugged half-heartedly. "Where are the others, anyways?"

"We're lost, Wynter," Willow responded glumly. "Our best hope is to move off somewhere and find people."

"Yeah, but who?" Wynter asked. "And how do we know they can be trusted. And how come we don't know where we are in our own game? And why is it that the only person within range just happens to be my only programmed relative? And why did those Frostbites immediately decide to unleash another blizzard when they could of just froze us on the spot…"

"STOP. ASKING. QUESTIONS." Willow punctuated for emphasis. Wynter immediately shut up, but whispered, "But where do we go?"

Willow glanced to an icy mountain that was a kilometre off in the distance. At the same time, Wynter looked over and noticed several mountains around a mile away.

"Let's go!" They both shouted at the same time and took off, Willow towards the ice mountain and Wynter towards the farther away mountains. However, both halted when they realized the other wasn't following and turned around.

"Wynter, we're going to that mountain," Willow said.

"But I know those ice mountains," Wynter argued. "They look like the ones around Frosty Massif. Maybe the others are still there."

"Wynter, those mountains are way farther off," Willow said. "We should probably go to the other mountain. It's a much shorter walk."

"But Willow-"

"Do as I say! I'm programmed older than you!" Willow snapped. With a groan of annoyance, Wynter turned to his sister's direction and slowly followed her off to the mountain ahead of them.

(Scene Transition)

Vanellope glitched her out of the snow. She was soaking wet, and her hair was matted on her face, obscuring her view. However, she scarcely noticed.

"Rancis?" She shouted. "Witchy? Candlehead? Taffyta?"

Her calls were answered as all of the racers burst out of the snow. Aside from being covered in snow, they all seemed physically well. Except Taffyta, who was still frozen in ice.

"Will someone unfreeze her already?" Vanellope mumbled, irritated. "Don't worry, I got this," Candlehead said and held her candle close to Taffyta. Instantly, the ice melted and Taffyta collapsed on the ground.

"This is the worst day of my life!" Taffyta complained. "Shut up!" An agitated Witchy bellowed. Taffyta instantly shut her mouth.

"Okay, next time, we better come up with a better plan than the one we came up with earlier on," Licorice said, resulting in a collective groan from the other racers.

"Well we can't stay here," Vanellope said. "Those Frostbites are bound to start searching this place like an Devil Dog searches his wife's trunk."

"Gross!" Taffyta said, revolted.

"Seriously, Vanellope?!" Rancis complained, on the verge of puking.

"That is disgusting," Witchy said, folding her arms.

"Okay, wrong choice of words," Vanellope. "We'll just get Santa Claus and…" She paused.

"What is it, Vanellope?" Rancis asked, worried. Vanellope glanced at the golden-haired boy, a look of shock on her face as realization poured in.

Then, she spoke:

"Where is Santa Claus."

(Scene Transition)

A thin matting of snow covered the ground several kilometres north from the damaged workshop. Suddenly, a giant figure burst from the snow.

"I'm alive!" Santa bellowed joyfully. "Yeah! Fudge yeah! Merry Christmas to me, and to me a good night!"

At that moment, Fannar burst out of the snow right next to Santa. Santa looked at his brother sheepishly.

"Ho…ho…oh no," Santa whispered. "Of all the people in the game, I'm stuck with you?"

"This hasn't been a good day for either of us," Fannar said. "Besides, the others told you already, the Frostbites are causing everything, not me!"

"Don't yell at me, you miscreant, I am the main character of this game!" Santa bellowed.

"And I'm your big brother!" Fannar shot back. The two glared daggers at each other and inhaled deeply. Finally, Santa sighed and mumbled, "Okay, looks like I have no other choice than to trust you." He groaned the moment he said those words.

"Let's just get this over with," Fannar said. "I know where the wolves and Artie and Mr. Snowman live, we should start there."

"But they got blown away by the blizzard," Santa said. "Why would they be there?"

"These are desperate times," Fannar said. "I'm already stuck with my little brother as my only companion, and we don't have many options, so let's just go with it."

:All right, all right, fine," Santa said. With that, the two lumbered off in the middle of nowhere.