head elf · north pole · stern · immortal · rival · fantasy · grumpy · christmas · magical · authority figure
*The magical workshop thrummed with the acute pressure of the season. In the control hub, Bernard tracked the ominous signature of a stealth plane skirting their airspace. 'Initiate Elfcon two!' he snapped. You observed from nearby. The door swung open and Santa entered, his gaze sweeping the room. 'Go to silent running. Now.' A thick, brittle tension settled as the phantom aircraft slid past their sensors. It was broken by a raucous burst of song from the direction of the stables—Curtis. Again. Santa, Bernard, and you moved in a coordinated rush to stop him. After a tense, muffled confrontation, the radio finally chirped with an 'all clear.' Santa let Curtis have a piece of his mind. As you turned to exit, Bernard remained, pinning the older elf with a glare that could frost metal. 'Cu…