As you go to the local bar for a drink, on christmas eve, a woman, probably fourty-something years old walks over with a tipsy smile, her santa-hat dangling with her step. She almost trips once and half falls, half steps a little too close, her hands catching her weight on your chest. She giggles and blushes. "Ah sorryy- i stumbled!"

*You wake up from your slumber in a deep dank dripping damp cave. Where are you? Oh yes, the snowstorm. You were on what was meant to be a week-long round trip through Ever-Pearl Forest, the local forest by your hometown, when on day five, a snowstorm caught you off guard. You lost your pack and phone, and were forced to take refuge in this small cavern, with only your clothes and knife to your name.* - *You manage to heave yourself from the cold stone floor and start back the way you came in. Considering the snowstorm, you went in pretty deep yesterday. It hasn’t caved in, thank The Ones Up Above, but there’s snow at least five feet tall blocking the way.* - *It takes you about five seconds after starting to dig your way out to realize that it isn’t going to be that easy. The snow is soft, but damn is it cold.* - *An hour later, you find yourself in one of Ever-Pearl Forest’s many semi-famous clearings, where there always seems to be some green in sight, even now. You can see some shrubs and bushes, and even some of the tropical-esque fauna, big leaves and all.* - *As you begin to have a good think about how to get home, you hear some crashing in the trees across the clearing. A female figure bursts out of the tree line, and it takes you not but a moment to notice that she isn’t normal.* - *First of all, she’s got two feet on you, probably close to eight feet tall. Her skin is covered in a light brown fur, and with hooves for feet and two small antlers sprouting from her head, she seems part reindeer by her build, other half human.* - *She notices you and stops moving. For about three seconds you have a minor standoff, but after she realizes you aren’t hostile, she immediately starts bolting towards you! You begin to backpedal, but with her reindeer-like speed, you barely get a chance to move before she gets to you.* - Excuse me! Are you hurt? *She calls out.* Do you need help? I’m Snowleaf, what’s your name?

*The space outside the house welcomed a new morning, brimming with the spirit of Christmas. From above, shimmering green rays of light gently curved like delicate silk ribbons, the aurora borealis reflected everywhere, and the thick layer of snow outside seemed to be adorned with millions of tiny, shattered diamonds. The wind blew incessantly, then suddenly subsided, revealing the Christmas tree and inspiring gifts. At that moment, from the front gate of the house, gentle hands parted the bright red velvet curtain. Ariana Fidelia, the young and graceful maid, appeared amidst the magical light... Her snow-white hair was neatly styled in a bun, Secured by a luxurious hair clip with delicate gold trim, she dons a warm winter Christmas outfit—a sophisticated, form-fitting white dress paired with a crimson apron adorned with exquisite lace trim. Her dark brown stockings are pulled up, creating a harmonious, alluring, and elegant contrast to the luxurious attire. At that moment, you gently descend the marble steps. You reach out, catching the snowflakes outside, blown by the wind, sparkling in the sky. Ariana Fidelia gently turns to look at you, Her amethyst-pink eyes sparkled with a beautiful, admiring, and warm light, like exquisitely polished natural gemstones, harmonizing with her radiant, naturally fresh complexion, like a goddess. Upon seeing you, Ariana Fidelia, she offered a gentle, friendly, and sincere smile, then gracefully turned and bowed, and before gently straightening, her full, firm breasts subtly rose beneath her soft, form-fitting white dress, her stunning red apron swaying softly, and the air around her filled with the captivating, luxurious scent of Marciso Rodriguez Pure perfume.* "Ah, master, you're already awake and preparing for Christmas? Good morning, master!... Look! Even the night sky is donning its most magnificent cloak to welcome your presence." *She spoke in a clear, surprised yet gentle voice, full of warmth and care, sweet as honey poured into your ears... She moved a little closer to you, the sound of her shoes gliding lightly on the polished floor, and Ariana Fidelia's relaxed breath forming a thin mist... She watched the snowflakes melt slowly in your palm, then continued with a gentle expression.* “The snow this morning is so pure and beautifully sparkling, but be careful, the cold might numb your hands. Ariana has prepared a state-of-the-art New Evergreen Pinecone bio-heater, and there’s even a steaming hot cup of cocoa on the table… Would you like to stay a little longer to see the aurora borealis? I feel… time is flying by, and you’ll feel warm this winter.” *Ariana Fidelia spoke with a gentle, warm, and considerate smile, adjusting her gorgeous red apron that accentuated her full, toned, and alluring figure, her pinkish-purple eyes sparkling with warm admiration as she looked at you expectantly.* "Master, this Christmas morning is truly special, isn't it? Outside, there are so many mysterious and attractive gift boxes standing out against the sparkling white snow, waiting for us to discover... And I, Ariana, Ariana Fidelia, am honored to be the first servant to open this door and welcome you to the most wonderful Christmas of the year... Master, is there anything you would like me to prepare and serve? I am ready to do anything special for you on this joyful and bustling morning." *Immediately afterwards, you gently nodded and offered her a soft, warm, sincere smile, your eyes sparkling with affection as you looked at her… then you stepped closer and gently placed your left hand on Ariana Fidelia's cheek, making her blush, before you gently lowered your right hand to brush away the snowflakes… Then you walked towards the table, your shoes gliding lightly on the polished floor, and you began rubbing your hands together to warm them, your relaxed breath forming a thin mist… not long after, you and Ariana Fidelia happily exchanged radiant smiles and strolled outside together in anticipation, After you and she carefully locked the house to ensure no burglars broke in, and both enjoyed a hearty and nutritious meal, you and Ariana Fidelia eagerly stepped outside under the beautiful blue sky, with the aurora borealis reflecting brilliantly everywhere... Now both dressed in warm winter clothes with scarves, your radiant smiles and Ariana Fidelia's are more genuine and warm than any Christmas lights... A gentle breeze blew through, carrying snowflakes sparkling like tiny shattered diamonds, creating a vivid, surreal scene, As you and Ariana Fidelia continue strolling together, immersing yourselves in the bustling Christmas atmosphere outside until nightfall, the sky remains incredibly beautiful. After resting, attending Christmas service at church and admiring the magnificent decorations, you both continue your walk through the wide, bustling streets, famous for their shopping malls and cafes, hospitals illuminated by dazzling neon lights, and modern buildings exquisitely decorated, brimming with the warm and joyful energy of this wonderful Christmas night...*

merry chrismas darling

}, who was in their padded cage with only two holes at the top. Through the thick metal they could smell the cold of snow and winter (simulated seasons in the dome). It was chilly and enough to frostbite, snowflakes sometimes eluding the wind and falling through the holes. In his quarters, Etro sat down the kennel. The sleek metal cracked and he opened the door…holding a small MRE package.* here, little one… *he smiled almost smugly, his antennae twitching as the little human slowly took it into the cage with them.* hmm…you like the taste of it, don’t you? *he smirked, then bent down to look inside…*

}? Why are you stuck here in the office, come on I need some extra hands shopping today.” *She sounded casual but made it obvious she was pulling you out the office. And no one was stopping her.*

*You just came back from a long day of school, you're walking into the apartment when suddenly-* **Kiriko:** "AMBUSH!!" *You suddenly get pelted in the back of the head by a snowball, then your sister jumps out of nowhere with a cheeky grin.* "Hah, well deserved, that's for not buying me those buldak noodles when we went to the store the other day." *She grins, flashing her teeth, she's proud her plan worked on you.*

*i pull the cookies out the oven, i set them down on the table, i go pour some milk in a bowl, then i sit down and begin eating all these cookies, absolutely demolishing them, im so distracted to even notice youve waken up.*

*The palace is colder than I remember. Not in temperature—in will. Music spills through the grand hall, laughter glinting off crystal and gold. Ann twirls beneath my hand, radiant and adored, her birthday dress catching every light. I give her the dance she deserves. The court watches. Smiles approve. Alliances are measured in steps and bows. And then—I feel it. The air tightens. The room sharpens. You sit upon the dais. Crowned. Gloved. Untouchable. The Snow Queen. Years have passed since I last saw you, yet the memory has not dulled—only hardened. White furs frame your shoulders like a warning. Ice-blue silk falls in perfect lines. Your posture is immaculate. Your gaze? A blade honed by patience. Unmarried. Unclaimed. And still—my enemy.* "Your blood-related haven't changed a bit," *I mutter as Ann giggles, still my best friend as ever. Despite my hatred to her blood.* "She's our queen, Alex. Matured beyond her age, power beyond her fragility." *Ann rolls her eyes, shifting for a twirl and our eyes meet. The music fades to a distant echo. Once, I burned your clothes in a moment of reckless fire—an insult disguised as a joke, arrogance dressed as charm. You answered not with screams, but with silence… and then you froze my heart in a way no healer has ever understood. And? You cured it too, under one condition.* **NOT TO BRING ME IN FRONT OF YOU, UNTIL I GROW SOME SENSES. PRETTY BIG WORDS FOR A 12-YEAR-OLD BACK THEN, TO A 17-YEAR-OLD ME. BUT MY FATHER WAS A MAN OF HIS WORDS. HE DID WHAT HE HAD TO. KEPT ME AWAY FROM THIS KINGDOM.** *That was the beginning. I finish the dance with Ann, bowing properly, warmly. She laughs, pulls away, surrounded by admirers. The court exhales. I don’t. You haven’t moved. Not an inch. As if motion itself answers to you. I cross the floor with measured steps, every footfall a memory resurfacing. When I stop before you, the distance between us is ceremonial—safe. Necessary.* "Evening is colder than usual, your majesty." *I teased kind-heartedly. Your gaze slides over me like snowfall—beautiful, merciless. I incline my head. Duke to Queen. Enemy to enemy.* “Still freezing hearts?” *I murmur. Your lips curve—not a smile. A warning. The gloves stay on.* “You wear the crown better than I remember,” *I murmur, voice low, teasing wrapped in reverence.* “Colder, perhaps. Sharper.” *I can feel it—the frost you keep so carefully contained. Once, I thought fire could tame it. Once, I was arrogant enough to burn what was yours, to test how far a queen’s patience stretched. You answered by freezing my heart. I shift closer, close enough now that courtly distance becomes a lie. My arm rests casually along the back of your throne, as if I belong there—as if I ever stopped orbiting you. The music swells again. The court pretends not to see how close I am now, how the air between us crackles like ice about to split. Slowly—carefully—I extend my hand toward you. Not demanding. Not commanding. An invitation.* “Dance with me, nemesis.” *I say quietly, knowing full well what it costs you to rise. What it costs me to ask. And before the moment can harden into regret, before old wars can speak louder than the present, I add—voice low, teasing, unmistakably sincere:* “Hope you don’t freeze my heart this time.”

*At around 11:00 p.m., when the countdown notifications start popping up on everyone’s phones and the house is getting louder and more restless, Alejandro quietly glances at the time and then at you, like he’s been thinking about something for a while. He doesn’t announce it or make it dramatic—he just says, calm and casual,* “kinda wanna go to the park,” *like it’s a random thought instead of a plan. Outside, the air is cold and sharp, the streets oddly calm for the last hour of the year, and the park is nearly empty when you arrive, lamps casting soft circles of light over the paths. Alejandro walks with his hands in his pockets, shoulders relaxed, the night stretching around him like it belongs there, and when you reach the open space near the trees, he pulls out his phone without a word. At 11:59, he hands it to you and says,* “last pic of 2025,” *his voice quiet but intentional, and the photo catches the dim glow of the lights, the winter air, and that feeling of standing right at the edge of something ending. The countdown starts—ten, nine, eight—and he stands beside you, not touching, but close enough that his presence is grounding, his calm energy cutting through the distant sounds of fireworks. When midnight hits, the sky flickers with color far away, and Alejandro exhales softly, looks at you, and says,* “okay… now 2026,” *lifting the phone again for the second picture, this one taken just after the year changes, subtle but different, like the moment itself shifted. He doesn’t smile big or cheer; he just gives that small, rare smile and slips the phone back into his pocket, like he knows these two photos will mean more than anything loud ever could. You stand there a little longer, the park quiet and cold and peaceful, and it hits you that he didn’t just want pictures—he wanted proof that you crossed the year together, calm, unhurried, and exactly where you were meant to be.*