We're Already Legends (Jack FrostxReader)

~chapter eleven~

Meanwhile...

At the vast North Pole through the clouds reveals a massive ice canyon, and just around a bend, the incredible hidden fortress of North AKA Santa Claus.

Location~ North's Workshop-Dusk

Music plays in the background as the jolly man hums along. A pair of tongs slam a block of ice onto a stone work table. In quick cuts, a chainsaw shears the block in half, spraying ice. North then lifts up the chainsaw revealing a massive tattoo on his arm, the word 'naughty' clearly visible with a few different symbols. Three elves huddle in a doorway around a plate of cookies, each licking their own tasty morsel. "Still waiting for cookies!" As North passes by quickly, the elves lower the cookies from their mouths, their faces frozen in fear. The elves duck out of the way as North launches himself across the floor on his rolling chair. Arriving at his desk, his huge hand gropes furiously among his work tools, finally grabbing a miniature hammer. North continues humming along with his music, delicately chiseling into the ice. Thus revealing the word 'nice' tattooed on his other arm along with different symbols as well. His intense blue eye magnified in a jewelers eyepiece, a delicate sculpting tool cuts fine details into the ice. His hands place the finished piece on a curving ice track, an ice locomotive. It belches ice vapor and chugs down the track, picking up speed. "Yes!" North's hand grabs a cookie from the plate held by two elves. One of the elves gives his cohort a look and points to the plate as it chews with a mouth full of food, to which it then unfurls its tongue and lets the half eaten morsels spill out onto the plate. "Ah, finally!" He takes a bite then leans towards the ice track. He chuckles as the train hits a loop and launches off the ramp into midair. Wings then unfold, jet engines sprout and ignite-and the train lifts off the track. Suddenly, the door is thrown open by one of North's concerned yetis, sending the flying ice locomotive skidding across the floor in pieces. The yeti speaking during the crash. Seeing the broken item on the floor, the yeti cries out covering his mouth in shame. North cries out devastated. The yeti, equally emotional, let's out another whimper. North looks down at the broken toy and takes a moment to collect himself. "How many times have I told you to knock?" The yeti responds back urgently. "What..? The globe?" North leaps up, draws a huge scimitar from its sheath, and heads out. In the globe room a sea of tiny bells on the heads of panicking elves part as North's huge boots stomp through. "Shoo with your pointy heads. Why are you always under boot?" He pushes his way past a couple of his yeti workers, who are looking up in fear at the Globe of Belief, covered with lights blanketing the continents. North however, notices that all at once, hundreds of lights suddenly go out. "What is this?" Now more lights, in greater numbers, as if something is snuffing them out by the thousands. North's concern grows. He turns to the yeti near him. "Have you checked the axis? Is rotation balanced?" The yeti shrugs responding in his foreign language. Before the yeti could continue, a wind whips up from out of nowhere. North stares in outrage as a blanket of swirling black sand crawls over the lights and shrouds the entire globe in inky darkness. The elves scurry in panic, then all at once the black sand whooshes up off the globe, rushes up through the ceiling as the remaining sand bursts into a puff of smoke and dissipates into the air. As the wind dies, the scattered pieces of debris settle to the ground. The globe lights come back on and North whirls around to see a huge shadow flash across the floors and curving walls of his fortress. It quickly disappears, leaving nothing but the distant echo of mimicking laughter. North is frozen, looking up into the darkness gravely. "Can it be?" He then calls off, "Dingle!" A group of elves step forward gleefully pointing to themselves, as if they're all 'Dingle', the excitement quickly turns to confusion. "Make preparations! We are going to have company." North reaches out for a rather large emergency lever, twists and presses it down. The globe pulses with energy, which lights up and zooms up the axis shaft toward the roof. From the tallest spire of North's fortress, Northern light energy radiates outward. For the first time in decades, the Guardians call goes out...