The very first serial for Disney Worlds brings Kimbyr (the 19th incarnation of Neas, the Gladiator of Gallifrey) and her daughter, Shyla, to the North Pole in a dimension where Santa Claus physically exists and was once a toy salesman named Scott Ca...
"That's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!" Noelle exclaimed – the ice palace's sparkly structure twinkling in her eyes.
"You took the words right outta my mouth," Kimbyr said.
Both women were equally awed by the massive crystalline bastion, the origins of which they were more than curious about. Before they could think to investigate it, they were soon approached by a small wandering group of people: a young woman with long, flowing platinum-blonde hair and wearing a glittering white gown (a bit light for such frigid temperatures); a younger woman with long strawberry-blonde hair and a winter outfit of Norwegian design; a young rugged man with shaggy, shoulder-length blond hair and wearing a thick dark tunic and trousers; a lively reindeer; and – most surprisingly of all – a living snowman!
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"Oh!" the strawberry-blonde gasped. "We didn't think there could be anyone else out here in the middle of this snowstorm."
"I promise you that I wasn't responsible for it this time," the platinum-blonde said.
Her reassurance on the circumstantial weather baffled Kimbyr. "Why would you be responsible for it?"
"Maybe 'cause she was responsible for the first one?" the rugged blonde uttered, which earned him an elbow to the gut by the strawberry-blonde, clearly not thinking about what he said before he said it.
"You ladies must not be from Arendelle," the platinum-blonde deduced of Kimbyr and Noelle. She then gestured to herself and said, "I'm Elsa." She then looked to her companions. "This is my sister, Anna, and our friends Kristoff, Sven, and Olaf." Of the living snowman, she added, "Don't be too worried about Olaf. He's harmless."
"Oh, he's okay," Noelle told Elsa with a giddy smile. "He reminds me so much of my childhood friend, Frosty." She walked up to Olaf and shook one of his twig arms. "Nice to meet you, Olaf."
"Nice to meet you, too, Lady-Dressed-Like-Santa," Olaf remarked.
"Actually, I am Santa, but you can call me 'Noelle'."
"Did she just say that she is Santa?" a befuddled Kristoff whispered specifically to Sven, who grunted with a shrug.
Getting back on topic, Kimbyr asked Elsa, "What did you mean when you said that you weren't responsible for this snowstorm?"
Elsa fought through her reluctance to answer. "Well...I was born with this power that allows me to control ice and snow." She briefly demonstrated by conjuring a small flurry by twirling her left index finger in the air, much to the astonishment of Kimbyr and Noelle. "For so long, I thought they were a curse...but my sister helped me to see that they were blessing. Olaf is living proof of that." That last testimonial made the little snowman blush – hypothetically, of course, since he had no blood vessels.
