HIRAETH|| Bernard the Elf x Reader [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 2 "Where the hell?"

Not too long later, you guys entered a snowy blizzard, the entire land was coated with white snow...no residents or people to be seen.

Your body quivered and shivered from the well below zero temperature. Your outfit didn't provide much warmth.

Your father huddled Santa's suit and jacket around him.

"Where the heck are we?" You questioned leaning over the edge.

The reindeer landed in a random area. Charlie wanted to get out and explore but you held him down knowing that wouldn't be a wise idea.

Suddenly, an elven looking fellow appeared. Your dad tried interrogating the guy and asking him to get us out of here and where the heck you guys were.

Emotionless, the elf made an odd festive themed pole from the ground.

Your dad leaned into your ear, "what's that?"

"I'm not entirely sure, the North pole possibly...maybe?" You assumed.

The pole ejected a little pad device and the elf pushed a few buttons. You tilted your head in confusion. Because after that, he walked back to where he came from.

The ground you were settled on began descending.

Hesitantly, you peered over the edge to take sight of what was below you. Hundreds of elves awaited at the bottom peering up at the sleigh.

Immediately, a bit of social anxiety kicked in.

"Nope- i'm not dealing with this todayyy" You groaned out softly huddling back into your seat curling up into a ball.

"There's so many of them what the actually fff-" You pulled out your earphones trying to alleviate some of the stress. [Insert whatever song you want] as always you kept one unattached to your ear.

"This is so cool" Charlie shouted in excitement.

You watched your father hop out of the sleigh probably to try seek for answers just as you wanted to. Only difference was one of you had crippling social anxiety.

"You guys stay here"

Both you and your brother nodded, "yessir"

You watched as your father walked off and interviewed a few elves.

You bit your lip when you noticed he wasn't getting any answers. You got anxious every time he got anxious or frustrated. You always felt the need to help the situation.

"Okay, Charlie, stay here please. I'm gonna help dad." You give your little brother a small head pat and slowly hoist yourself out of the sleigh walking toward your dad and a random elf.

"Okay seriously cmon, who's in charge here" Your father was extremely frustrated at this point.

"You are!" You were extremely confused and slightly frustrated as well. Absolutely nothing made sense. Santa just fucking DIED and these fellas don't seem to really acknowledge that and just roll with the concept your dad was Santa. You knew your own dad, he'd make a terrible Santa. And these literal children just accept it. Your father has access to everyone's house at this point!? Even you wouldn't trust him with that responsibility!

"I'm sorry miss but uhm, we all just got here so it would be impossible that my father-" you explained in a polite kind tone until you were interrupted by a slightly grumpy and raspy voice.

"Hey! What's causing the trouble around here?" He was definitely older than the rest of the elves-they all looked 6-13 years old. He appeared to be around your age, perhaps slightly older. You assumed he held some sort of high status judging he was taller and older than everyone else. And of course, the tone of voice he used.

You were quite close in height difference, you being slightly shorter. A hat of what appeared to be a beret rested on his head. He had black curly hair with braids here and there that reached down to his jawline. And it was only fitting he had an ugly Christmas sweater.

He only made you more nervous. Subconsciously, you took a small step back. You weren't entirely sure what to think of this guy yet.

"She is" "He is'' Both your father and the elven girl argued with each other. You pursed your lips with slight annoyance.

"Excuse me- are we on a coffee break?" The older elven boy asked with a clear hint of frustration.

"We don't drink coffee..."

"Then I guess the break is over now" He stated in pure frustration.

"Who are you?" Your father questioned pointing at the other elf.

"I'm Bernard, nice to meet ya Santa" 'Bernard' sarcastically remarked then pivoted on his heel walking away.

"Ahhh so that's his name..." you thought to yourself.

"Wait! I'm not Santa!" Your father argued, catching up to Bernard. You naturally followed behind.

Bernard kept walking away as your father followed, interrogating him simply seeking for answers.

"The other Santa disappeared right? Tch-" Bernard questioned sarcastically walking away yet again.

"Uhh yes, and no- I think he died- and then disappeared...falling off our roof" You mumbled to yourself. You weren't sure they heard you or not.

"Wait a minute-" your dad started following him again, "I don't know what's going on, this isn't my fault!" Then something hit him (mentally not physically) "woah woah woah, how'd you know he was gone?" The two stopped in their tracks. You stood a few steps behind your father.

"Why is everyone chill with the other Santa being dead now?"

Unphased Bernard asks, "can I get you a drink?"

"I I'd like some hot chocolate-" you say in a soft tone slightly raising your hand.

"No y/n-" Your dad quickly dejected. You pouted a bit until you were greeted with a small cup of steaming hot cocoa.

You looked up to see who handed you the cup to see Bernard handing it over with a small smile, one hand on the cup and the other behind his back.

"Ahhh, so he has a nice side...where the heck did he get this from tho? His fucking as-" you shook your head a bit shaking off that last odd thought.

You rolled up your long sleeved sweater up to your elbows and softly gripped the warm cup. Your hands had been freezing so the warm contact of the cup was rather soothing.

"Thank you Bernard" You give him a soft smile.

"Heh, no problem doll" He chuckled softly. His mood quickly changed after peering back to your father who was a bit peeved seeing you interact with a stranger. Let alone an elf. And then again you didn't listen to him either as you started sipping the hot beverage.