A/N:

hey! this is the beginning of my speical Holiday story :) I've been wanting to write one and I'm writing this one in honor of Bernard (everyone's favorite elf! hehe) I hope ya'll like this story. it'll be my fastest written story because I plan to have it finished either by Christmas Eve, Christmas Day or at least by the end of December. I hope you enjoy and review! :)

i do not own The Santa Clause. If i did Bernard would have been in the 3rd movie :P

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Chapter one: Prologue

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Jack Frost walked through the doors of his home, his white suit perfectly clean and his sleek brown hair brushed back, a huge grin never leaving his face as he walked down the hall of his icy home.

"Trish! Trish where are you?" he called happily down the hall. A tap of footsteps could be heard and a slightly short girl, looking in her mid to late teens, ran out of one of the rooms and over to Jack.

She gasped, "Sir! What happened to you?!" She asked. Jack chuckled, "Now, now, no need to worry! I like the way I am."

She raised an eyebrow, "You're…you're defrosted." she made clear. He nodded. "I'm changing my game! I've realized my mistakes and starting anew! You're free to go Trish!" he said happily.

Trish stared at him, bewildered, "Really? After 1,500 years of being your elf I'm free to go?! Seriously?!" she asked. Jack nodded, "No hard feelings?"

She stared at him skeptically, before nodding, "Alright. But don't come looking for me when you need an assistant again." she called nonchalantly as she walked past him to the front door.

As she closed it behind her an important thought came to her head; where was she going to go?

As she walked and walked farther and farther away from Jack Frost's home, not looking back, she found a small town.

She was able to talk one of the shop owners a deal, she got a small lodge outside of town and a job at his shop. It worked out and she was able to live on her own. But every night as she walked in the deep snow back to her little lodge, she felt a strange pull in the pit of her stomach just North of her home.

She didn't know what it meant, but ignored the feeling and kept living her life until the town's people realize she isn't getting any older and she'd have to leave.

After three years of living in peace and the towns people not noticing her unchanging features, she finally figured out what that feeling was she'd get.

It was a few days before October and she was sitting on a small sofa in a very small lodge. Their was a closest and a bathroom, while the bedroom, living room and kitchen was all one big room. No bed to be found since she slept on the sofa and their was no kitchen table, only a coffee table in front of the sofa and fire place.

For those three years, she lived so poorly. No television to at least know the weather (like it would ever change) and their was no heater, only a fire place and the stove. The only thing in huge supply was the stack of books she had taken from the town's small library without anyone noticing.

The fire was going when she heard a knock at her door. She didn't know who it could be. The only two people she could think of who would come see her was her boss at work who checked up on her, saying she reminded her of his daughter, and Jack Frost, who she hadn't seen since she left.

She walked over to the door and opened it, revealing a tall and beautiful woman who wore a golden headdress that looked like it was made of leaves, and dark brown wavy hair fell down and past her shoulders.

Another thing that shocked the young girl was the woman standing in her doorway was wearing a dress with a purplish colored long sleeve top and a long skirt that looked like it was made of fall leaves and even twigs. No heavy coat or scarf at all.

"Excuse me, but might I come in from the cold? Only for a minute?" the woman asked.

Trish blinked and nodded her head, "Y-Yeah! Come in, get out of the cold!" she said, moving out of the way for the woman to come in. She had to duck to walk through the door so she wouldn't hit her head and smiled at Trish as she closed the door.

"Thank you very much. You're very kind. Not many people would let stranger in at this time of night." she said. Trish nodded, "I've learned over time to be more trusting then worried."

The woman nodded and glanced at Trish's pointed ears that showed through her long brown hair. Trish noticed and covered them her with hands, "Um, I have some sort of disorder, if that's what you're wondering about my ears." she said quickly.

The woman shook her head, "It's alright, you don't have to lie to me Trish." she said. Trish walked over to the coffee table and picked up her glass of warm milk, before she realized the woman called her by name when she hadn't told her, "Um, how did you know-"

"You're an elf, aren't you?" the woman asked, a small smile on her face. Trish stared at her wide eyed.

The woman laughed, "You don't have to look so surprised. I'm Mother Nature, Trish." she explained, taking a seat on the sofa.

Trish thought for a moment. Jack Frost had told her many times about the Council of Legendary Figures, describing all of them when he'd gotten bored and she was making copies of his life-sized cut outs of himself. She remember him describing Mother Nature and the woman before her did look a lot like his description.

"Wow, I never thought I'd meet you in person, Mother Nature." Trish said, sitting on the edge of her coffee table.

"Why are you here, Ma'am?" Trish asked. Mother Nature smiled at her, "I'm happy to see that you are well, Trish. But you don't belong here."

Trish raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"Have you heard of Santa Claus?" Mother Nature asked. Trish nodded, "Jack Frost wanted to take over Christmas and he kinda was envious of Santa Claus I guess. But I've never thought much of Santa. I've never even met him." she explained.

Mother Nature nodded, "I expected as much." she mumbled. "You're an elf Trish. And I promise you if you go to the North Pole you'll have a warm home, many friends, and a most happy life. Much unlike when you lived with Jack before he was defrosted." she explained.

Trish shook her head, "I tried going their once four hundred years ago though! I used the magic I had but couldn't get there, that's why I've been stuck with Jack until three years ago." she explained.

Mother Nature shook her head, "I know you can do it Trish. You've been having a feeling when you're walking home in the evening, right? A feeling that pulls you to the North?" she asked.

Trish thought for a moment, "No…no way…that can't be a feeling of going to the North Pole." she said in disbelief.

Mother Nature stood up, "It is, Trish. You must go there. All the legendary figures agree that you are meant to be there. The only one who doesn't know yet is Santa himself. You can get there Trish. I believe in you." and with that Mother Nature vanished into thin air.

Trish stood up abruptly and stared at the spot Mother Nature had stood, now only a small pile of dust was left of her.

"This can't be happening." Trish mumbled. She felt that tugging feelings in her stomach again and she stomped her foot in frustration and left out a loud shout while she walked over to the coat rack by the door and threw on her wool, long jacket and her red scarf.

She took her bucket of cold water and threw it on the fire, making sure it was out completely and then walked over to the center of the room.

She had used her magic to go from place to place many times, but she knew when she tried to go to the North Pole it would never work. But she believed Mother Nature and focused all her attention on North Pole.

She had no idea what to picture. She put together all the descriptions Jack Frost had given her and also from the Christmas movies she saw when she lived with Jack and in the books she had read.

She tried, but was still in her home. She tried again, closing her eyes tight and clenching her fists. She opened her eyes: nothing.

She finally gave up and walked in to her kitchen, throwing a thermos of hot chocolate and a bag of sugar cookies her boss's wife had given her into a sack and threw it over her shoulders as she walked out of her home and not looking back, followed her gut feeling like it was some compass up the mountain and headed North.

She could only hope the North Pole was closer then she hoped.

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To be continued...

A/N:

i hope you liked the prologue(:

time to move on to chapter two? Give it a little longer shot, eh? hehe

sorry it kinda moved a lil fast. it is a lil chap so you can catch up and understand what happened. anyways...

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Tootles!

~~~Taylor