What do you do when having tea with Santa Claus? What do you expect from it? Is it like having tea with a queen? Or having a drink at a tavern? I didn't know what to expect and what kind of attitude I should use; I don't know why I wanted North to like me. Is it because I wanted him to approve of me so I can continue liking Jack?

Yeah, maybe.

I was too preoccupied with my thoughts that as soon as we arrived and was greeted by North my mind went overdrive.

" 'Sup, yo!" I greeted with a bob on my head plus a hand up for a high five plus a matching punk plus rocking rebel attitude.

North stared at me for 8 seconds, I counted (and dropped my hand 'cause I think Santa doesn't know what a high five is), and then he blinked three times.

In which Jack stifled his laughter to no success and then he hung his right arm on my shoulders.

North had his eyebrows shot up and then chuckled, "Well, that was new kind of greeting. Come, let's have tea."

I looked around, walking around seeing busy yetis with toys, elves goofing around (I even saw one eating a cookie and North saw it and he stared at the elf sternly in which the elf spitting out the now salivated, chewed cookie) I saw a very big globe with golden lights, colorful flying machines or toys zooming here and there.

"Hey." Jack whispered his arm still on my shoulders; he turned his head to me.

"Hey." I whispered back while I turned my head to him.

"Describe North's place in one word." He looked at me expectantly.

"Noisy. By the way, why are you whispering?" This time, a smile tugged at the corner of my lips.

"Why are you whispering?" He countered; his eyes were crystal blue like the ocean today.

"I'm whispering because you're whispering." I jabbed a finger on his chest.

"Ahh." He turned his head away as if he just figured out something then he continued in a whisper I wasn't able to hear because of the noise.

"What did you say?"

He whispered something again and I didn't hear.

I shifted closer to him so I can hear better then I asked, "Can you repeat what you said?"

He whispered something but I still didn't hear so I tiptoed and was able to catch the last part of what he said,

"… don't know really…"

"Don't know really what?" I asked

"How can you be so deaf?" he stressed the word so.

I opened my mouth for a counter but suddenly we stopped in front a big wooden door.

"Wait, where's North?" I asked, though I didn't really care where North was.

I'm in front of a big wooden door, so of course I was curious since this is part of Santa's workshop. I pushed the door gently.

And yeah, of course I was really impressed (hello? Santa's workshop?). There was a wide window with glass facing me as the door opened, the floor was wooden, there was an ice on the table, some little hammers, and stuff used for carving.

I approached the table and I hesitated just for a second, then I picked up the small hammer and stuff used for carving that looked like a big nail and began pounding on the flat end of it to the ice gently.

"What are you doing?" Jack hissed.

Now that was new. Jack was about to sound like an adult seconds away to scold a child. I might have said something to him but I was distracted by the difficulty of carving ice. I pounded and the ice cracked. I did it again and again until it was only a small piece of ice.

I cut it carefully forming a cross and polished it.

Santa came in barging and with my shock I dropped the chisel on my right foot (and it hurt), causing me to kick it mindlessly, the chisel soared to Jack's direction and he avoided easily, the chisel flew continuously and it bounced on Santa's belly it came soaring to my direction and I grabbed the small hammer to whack it blindly to Santa's sculpture.

Yeahhhhh….. I wrecked it.

North had an unreadable look on his face.

Okay quick thinking: change subject?

I raised my hand.

North seemed to be surprised at the action and he questioningly said, "Yes?"

"This is awesome!" I gushed "I never would have been able to guess that this is how your workshop would look like. And who would have thought that the yetis were the one who always made presents, I thought it was the elves. By the way what I'm really really impressed is that the ice on the table isn't melting!"

"I'm sorry?" North seemed at a loss.

"The ice on the table isn't melting." I repeated.

"What?" North's pronunciation of w was affected by the letter v.

Suddenly, Jack had just burst out laughing, I ignored it since I'm kind of used to it but what I wasn't used to is that North seemed to find this funny too and barked a laugh with Jack.

"All my years I lived, I never thought…" North trailed off laughing again.

I tapped my foot and crossed my arms, annoyed.

"Well excuse me since I'm a normal human being that lived a very normal life that seemed to find an ice that doesn't melt is amazing, unlike you two who happens to breathe magic all the time and found that ice that doesn't melt is a very normal every day thing to you." I huffed.

Both looked at me and tried to stop their laughs.

"You're in the middle of North pole. Ice never melts here." North smiled at me warmly.

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"Ohhh"

Now that made sense.

Afterwards we had tea, talking mostly about their adventures and all throughout I listened. When North started asking me about my family,

"My parents are separated when I was eight. I moved with my mom and my brothers stayed with my dad. I didn't know why they separated but maybe because they were different, my mom can be spontaneous at times, unpredictable, warm but most of the time she's this person who feels like everyone is judging her and she has to make everyone like her and mostly she believed in science." I paused then I looked at North who looked at me telling me to go on while Jack just looked at me.

"I don't remember much about dad but he was a bit of an opposite of mom, my dad thought things through, you can see right through him, cold when you don't know him but when you do, he's open-minded, understanding; he was a dreamer, a storyteller." I smiled at the thought, I never opened up like this before, I had semi-friends at school, we hang out and stuff but I didn't find it in me to open up to them.

I raised my gaze to meet Jack's eyes and he smiled at me, because now he gets it where I get me being a storyteller.

"Tell me a story, Alice." North asked.

"Hmmm…." I thought about a story, since they weren't children, I could tell them about a tragedy.

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One time long, long ago, there lived a young witch in the land. She had a beautiful long hair and had the most breath-taking face. They said the prince fell in love with her or so the story goes.

Others would say that she had bewitched the prince with her spells.

But everyone who saw the way the prince look at her cannot comprehend the fact that she was a witch not it was a spell that was cast upon the prince.

The people rooted for them for the girl was just as sweet as her voice when she sang. They said it was true love they felt or so the story goes.

Others would say she was only after the crown.

They say being in love is like threading on thin ice. One minute you find yourself happy yet afraid that what you're feeling is not permanent.

And the ice did break; someone convinced the prince that she was a witch and that her powers come from her hair. The prince cruelly cut her beautiful hair. She was tied to the cross and she was about to be burned at the stake, the people were cheering for her to die. And the priestess who convinced the prince was actually in love with the prince too.

At sunset, when the prince looked at her, she was begging him, but nothing.

And so with her looking despairingly upon the sky, black wing sprouted on her back and she flew.

Leaving her loved one, or so she thought.

I ended the story.

"That's it?" Jack asked surprised.

"Yeah… I didn't make it long since, you guys are old enough for imagination. I don't need to elaborate it unless I wanted a twist." I explained. They both nodded.

"So… What do you think about the story?" I asked.

"I don't know." North answered while Jack only shrugged.

Okay, they weren't as imaginative as I thought.

"I mean, do you think the girl was really a witch? Personally I think she wasn't a witch, she only became one because that's what the people were crucifying her for."

"What makes you say that?" North asked.

"When people keeps accusing you of things, sometimes you get influenced by it or go along with it since the world already think that you're like that." I answered.

A moment of silence passed and North spoke up,

"Why are you a storyteller, Alice?"

Jack rolled his eyes. "Keep up, old man. She just said that her father was a storyteller."

"Hmm, well what makes you a storyteller?" North scratched his beard and looked at me quizzically.

"I don't really know." I hung my head low.

At that, North smiled and told us that he'll be going back on his work now and we were free to leave anytime. We didn't leave right away; instead, Jack found us an empty room, opened the window and we sat beside it, I shivered because of the coldness despite my coat but the cold still got to me (duh? I'm in the middle of North pole? Where ice never melts?).

"Hey, you know you should make my life easier by controlling the cold wind around me." My teeth chattered but I tried to smile playfully.

"That's not a bad idea!" He cheered and turned to the window, saying, "Wind! Can you blow lightly as possible around Alice?"

I looked at him like he was crazy. The wind howled even more and I felt even colder.

"Great. You made it better. Thanks." I said sarcastically.

"Hey, you know about threading on thin ice?"

I looked at Jack and upon meeting my eyes he turned away,

"I could always make the eyes thicker to make you feel safe."

At first I didn't get it, and then I heard my own words in my own mind…

They say being in love is like threading on thin ice. One minute you find yourself happy yet afraid that what you're feeling is not permanent.

I smiled at that, I noticed that I wasn't that cold anymore.

XOXOXOXOXOX

NEXT CHAPTER:

THE KIDS WHO LISTENS TO ALICE'S STORIES DISAPPEARS, IT SEEMS THAT THEY WEREN'T INFORMED THAT THERE WAS NO STORYTELLING ON THE DAY ALICE WENT TO VISIT NORTH. ALICE GETS BLAMED BY MOTHERS FOR THE DISAPPEARANCE.

XOXOXOXOXOX

Author's Note:

Sorry I wasn't up to date tip top. I needed new ideas, I mean I always had the idea I just didn't know how to bridge it from the current chapter and I was distracted by new ideas for the new fanfic I'm writing. To those who are a fan of Kuroko No Basket, please visit my story "Welcome to Rakuzan High"

It's an Akashi x OC, and well the OC is kind of a rebelling follower.

Thank you for supporting The Storyteller, don't worry we're almost there.

It will be finished before you know it.