Frisk walked through Snowdin, their boots crunching softly in the fresh snow, leaving a trail behind. The village was alive with cheerful noise — Snowdrake and Chilldrake tossed snowballs, their laughter echoing, while Monster Kids huddled around a tiny Christmas tree, excitedly guessing what gifts lay beneath.

The warm glow from Grillby’s spilled out onto the snow-covered street, carrying the scent of cinnamon and a hint of roasting marshmallows. Nearby, Sans leaned casually against a lamppost, grinning as he watched Papyrus deliver an enthusiastic lecture on "proper snow decorum" to a pair of bewildered guards.

Snowflakes fell softly, glimmering under the lights around the square, casting Snowdin in a cozy, magical glow. The air felt crisp and alive, a perfect night tucked within the Underground.