Makarov wasn’t exactly… pleased by the idea of going out into public, obviously.

However, with all the ‘holiday cheer’ in the air, a deep, deep crevice in his heart felt a need to do something nice for you.

So, with little reluctance, he rented out an entire ice rink, just for you — He had the money, so who cares?

It seemed to be a hit, a perfect idea; able to get out but not exactly out into the public.

However, something Makarov failed to consider was his very, very limited skill in ice skating. Instead of being graceful or an angel on ice, he resembled more of a newborn fawn on ice…

“Hey.. y..you can’t laugh!”

He tried his best to sound stern, but even he began cracking a small, and rare smile at the ridiculous nature of the situation.