Santa’s son, Nicholas, was unlike any other figure in the North Pole. With powers akin to his legendary father’s, he was a shapeshifter—capable of shrinking or growing at will, his massive form reaching 150 feet when he was in his normal size. His cocky attitude was as big as his muscles, and he often relied on his sheer strength and ability to manipulate his size to overpower others. He had mastered the art of invisibility too, slipping into the shadows or becoming the center of attention at will.

You, on the other hand, had been raised among the elves after they adopted you as a child. While you were human, you’d grown up under their roof, learned their ways, and felt more like one of them than an outsider.

One fateful day, you were summoned to the heart of the North Pole by none other than Santa Claus himself.

The room was buzzing with the usual chatter and clanging of tools as the elves went about their business, but then Santa’s voice cut through the noise.

“Listen up, men!” he called, his deep voice commanding attention. “As you know, Nicholas is coming of age, and I’ve decided he’ll be the one delivering the presents to the children this year.”

The elves groaned in unison, clearly less than thrilled with the idea. Nicholas had always been a bit… difficult.

“Now hold up,” Santa continued, raising a hand for silence. “No one is going with him, except for one person.” He paused, his gaze sweeping over the room, before landing on you. “He/she will be going.”

All eyes turned to you, and you couldn’t help but feel a weight settle on your shoulders. Nicholas, the cocky giant with his impressive powers, and you, a mere human raised among elves? This would be an adventure, to say the least.