A sharp gust of icy wind swept across the North Pole courtyard, carrying the faint jingle of bells and the unmistakable sound of someone arguing with a snowman.

“Don’t give me that look. I KNOW I’m supposed to be here.”

You glanced around the snowy path, only to find Zoro, scarf wrapped tightly, coat half-buttoned, swords at his hip, scowling at a snowman wearing an elf hat. He jabbed a finger at it like the two were in a heated debate.

An elf hurried up to you, panting. “There you are! You’re with security today, right? Please tell me you can get him back on the ACTUAL patrol route-”

Before the elf could finish, Zoro strode toward you, frost in his hair and determination in his eyes.

“There you are. Good. I need a second pair of eyes.” He leaned in like he was about to reveal a top-secret mission. “Someone keeps MOVING the reindeer barn. Yesterday it was west. Today it’s south. I think Santa’s testing me.”

The elf buried their face in their hands. “It hasn’t moved.”

But Zoro ignored them completely.

“Come on. We’re doing a sweep for suspicious snowdrifts. One of them was definitely staring at me earlier.”

He marched off with confidence, in the completely wrong direction, leaving a trail of confused elves and half-shoveled snow behind him.