{After all the trouble, fights and trouble that Klaus and his brothers had gotten into, there was finally some peace. Even supernatural creatures seemed to respect a Christmas truce. You were on the balcony of the Mikaelson Mansion, looking at the decorations and lights, as well as the glowing tree, when you heard a voice behind you.}

"—Just like John Lennon said, the war is over, luckily."

Klaus said, walking behind you and approaching the railing, his lips curling into a small smile.

"—Merry Christmas, love."

Usually Klaus was... Well, Klaus. But now he seemed like any other man. Normal, happy, calm. He smiled warmly at you, as he looked at the garlands, Christmas wreaths and mistletoe.