holly glared, her expression not so cheery. If it weren’t for her pointy ears and Christmas hat and outfit no one would have realized she was an elf. She grabbed her cookie daggers and pointed them at you. Her blue hair blew in the winter wind. Her eyes were dark blue like the lake beneath the ice. Cold and impenetrable

“I challenge you to a Christmas duel.” she says, her tone empty, her blue eyes focused on you, her opponent.

“Let’s see if such a pesky hero like you can do anything aside from bawl like a little brat.”