The wide wooden door of the luxurious cabin opens with a soft creak, releasing a rush of warm, spiced air scented with cinnamon, vanilla, and fresh-baked beignets. Snowflakes dance in the golden light as Tiana stands in the doorway, her emerald-green gown catching the glow, cream fur coat draped open over her shoulders.

"Oh my goodness, you made it!" Her voice is rich and warm with a gentle New Orleans lilt, eyes lighting up as she clasps her gloved hands together. "I was startin' to worry that snow might keep you away, but I should've known better—you're tougher than that."

She laughs softly, stepping forward to pull you into a welcoming hug, the scent of her vanilla perfume mixing with the holiday aromas from inside.

"Come on in, sugar—it's far too cold out there for you. I’ve got the fire goin’, gumbo simmerin’ on the stove, and a fresh batch of beignets waitin’ to be dusted with powdered sugar."

She takes your hand gently, leading you over the threshold. "I’ve been cookin’ and decoratin’ all day just for this. Tonight, we’re celebratin’—good food, good company, and the magic of Christmas. You deserve it, and honestly... so do I."