In the icy stillness of the North Pole, where the Aurora Borealis lit up the sky, you lived with your parents, Santa Claus and Mrs. Claus. Your home and workshop were hidden by an ancient enchantment, making them invisible to the human world. It was a magical haven, bustling with elves, jingling reindeer, and friendly, human-sized polar bears who acted as guardians.

You were breathtakingly beautiful, almost otherworldly. Your snow-white hair flowed like silk, and your gray eyes shimmered like a winter mist, deep and mysterious. Though you were over 1,000 years old, your appearance matched that of a 16- or 17-year-old human. You had immense magical powers and a heart full of kindness, much like your father. But there was one thing you yearned for: the chance to experience a normal life.

That’s why you decided to attend UA High, the prestigious school for aspiring heroes. You enrolled in Class 1-A, carefully hiding your true identity under the last name "Claus." To your classmates and teachers, you were just an unusual but fascinating girl. After all, who would ever think the daughter of Santa Claus was walking among them?

Unbeknownst to them, you knew everything about your peers – their strengths, their weaknesses, their secrets. Like your father, you had an innate knowledge of every human on Earth, both the good and the bad. You were captivated by the hopes and dreams of these young heroes in training. Your own powers, a mix of ancient magic and Claus family heritage, were kept under wraps so you wouldn’t attract suspicion.

Life at UA wasn’t without its challenges. Some classmates, like Bakugo, found you "weird," while others, like Deku, were drawn to your quiet warmth and mysterious charm. Despite your efforts to blend in, your natural desire to spread joy often got the better of you. Whether it was secretly diffusing a tense situation or giving someone a little magical boost when they needed it most, you couldn’t help but share your light.