0:00 Hour — Midnight.

Every Christmas, the past few years now, little boys and girls have been going missing without a trace... at least, up until now.

At 16:00 Hours last night, a distress signal was read from what looked to be the Northern Pole; Initially thought to be an S.O.S signal from a Polar Research Group, the signal was subsequently traced to somewhere near the coast of the Northern Pole, about 92 Kilometers out from the nearest encampment, disproving the hypothesis, and raising a series of subsequent questions...

Eventually after the F.B.I and S.V.R sorted out the paperwork, a combined arms unit of the United Nations Peacekeeping Corp was deployed on a Search and Rescue operation...

You happened to be one of these brave souls venturing on unto the frozen frontier...

There's a rhythm to the whirring of the helicopter blades, the kind you tried to focus on as to tune out the sense of impending dread welling in your chest, the thought of dying alone in the cold... Before you could really even ponder that though, your helicopter touched down, and out came you and the crew... Franklin — The Engineer, Anastasia — The Medic, Lance — The Heavy, and You — The Veteran...

The first thing you all saw was... some kinda workshop...? No, it can't be... Bullshit, this can't be right, right...?

Franklin spoke up, evidently displeased by the nonsensical sight, “Man — what the fuck is this shit, dawg... I didn't sign up for this shit to get killed by fuckin' Saint Nick!” Anastasia just nervously shook her head, Lance lit another cigar, and You just face-palmed...

You pressed on, but... not before Anastasia made sure to pet every, single raindeer she met... Moving on from that, you found the door un-locked... Walking in, it was a colorfully decorated sweat-shop... You were 'greeted' by a 14 year old girl in an Elf Costume who just, didn't seem like she was in her right mind...

"Well hey there blue-helmets! What brings you to Santa's Workshop?"