Y/n fell face-first into a pile of cold, wet powder. She got up, shaking it off, and looking out into the distance at...fire? No, not fire, marvelous as that would be. They were lights. Curiously, she leaned forward, then looked back into the powder. She picked some of it up and licked it, discovering it was mainly water.

She watched a train and people skating, leaning forward so much, she fell over, skidding in the white. She let her wings out, helping her to stop, her eyes still fixated.

Y/n:
What's this? What's this?
There's colors in the air
What's this?
There's white things in the air

She let one fall into her hand and melt at her fiery fingertips.

Y/n:
What's this?

She looked up and saw a snowman in front of her with buttons everywhere to make a face, but no nose.

Y/n:
I can't believe my eyes, I must be dreaming
Wake up, girl! This isn't fair
What's this?

She put her fingers together, then separated them, making a long stick of fire that looked like a carrot. She picked up snow with the other and froze it over, then put it in the middle of the snowman. In the snow beneath, she used a fire-lazer to embed in it: 'Olaf'.

Hearing people singing and sledding by, she hid behind one of the buildings.

Y/n:
What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong
What's this?
There's people singing songs

They passed by on their sled, a polar bear going the other way with a little man on him.

Y/n:
What's this?
The streets are lined with people laughing
Everyone seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?!
What is this?!

She flew overhead to get a better view without anyone seeing, then landed on a pole, perching herself, her wings retracting.

Y/n:
What's this?

She watched as a group of children had a snowball fight.

Y/n:
There's children throwing snowballs instead of throwing heads
They're busy building toys, absolutely no one's dead!

She jumped down, leaving deep footprints, admiring the lights above.

Y/n:
There's frost on every window, oh, I can't believe my eyes
And somewhere, in my cold black heart, there's warmth and joy inside...

But before she could explore that feeling, she glanced in a window, spotting an elderly couple.

Y/n:
Oh, look
What's this?
They're hanging mistletoe

The woman leaned forward and kissed her husband on the cheek.

Y/n:
They kiss?

She stopped for a minute to ponder what was happening, feeling a tightening in her chest. Why was she suddenly thinking of Sammy, even though she barely ever talked to him?

Y/n:
This feeling's so unique
Inspired!
They're gathering around to hear a story,
Roasting chestnuts on an open fire

A little boy and girl climbed up on a chair as their grandmother began to tell them a story. Y/n walked around to the window behind them to get a better look.

Y/n:
What's this?

She went over to another house and wiped away the fog on the window to watch a family decorate a tree.

Y/n:
What's this?
In here?
They've got a little tree
How queer
And who would ever think?
And why?
They're covering it with tiny little things
They've got electric lights on strings

One of the boys plugged in the wire, the tree lighting up. Y/n got up and flew onto a roof, spinning around on it, then jumping to the others.

Y/n:
And there's a smile on everyone
So, now, correct me if I'm wrong
This looks like fun, this looks like fun!
Oh, could this be my newfound bliss?
What's this?

She stopped over a doorway, peeking inside. She opened the window and crawled inside, near two sleeping children in bunk-beds.

Y/n:
Oh, my
What now?
The children are asleep
But, look
There's nothing underneath

She pulled back the blankets to look under their beds.

Y/n:
No ghouls
No witches here to scream or scare them
Or ensnare them

She got up and slowly approached, gently touching the boy's cheek.

Y/n:
Only little cozy things secure inside their dreamland...

She let out a sigh as she ran her hand down his face. But those gentle feelings were replaced as soon as she saw something else and ran after it.

Y/n:
What's this?!

After she was gone, the boy woke up with a start, confused.

-

She ran from each window to the wall to hide, still watching what was going on inside.

Y/n:
The monsters are all missing and the nightmares can't be found
And in their place there seems to be good feeling all around
Instead of screams, I swear, I can hear music in the air

She slid on one of the light decorations to the other end.

Y/n:
The smell of cakes and pies are absolutely everywhere

She swung over to where the treats were, casually taking a f/f cake and teleporting it back to her cottage.

Jumping off, she landed on a carousel, letting it spin her around.

Y/n:
The sights! The sounds!
They're everywhere and all around
I've never felt so good before!

She jumped onto a train that was going to a tunnel.

Y/n:
This empty place inside of me is filling up
I simply cannot get enough

From the train, she went onto a pole, spinning around, slowly making her way up it.

Y/n:
I want it! Oh, I want it! Oh, I want it for my own

She swung herself off, skating down the hill on her feet.

Y/n:
I've got to know, I've got to know
What is this place that I have found?

Her claws came out on her feet to stop herself.

Y/n:
What. Is. This?!

She flung off the slope and right into a pole, falling onto her back. Sitting up, she read the sign on the pole.

Christmas Town

"Christmas Town...Christmas?"

-

"We've got to find Y/n!" the mayor, his grim face on, cried into the megaphone. "There's only three hundred sixty-five days left 'till next Halloween!"

"Three hundred sixty-four."

"Is there anywhere we've forgotten to check?" he pleaded, hoping for a suggestion.

"I looked in ender mausoleum," the clown said, balancing himself on his unicycle.

"We opened the sarcophagi," the witches all said together.

Mr. Hyde, with his foot in a pumpkin, says, "I tromped through the pumpkin patch. Nothing."

"I peeked behind the Cyclops' eye!" one of the vampires said, then insisted when the three weird sisters laughed, "I did!" and pulled his own eye with a snap back into place for emphasis. "But she wasn't there."

"It's time to sound the alarms!" the mayor decided with a nod.

A little mummy boy climbed up the hearse and began to crank the alarm, a cat sounding out.

-

In Dr. Finkelstein's castle, Sammy looked out the website, a cauldron of soup in front of him. Stuck away up there, he never knew what was going on, but he began to have a sinking feeling of intuition.

'Oh, my dear Y/n, please be alright...'

He listened out. When safe, he took out the nightshade he had gathered from the night before. He carefully measured the poison, not wanting to kill the doctor. At the very least, he was still his creator and Sammy had a soft spot for him. Steam rose up and he held his nose shut, trying to wave away the foul stench.

He took a jar and took the cap off. "Frog's breath will overpower any order."

The frog burped into the soup, giving it a new kind of smell. He closed his nose, coughing, then put the jar down and stumbled across the room for a cabinet. "Worm's wort...where's that worm's wort?!" He threw around a bunch of jars until he finally found it: the last bit of worm's wort that he had.

"Sammy!" he heard Dr. Finkelstein yell down to him from a distance. "Is that soup ready yet?"

He poured the worm's wort in, trying stirring it together. "Coming!" He ladled it in, then carried it to Dr. Finkelstein's laboratory.

Spread out on his table were X-rays and a hand in a jar. "Hmm..." His skull opened, letting him scratch his brain, the hinges squeaking once he closed it.

Sammy placed the bowl down in front of him, announcing, "Lunch."

The doctor moved his chair closer, asking, "What's that?" He leaned forward and inhaled deeply. His face lit up and he clutched his spoon, dipping it in. "Worm's wort! Mmm!"

Sammy felt himself bounce on the balls of his feet, keeping his mouth in a straight line to keep from smiling. But before his moment of triumph, the doctor put it down, now looking annoyed. "And frog's breath."

His voice shook when he asked, "Well, what's wrong? I thought you liked frog's breath." He blinked his eyes to feign confusion.

"Nothing's more suspicious than frog's breath." He held the spoon out, squinting at the soup in it. He slid the bowl to him and held out the spoon. "Until you taste it, I won't swallow a spoonful."

"I'm not hungry." He made like he was putting his hand out to refuse, but 'accidentally' knocked the spoon out of Dr. Finkelstein's hand. "Oops."

He reached down to pick it up, listening to the cry of, "You want me to starve. An old man like me!"

While down there, Sammy swapped the spoon out for the strainer spoon, hiding the original one away.

"Me, to whom you owe your very life!"

"Oh, don't be silly," he said, standing up. He took the bowl of soup and held it high above the doctor so that he would not notice the holes when he dipped it in the soup, letting it drain out. He pretended to take a sip. "Mmm. See? Scrumptious."

He handed it back, the doctor picking up the bowl and drinking right from the brim of it, not bothering to ask for the spoon back, which Sammy was grateful for.

He had accused the innocent boy for nothing, yet he had still made his favorite meal and had patiently shown him that there was nothing to fear. Perhaps there was still a chance for a father-son bond, after all.

Sammy clutched his hands, eagerly awaiting.