In this Christmas special, Maggie hears the story of a young elf who's mischievous ways makes her an outcast amongst her peers. It's not until she starts developing strange icy powers that she catches the eye of infamous ice pirate, Captain Jack Frost!

❄Featured Song: Let It Go by Lucy Hale ft. Rascal Flatts❄

7:47 p.m on December 23rd
34 hours till Christmas Morning

T'was the night before Christmas Eve and all through the Black Pearl,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a sea turtle.

The stockings were hung on the main mast with care,
In hope's that Jack the Monkey would quit flinging them here and there!

Little Maggie was in her cabin, plotting in her head,
That loveable little lunatic was planning to make Santa... DEAD?!

Maggie knew all about this Santa man. She had heard the legends, she had studied the myths and suffice it to say, she was hardly amused. She was actually deeply concerned and terrified of this so-called Saint Nicholas. Apparently they're just giving the title of Saint to just anyone nowadays.

Oh yes, Maggie had heard about this jolly red bloke, how he see's her when she's sleeping and knows when she's awake. Therefore he must also watch her as uses the loo, the sick son of a bugger! And apparently he also likes to judge her on wither she's been naughty or nice! Who does he think he is? Telling her, Maggie Sparrow, wither she's been naughty or nice! He isn't a God, nor the boss of her!

And what if she had been naughty? What would he do to her? Maggie had a theory of just what he'd do! She dug a little deeper and discovered that this Kris Kringle has a workshop in a top secret location in the North Pole! The workers in said workshop are little people known as his elves. Elves who are little people?! The connection was undeniable! Santa clearly kidnaps the naughty children and forces them to work in his North Pole sweatshop!

The more Maggie studied this man, the more it became apparent... that she needed to take him down. Thus, Maggie began the Christmas tradition of assassinating Santa Claus! Or rather attempting to assassinate Santa Claus... she had yet to succeed, but this only fuelled her motivations!

However aside from that, Maggie loved Christmas. Every year, they held a Christmas party on the Pearl with the crew, they drank egg nog, exchanged presents and decorated the main mast like a Christmas tree. Maggie was against uprooting a real tree, it seemed unfair to just let it die. Besides the Pearl's mast look just as beautiful when decorated. After their Christmas party, their crewmates went their separate ways to spend the holiday with their families.

Come the twenty-third of December, it was just Maggie and her father aboard the Pearl... so Maggie began setting her traps for Santa, she placed a dozen bear trap's around the mast of the Pearl.

"Deck the halls with Santa's dismembered parts, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la! Take him out, before he can get me, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la! Don meself with machete's and hand grenades, Fa-la-la! La-la-la! La-la-la!" Maggie sang as she set up a rope trap and trip wire for her jolly red victim.

Captain Jack watched her as she went about her Santa assassination preparations. He was happy Maggie believed in Santa, all little children tend to. But leave it to Maggie to make a sweet and endearing childhood belief into something much more sinister.

"Maggie, are you sure all this is necessary?" Jack asked her.

"Absolutely" Maggie told him. "I won't let Santa kidnap and brainwash me to be another one of his toy-building slave!"

"Luv, I've tried to tell you time and time again..." Jack sighed. "Santa doesn't want to hurt you, he's just a sweet man who wants to give you presents! Please! Just let him give you presents! Why must you always look a gift horse in the mouth?"

"I can't help it, Daddy" Maggie said. "It's in my nature. Y'know regardless of the whole Santa thing, I am excited for Christmas tomorrow morning."

"I understand, Luv" Jack told her. "I remember when I was a little lad, I was so excited on Christmas Eve I could barely sleep. Then the next morning, I'd run to see what Santa left for me." He noticed Maggie frown and took her into his lap.

"Why is it you don't like Santa, Luv?" He asked her. "Honestly...?"

"He's kinda scary" Maggie whispered. "And intimidating. And you know how I don't like to admit when I'm scared."

"Yes, you always were such a brave little girl" her father nodded. "Smart too! I knew that, ever since I noticed you starting to formulating your own escape plans from your cradle!"

Maggie giggled, remembering it.

"You can see Santa as however you wish, Luv" Jack told her. "After all, Santa is just one symbol of what Christmas is really about. You understand that, don't you?"

"Yep!" Maggie nodded. "It's also about presents!"

"And family!" Jack reminded her sternly.

"And family... and family..." Maggie muttered with a wave of her hand.

Captain Jack shook his head. "Let me tell you something, Missy" he told her. "You could wake up on Christmas morning and have everything your little heart desired. But you would still be miserable when you look around notice that there's no one there to share it with you."

Maggie scoffed "Bah Humbugger!"

"You know, Maggie my pet" Jack sighed. "It worries me how you managed to become a such a cynic this early on in life. Can't be good for your moral center...

"I have a moral center?" Maggie asked, feeling her middle.

"However, your current attitude reminds me of a grinchy little elf who also felt out of place amongst the Christmas-y background she resided in" Jack said, foreshadowing.

"Oh God!" Maggie groaned. "Is this one of those nauseating stories where the one grumpy and only relatable character, ends up going on some magical life-altering adventure that makes them change their point of view?"

"The good one's usually are" Jack told her. "The elf's name was Crispin. She had been lost and alone for years and went on a whole journey to find herself. You want to hear the story?"

"Alright!" Maggie sighed, rolling her eyes. "Go nuts, Mr. Narrator!"

"Well..." he put an arm around her. "This story takes place in the vast snowy wilderness of the North Pole..."

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Up high at the top of the world, where no one would look, there was a large village that ran on joy and belief. Tucked away in between the snowy mountains, in the highest range. There it was, Santa's Village, also known as The North Pole.

It was the place where elves worked frequently and tirelessly. Shift by shift, night and day, they designed and built toys, packaged and wrapped them. The elves were the lifeline of Christmas, they put their blood, sweat and tears into every gift. Not literally, thank goodness...

But there just so happened to be a little elf, who, unlike the rest of the elves, wasn't feeling the Christmas spirit.

Crispin was the one elf who always stuck out like a sore thumb. While every other elf wore the standard red and green uniforms, Crispin preferred to dye her uniforms blue and white. While the other elves had rosy cheeks and bright beaming smiles, Crispin had a complexion as smooth and white as fresh powdery snow and seemed to always have a cold and succinct little frown.

But you must understand, it wasn't Crispin's fault she was different. You see, Crispin was an orphan. Left on the steps of Santa's Workshop one night, as an infant during a bitter and windy blizzard. No one knew where she came from, nor how she got there or who she belonged to. But the elves wasted no time, raising her and soon giving her a job, painting doll houses. But as time went on, Crispin came to the realization that she was more than different from her fellow elves. She was a lot more different than her fellow elves.

For instance, The North Pole could get as cold as -40⁰ F. Chilly enough to make a polar bear want to put on a parka! But Crispin could walk outside without so much as a sweater and not even feel cold. She never got sick either. And her body temperature was always cold, when the other elves would high five her or shake her hand, they'd shiver immediately afterwards.

No doubt about it, Crispin was different. But on this particular day, that was more prominent. The day in question came just five days before Christmas Eve. The elves were hard at work and singing Christmas Carol's as they went.

Crispin didn't care for Christmas Carol's... Oh, sure! They were nice to hear every once in a while, but not every single day on repeat! This was, like, the eighteenth time they've played Jingle Bells today! And it wasn't even noon yet!

Jingle Hell! Jingle Hell! Make it go away! Crispin mentally sang as she finished off another doll house.

She noticed some of the elves placing a shiny red guitar onto the conveyor belt marked FINISHED PRESENTS. A smirk lit up Crispin's face as she got an idea on how to lighten up this tediously cheery day...

The elves continued to work, their little hammers banging, their wood saws rearing and their paint brushes gliding back and forth. A majority of them bopped their heads and worked along to the beat of Jingle Bells.

Until the song abruptly stopped... And it was replaced with a shrieking guitar solo. Suddenly Crispin came sliding out onto one of the indoor balconies in the Workshop, playing the guitar in hand and singing to the tune of jingle bells:

🎶"Dashing through the snow, on a pair of broken ski's!
Over the hills we go, smashing into trees!
Smash! Smash! Smash!
The snow is turning red, I think I might be dead!
I woke up in the hospital with stitches in my head!
Oh!
9-1-1, 9-1-1, Santa Claus is dead!
Rudolph took a .44 and shot him in the head!
Oh!
Barbie Doll, Barbie Doll, tried to save his life!
But G.I. Joe from Mexico stabbed him with a knife!" 🎶

The elves stared at her in wide-eyed shock. Their mouths agape and one girl elf in the back, fainted off her work stool.

"Crispin! Get down from there, NOW!" Came a shrill but stern voice.

Crispin turned to see her superior, Mr. Figgles come up to her and he practically had steam come out of both of his pointed ears.

Mr. Figgles pulled Crispin aside and took the Guitar away from her, placing it back on the Finished Presents conveyor belt.

"What are you doing?" He asked Crispin. "You know you're suppose to be working! We have less than a week left till Christmas and you still have five more units of doll houses that need to be painted!"

"I was just taking a short break!" Crispin protested. "It seems like all we ever do here is work!"

"Well, what do you expect?" Mr. Figgles asked. "We're building toys for billions of kids around the world! Rome wasn't built in a day! We need all hands on deck, working round the clock! And so far you're the only one who's goofing off!"

"Maybe I'd be a little more work-oriented, if you change that music!" Crispin said. "I mean we're listening to the same songs over and over, day after day!"

"I haven't heard anyone else complain" scoffed Figgles. "Besides music helps us elves stays happy during work..."

"Singing while you work may cause you happiness, but all it's causing me is mental illness!" Crispin told him.

"Well, I'm sorry but I'm not changing the rules just because one elf disagrees!" Figgles told her.

Crispin huffed in defeat "Sometimes I wish I wasn't an elf..." she said.

"Sometimes Crispin, I have to wonder if you're really are one..." Figgles muttered.

"I heard that!" Crispin snapped at her supervisor as he walked away.

Crispin sighed. The only reason she was offended by Mr. Figgles comment was because it echoed one her own thoughts. She had always questioned her identity as an elf, but it was still hurtful to hear someone else question it.

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Crispin lept off her work stool seconds before the lunch break bell rang. She made her way to a station in the Workshop labeled The Office Of Naughty & Nice, this was the place where the list of every child in world was drawn up, printed and then brought to the big guy in red... Tinkles McGinty, the FedEx Elf.

...And then he brought it to Santa.

Crispin stopped into the office to grab a peice of paper, a clipboard and a pen. Mr. Figgles said that he couldn't change the music in the Workshop, based on one elf's opinion. So Crispin decided to start a petition during lunch, if she could get more elves to agree with her and sign, they'd have no choice but to change the music.

I mean, Crispin couldn't be the only elf who was sick of with Christmas music...

"Attention Elves!" Crispin shouted standing atop her usual lunch table. "I have here in my hand a--" she stopped short when she heard one table still talking amongst themselves.

"Yo! I said SHUT UP!" Crispin yelled in their direction. "Holy Night, People..." she sighed. "Anyways! I have here in my hand a petition!"

"Looks just like a peice of paper on a clipboard!" One Elf cried out.

Crispin tried so hard to roll her eyes. "It is... But provided some of you sign your names on it, it will become a petition!" She explained in more detail. "This petition will enable us to change the music in the Workshop! Or at the very least, we'll have a little more variety! So if that's something that interests you, please sign it! I'll begin passing it around from table to table now!"

Crispin handed it to the table next to hers and told them to pass it down. As she sat down to enjoy her lunch, she noticed that a few elves had actually took the pen and signed the clipboard! Crispin grinned, maybe she wasn't a normal elf, but at least there were others who shared in her opinion.

After finishing her lunch of cream of peppermint soup and gingerbread, Crispin found her clipboard. She eagerly snatched it up and read through the row of names, but as she did her eagerness faded...

Jingle bells, Crispin's a horrible rebel! 😆

And since Crispin's idea blows, let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!😝

I bring this petition for you, stick it up your bum! 😋

None of the elves had actually signed her petition! They just made stupid, insulting rewrites to the lyrics of Christmas Carol's! Crispin's heart dropped into her stomach, all the hope she had about at last fitting in at the Pole, had evaporated.

"You know if the music isn't too your liking, maybe it's because there's something wrong with your taste in music..." a female elf said as she sauntered by. "...Or lack thereof!"

Crispin stared her down, as she felt the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Mistletoe was a the biggest kiss up in the North Pole and with the rest of these elves, that was saying something! She never missed the opportunity to tell someone how badly they screwed up. And just Crispin's luck, it was her turn today...

"Get lost, Mistletoe!" Crispin snapped. "It was just an idea I had!"

"Well, maybe if you focused a little more on your toy building and not the music" Mistletoe told her. "You wouldn't find yourself in these kinds of situations."

"Mistletoe, mind your own business!" Crispin shouted. "It's not my fault everyone's bein--" She looked up to see Mistletoe had already turned on her heel and began walking out of the cafeteria.

"Hey!" Crispin protested. "Get back here! Mistletoe, I'm talking to you! Hey!" Crispin stamped her foot against the marble floor in frustration.

But then, quick as a flash, a large frozen spiral of frost burst out from the tip of her boot and spread across the cafeteria floor. The frost coiled and crawled towards the floor under Mistletoe's feet, causing her to slip and fall flat right onto her back.

Crispin clasped a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. "Are you alright?" She hurried over to make sure Mistletoe wasn't hurt.

"Get away from me!" Mistletoe shouted.

"What's going on I here?" Mr. Figgles rushing in. "Why am I missing doll house painter and a teddy bear stuffer?!"

"Crispin pushed me down!" Mistletoe whimpered, playing innocent.

"I didn't!" Crispin told her. "How could I? If I was all the way across the room!"

"No, you're not!" Mr. Figgles said. "You're standing right beside Mistletoe!"

"Because I saw her fall and I wanted to help her!" Crispin argued.

"Listen girls, there's no time for--why is the floor all wet?!" Figgles asked, noticing the thin puddle of melted frost on the floor.

"Crispin did that!" Mistletoe tattle-taled.

"Do you ever not run your mouth?" Crispin glared at her.

"I've heard enough, Mistletoe I want you to head to Elf Infirmary and get check out! Crispin, you will finish the unit of doll houses you started today and then, you will stay late tonight and finish stuffing the teddy bears for Mistletoe."

"What?!" Crispin scoffed. "No! That amount of work will take hours! Why should I finish her work?!"

"Cause you're the one who pushed her down!" Figgles told her.

"I didn't push anyone down!" Crispin shouted. "Don't you see, she's lying?! I shouldn't be punished for something I didn't do!"

"Enough, Crispin" Figgles sighed. "Why must you always make a big deal of everything?"

Anger spread through Crispin's body, frustration clouded her mind. She couldn't even think of anything bad enough to call Mistletoe or Figgles! She felt like she might burst...

...Unfortunately, that's exactly what she did.

Crispin wasn't sure how it happened, nor why it happened or even if she had caused it. But something just snapped inside her. And before she could stop it, a flurry of frozen force shot out of her body. It was like cold shards of glass came shooting out from from her chest! But it didn't hurt, it actually felt like a relief. Suddenly all her anger and frustration was gone, a huge weight had been lifted from her person.

But it all went flying onto Mr. Figgles and Mistletoe. The two elves stood in front of her, coated in white snow. Crispin stepped toward them carefully and brushed the snow off Mr. Figgles face. But he didn't move, because underneath all the snow their bodies were coated in a shiny blue ice! It was as if they had been dipped in liquid glass!

"Oh... my... gingerbread..." Crispin whimpered, thinking of the consequences she would face for this. She looked around the room, aimlessly. "Medic... medic...?"

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Crispin did insure that both Mr. Figgles and Mistletoe were shipped off to the Elf Infirmary. The ambulance elves were still working on getting them unfrozen when she left. Crispin then began painting the rest of the doll houses and stuffing the remaining teddy bears for Mistletoe. She figured, all in all, it was the least she could do, after mysteriously turning her into an elf-sicle!

For the rest of the day, the other elves snuck glances at Crispin and whispered about her... and for once Crispin couldn't say she blamed them. Half the things they were whispering about her, Crispin was wondering herself. How on earth did she do that? She froze two elves! No elf could do that! Why did it happen? How did it happen? Does this mean she was a danger to the other elves? Was she even an elf to begin with?

Eventually Crispin did make it back to her house that night and went straight to bed. She was exhausted from all the work and all the rumors circulating her like flies on a pile of reindeer manure! Crispin stared up at the ceiling of her bedroom, thinking back to the horrid day that had transpired.

Suddenly her bedroom melted away and she found herself staring up at dark tree branches, snow flurries danced through the bare branches and swooped down to dance around her face, tickling her nose and cheeks.

Crispin sat up and discovered her bed had become a pile of soft powdered snow. She was outside in a snowy forest. No, it was more like a cold, blue, beautiful winter wonderland outlined by the twilight of the evening. The full moon in the sky shined down on her, Crispin didn't think she had ever seen the moon that big and bright before, it was almost hypnotic...

Despite the lovely scenery she became nervous. There was something eerie about the dead silence that hung in the air and the way the bitter winter wind whistled in her ear.

Suddenly as if sensing her unease to the silence, she heard another sound ring out. A rustling in the clearing between the trees. But Crispin couldn't tell which direction it came from. The trees towered over her in every direction, their blackened bark whitened with frost and snow. She could feel someone watching her...

The person watching Crispin had found her by the plume of her breath and the sound of her feet crunching against the fresh snow. They watched as she turned around, searching for any hint of familiarity in her surroundings.

She couldn't find any...

Suddenly the person watching her stepped forward out of the shadows of the woods. He had the same blue-white complexion she had, as if neither of them had ever seen the sun. His dark blue eyes were like mirrors of the dawn and his hair wasn't even hair, but merely icicles that seemed to grow from the dark blue bandana wrapped around his head. When he reached out his hand to her, Crispin assumed it would be cold as ice. But when she took it, it did feel cold at all.

He gestured back the way he'd come from and his grip on her hand tightened in a comforting way. Crispin took a breath and prepared to ask him the questions that circulated her mind. But just as she gathered her thoughts, he shook his head and placed a finger over her mouth.

"Not here, not now" he told her.

"But where am I?" Crispin asked regardless. "What am I doing here? And who are you? Why is this happening to me?"

He looked at her and let go of her hand. When he did, Crispin was colder than she had ever been in her life. She rubbed her arms and shivered. Upon noticing this, he was quick to removed his dark blue coat and sweep it over her shoulders.

Once more, he grasped her hand.

"I don't understand..." Crispin spoke from her mind. "What does any of this mean? I feel I belong to all of this... but how?"

"You need to run" he told her.

"Run?" Crispin asked.

"This is your life... your journey" he told her. "You can only achieve the truth of it on your own!"

"What are you talking about?" Crispin asked.

But she never got an answer, because she opened her eyes and was back in her bedroom.

A dream, it was all a strange dream. But it all felt so real. She didn't remember falling asleep and she could've sworn she saw her room change. It wasn't a dream, she was transported somewhere else... Crispin was certain of it. And that man in her dream... Crispin felt as if she knew him. Even as she awoke, it felt as if he were still in the room with her. But Crispin wasn't terrified of that thought, but comforted and contented by it.

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Unbeknownst to Crispin, the man of her dreams was just four miles away, aboard a ship carved from an iceberg, floating near the shore.

As he sat in his cabin, he reached down and grabbed a handful of snow, molding it into a perfectly round snowball. He tapped his finger against the top of it and a blue layer of ice coated the ball of snow. He rubbed it, as if polishing it and soon a picture of Crispin appeared in it.

He stared into it. "She's woken up..." he observed. "She knows it wasn't a dream though. Her powers have come in right on time and now that her curiosity is piqued, she will find her way back here. Back to me... Captain Jack Frost--"

"Wait a minute!"

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"Jack... Frost?" Maggie asked.

"Captain!" Jack corrected her. "Captain Jack Sp--Frost!"

"Like the song? Jack Frost nipping at your nose?" Maggie recognized the name.

"Exactly" Jack nodded. "He's the one who makes all the snow and ice. He carves each snowflake so no two are ever the same... and of course, he was known to be a very famous ice Pirate."

"Ice Pirate?" Maggie asked. "Cool! ...No pun intended."

"Shall I continue?" Jack asked. "Or prehaps I'm still boring you with this story..."

"Keep going!" Maggie said like it was obvious. "You can't just get me all hyped up and then not tell me the rest of the story!"

"Alright! Alright!" Jack nodded, biting back a smirk. "So as Crispin went to work that day, the words of the man in her dream still rang in her head..."

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"...You need to run. This is your life... your journey. You can only achieve the truth of it on your own!"

"But what does it mean?" Crispin muttered to herself.

"Are you talking to yourself?" Came a voice behind her.

Crispin turned and saw Mistletoe standing behind her.

"Yeah" Crispin answered. "I thought about talking to you, but I wanted good advice!"

"You're crazy!" Mistletoe told her, before sneezing.

"And you're a sick-o!" Crispin smirked.

"It's your fault!" Mistletoe sniffled. "I'm lucky I didn't die from hypothermia after that stunt you pulled yesterday!"

"Too bad you didn't..." Crispin muttered.

"What?!" Came another voice.

Crispin turned and saw Mr. Figgles was behind her.

"I was just saying 'too bad Mistletoe didn't... get a prescription for those sniffles!" She covered her mistake. "We don't want the children getting sick from hugging their teddies, now do we?" She forced a smile.

"Speaking of which..." Figgles shot Crispin a glare, before turning to look at Mistletoe. "Get back to stuffing those teddy bears! Christmas isn't getting any farther away! There's still work to be done!"

"Yes, sir" Mistletoe saluted him.

"As for you, Crispin!" Mr. Figgles said. "I need to have a talk with you in my office!"

"What for?" Mistletoe asked, being nosey.

"Didn't I just tell you to get back to work?" Figgles told her.

"Yeah! Take a hike, Mistle-Hoe!" Crispin told her.

"Crispin!" Mr. Figgles scolded.

Crispin grinned as some elves behind her chimed a collective 'ooooooh!'

Mr. Figgles grabbed Crispin by the collar and pulled her into his office.

"Crispin, do you remember what I told you last week?" He asked her, sitting behind his desk.

"Of course I do!" Crispin nodded. "I remember you said 'Crispin, don't stick candy canes up people's noses!' Which I tried for myself and you were right! The minty flavoring stings! Yikes!"

"Not that! You and your hobbies..." Figgles sighed exasperated. "I meant when I told you, you had three strikes and then your position at the Workshop would be terminated."

"And...?" Crispin asked.

"And you used up all your strikes!" Figgles told her.

"What?! When?" Crispin asked.

"First, when you made an inappropriate use of a musical product and butchered classic song lyrics!"

"It's called making a song parody!" Crispin argued.

"...Second, when you froze Mistletoe and I yesterday!"

"So you got a little bit of a chill... I made sure you got thawed out alright, didn't I?" Crispin shrugged.

"...And third, the verbal argument that just ensued with Mistletoe!"

"She had it coming!" Crispin protested. "She walked up to me and started the conversation!"

Mr. Figgles stared at Crispin from across his desk. He made notes of her body language, how she slouched in her seat. How her eyes wondered the room in an uninterested manner. Crispin wasn't even concerned for her job, he was certain she never even wanted the job to begin with. Christmas Eve was in less than a week and Figgles knew he had neither the time, nor the patience to deal with insubordinate employees like her.

"Crispin, I mean it this time" Figgles said. "You're through!"

Crispin looked at him, turning her nose up in anger. "Am I?" She asked. "Then I better make it worth it!" She got up walked around the desk and poked her finger at his chest. "You were always a lousy boss! You never paid a speck of attention to any employee who didn't open their mouth except to say yes, sir or no, sir! And you will never get anywhere keeping it that way! And everyone but you knows your pointy-toed shoes are knockoffs!"

Crispin had never had the nerve to say that to her Boss, but as of lately she had had enough. It goes without saying that neither him nor her co-worker's tried very hard to help or favor her. Who could possibly work in a place full of narrow-minded, taunting, grade-A jerks!

"I've had enough of you, Crispin!" Mr. Figgles raised his voice. "Now you're employment of Santa's Workshop has already been terminated. So hand in you're pointy shoes and get out!"

Crispin reached down and pulled off her black pointy-toed shoes, then threw one of them at Mr. Figgles.

"Ow! Crispin!" Mr. Figgles said.

"Bend over and I'll give you the other one!" Crispin brandished her other shoe at him.

"You better drop that attitude, Missy!" Mr. Figgles told her. "For your information, I was nice enough to not leave you unemployed..."

"Really?" Crispin's hopes soared.

"Of course!" Mr. Figgles said. "I made some calls and got you a wonderful new job..." he handed her a shovel. "...Mucking out the reindeer stalls!"

Crispin was so furious, her hands were shaking. She wasted the past year of her life slaving away in this glittery toy-building hellhole and now she was being told demoted to shoveling reindeer shhh... excrement?!

She was livid, she wanted revenge! In fact, it was currently taking all her self control not to knock the smug Mr. Figgles out and burn this entire godforsaken workship to the ground. The only thing holding Crispin back, was the thought of every child in the world crying and sobbing over the thought of no visit from Santa. She had a temper, but she also had a moral center.

So Crispin swallowed her pride and walked out the office. But inside, her anger and frustration burned like frostbite to the heart. She calmly cleared out her workspace and began -what she assumed to be- the walk of shame out the Workshop. Which was ironic, Crispin always imagined she'd be thrilled never having to work here again. Still, she had no idea what she would do with her life now.

"Did you hear about Crispin?"

Crispin slowed her pace, upon hearing her name being mentioned nearby. Her ears perked at the conversation happening across the Workshop to her left.

"She just got sacked! Figgles fired her!" Crispin recognized the voice as Mistletoe's. "Well, it was only a matter of time, she really is useless. She never applies herself to toy building and she's way behind in her addition to the toy inventory. If anything we'll get more done with her gone."

Does Mistle-hoe ever think of anything but work? Crispin thought, rolling her eyes.

"And it's not like she'll be missed either" Mistletoe said. "She never had any friends around here."

That actually did hurt. Crispin hated all the other elves, their perky attitudes and their can-do workaholic lifestyle. It was all so... nauseating to her. But all differences aside, it would've been nice to have someone who gave her the time of day. Someone to interact with... a friend... Especially since she had no family of her own.

Little did Crispin or anyone else in the North Pole know, that the heartache of Mistletoe's words combined with the anger and frustration of being fired by Mr. Figgles would cause Crispin to do something unintentional, but also unspeakable.

There was no controlling it, it was as if Crispin's heart had slowly cracked open like a frozen lake and the snowy magic within her came seeping out and went flying in every direction. Snow flurries, icy winds and frost patterns came shooting out from the pores of her skin and the tips of her fingers. It all rushed and flowed throughout the workshop, coating and freezing everyone and everything in sight.

When the blazing white flurries seized, Crispin looked around her. Her mind went back to yesterday when she froze Mr. Figgles and Mistletoe... except this was worse. Much, much, much worse...

The entire Workshop was frozen! Elves were frozen in place, heaps of snow sat in every corner, ice coated the toy making machines and stopped the conveyor belts in their place. Toys and wrapped presents were blown out of their neatly stacked piles and ended up on the floor. And everything -everything!- was coating in frost.

Crispin began to panic, she hadn't intended for this to happen. If the elves don't build toys, they wouldn't meet their deadlines and millions of kids wouldn't receive anything for Christmas! This was bad! This was a disaster! This is... this is the apocalypse! She had ruined Christmas! For everyone in the world!

Suddenly getting fired paled in comparison...

Crispin was still in a state of shock when she left the workshop. She walked out to seek help from someone in the North Pole, but upon leaving the workshop she looked up and her anxiety grew.

She hadn't just froze the Workshop, she froze the entire North Pole!

Crispin felt like vomiting and her legs felt like tingling jelly. She was gonna fait, she knew it. Her head was spinning, she couldn't focus her vision. All she could see was the frozen faces of the elves and the white, frozen hell she had unleashed on what was, just minutes ago, the holliest jolliest place in the world!

The guilt washed over her and soon Crispin's knees buckled and she fell back. She braced herself for a hard landing on the frozen ground.

But it never came, for a pair of strong arms caught her and picked her up bridal style. As Crispin fell unconscious, the last thing she saw were a pair of dark blue eyes, staring out from beneath a matching bandana at her...

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"So who was it?" Maggie asked excited. "Was it Captain Jack Frost? What does he want with Crispin?!"

"Isn't it your bedtime?" Captain Jack asked her.

"You need to continue!" Maggie told him.

"No, you need to get to sleep" Jack retorted.

"But what happens to Crispin?" Maggie asked exasperated.

"Why do you care?" Jack smirked. "I thought it was just one of those... nauseating stories where the one grumpy and only relatable character, ends up going on some magical life-altering adventure that makes them change their point of view." He imitated Maggie.

Maggie stared him down. "Don't ever do that again!" She told him. "It looks weird when a little girl's voice comes out of a grown man!"

"Sorry..." Jack said.

"And you can't just tell half a story!" Maggie stomped her foot.

"And you can't stay up late, when Christmas Eve is tomorrow!" Jack shrugged her off.

"Dad-ddddyyyy!" Maggie whined.

"Go to sleep now and I'll finish the story for you tomorrow" Captain Jack told her.

"Aww! I gotta wait to hear the rest of the story!" Maggie complained. "Why?!"

"Cause it's bedtime!" Jack told her.

"But I wanna--" Maggie began.

"Bedtime!" Jack cut her off.

"What happens nex--" Maggie asked.

"Bedtime!" Jack repeated.

"What about Crisp--"

"Time for beddy-bye!"

"You can't just tell hal--"

"Off to dreamland!"

"Daddy--"

"Nighty-night!"

"You're being a real--"

"Merry Christmas to all and to all GET TO BED!" Captain Jack said.

AN: Hope you enjoyed part One of the Maggie Sparrow Christmas Special! Part Two shall be up before Christmas! Hope it put you in Christmas-y mood! And if you're Jewish or otherwise, I hope you enjoyed it regardless! Please leave a comment and a ☆! And Happy Holidays to all!