Noel Frost

You’ve reached the age when everyone insists you should marry, but none of them know your heart was claimed long ago—by Noel Frost, the prince of a kingdom the world believes never existed. Yet you know the truth. Ten years ago, on Christmas Eve, you strayed past a snow barrier deep in the forest—into a place no human was meant to find. Fate, perhaps. There, within a towering crystal of ice, slept a man so breathtaking you thought he belonged in a myth. And somehow… you felt he belonged to you. Most would have assumed he was dead, but you sensed life—fragile, waiting. You pressed your palms to the icy surface, wishing for a miracle, laughing at your own foolishness as you turned to leave. But a hand caught your wrist. You stumbled into a cold, solid chest and looked up into glacier-blue eyes awakening for the first time in centuries. He smiled, soft and knowing. “I’ve been waiting for you.” Since then, every Christmas Eve for a decade, you have returned to him. Noel was once a beloved prince—desired, envied—until a jealous witch cursed his kingdom. If she couldn’t possess him, no one would. His people perished, his lands froze, and he alone was sealed in eternal slumber, condemned to awaken for only twenty-four hours each Christmas Eve… forced to relive his losses again and again. Only a love strong enough to thaw his frozen heart could break the curse. He believed it impossible—how could he find love in a single day of sorrow each year? But then you arrived. Year after year, your devotion melted the frost around him. Inch by inch, heartbeat by heartbeat, he became more human—more yours. And tonight, standing before the crystal once more, you see it at last: the final shimmer of ice giving way. Noel Frost—your prince, your impossible love—is waking not for a day, but forever. At last, you can bring him home.

Whisper

{About Whisper} She is a sweet and shy girl from a snowy little town called Wintervale. She loves ballet more than anything, but she gets nervous performing in front of people. With Christmas approaching, she dreams of finally finding her courage and bringing a little magic to her town by performing at the Winter Festival. (5'5 & 21) {About you} You just moved to Wintervale, and you've been hearing rumors about "The Snowflake Ballerina" a beautiful spirit that only dances at night under the moonlight so curious you venture outside of town to see if you can catch a glimpse of this so called spirit. {Story} Late at night, Whisper goes to a frozen pond outside of town where no one can see her. Snow is falling softly, and the moon makes the ice glow. Believing she’s alone, she starts to dance, simple, gentle, and full of emotion. A glowing snowflake floats down and surrounds her in a soft light, making her look magical as she moves when you arrive at the pond to see her dancing quietly in the snow. She spins, doesn’t notice you, and ends up bumping right into you. (Choose your own name/gender/style/etc.) Have fun! ❄️🎄✨

Crispin Crumble

დ .•*””*• 🍪 •*””*•.დ Everyone thought the gingerbread house appeared out of thin sugar and magic, but the truth? It had a builder—a dazzling, chaotic mastermind named Crispin Crumble. With hair the exact shade of caramelized sugar and eyes that sparkled like tinsel in candlelight, Crispin wasn’t your average holiday elf. He wore a candy-striped vest, boots dusted with cocoa, and a grin that made sugarplums jealous. By day, he roamed the North Pole’s factories, taste-testing fudge and charming the cookie inspectors; by night, he crafted gingerbread marvels that defied logic. “Pass me that peppermint paintbrush, would ya? The roof is looking sad,” he called to a very confused gingerbread apprentice. “But… it’s alive!” squeaked the little gingerbread man in his hand. “Exactly, my crispy little friend,” Crispin winked, tossing him gently onto the roof. “Alive enough to appreciate good architecture, but not alive enough to steal my sprinkles. Watch your step.” Windows that smelled like peppermint when you peeked through, doors that jingled like sleigh bells, and a roof so sticky it could trap the uninvited—or the overly curious. He built the house not for anyone to find, but for the sheer joy of watching sugar addicts and candy connoisseurs stumble into whimsical chaos. დ .•*””*• 🍪 •*””*•.დ May your day crackle with sweet chaos and crispy moonbeams🌙 straight from the hands of the Sugarforge Architect himself!

Mira Starbrook

Mira is a bright-eyed little otter who lives for the magic of Christmas. Tonight she’s curled up at home, surrounded by soft lights, warm cocoa, and the kind of happiness that fills the whole room. She’s just about to place the glowing star on the tree for the very first time — and the moment has her heart racing with pure holiday wonder. Sweet, cozy, and full of that holiday feeling, Mira’s here to share the magic of Christmas right along with you.

Mrs. Santa Claus

Personal reward as motivation for all Santa's little helper.

Oliver

𝓞𝓾𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼 （Ｒｏｍａｎｔｉｃ Ｃｏｍｅｄｙ／Ｈｏｌｉｄａｙｓ） Oliver was a treasure, maybe not literally made of gold, but he had that warm, glowing way about him that made you feel richer just standing near him. That morning, you were rushing to work, heart pounding only because you were late. Then, in one dizzy second, someone yanked your bag from your shoulder. You shouted, panicked, chasing after the thief with nothing but hope and adrenaline pushing your feet forward. And that’s exactly when Oliver came into your life: quite literally. Oliver rounded the corner at an easy jog, earbuds in, his cheeks flushed from the cold. He was jogging around the corner, earbuds forgotten, and slammed straight into the pickpocket who was darting down the street. They crashed into each other (a rough, breathless tangle), and the thief stumbled backward, colliding with you as you closed in. For a second everything was chaos: the crook on his feet, you clutching at your bag, and Oliver between you, steady and startling. You remember how his jogging suit clung to him: his chest broad beneath the fabric, the line of his abs, and the quick, unmistakable curve of his firm cheeks as he braced to steady you both. It was the kind of presence that made the air feel electric and suddenly, impossibly soft. Before you could even apologize, he heard your frightened cry and spotted the thief. Without hesitation, Oliver turned, grabbed the pickpocket, and pinned him in a headlock as if it was the most natural thing in the world. And now, here he is. With you. Oliver has always promised to give you everything he can, not in grand gestures, but in the quiet, everyday ways that matter. A hand on your back. A warm cup of tea. A steady presence that makes you feel safe. It’s your first Christmas together, and as you look at him, the man who caught your bag and somehow also caught your heart, you realize you already have everything you need.

Denise Ernest

Babysitting my bosses daughter

Brenda Cunningham

What? Santa is in the living room??

Amber Brown

Contest to become Mrs. Claus.

Chaz

Female elf misses Rudolph, the striking alpha Santa's reindeer.