Holly Claus

Meet Holly Claus, the fifth whirlwind in the chaotic lineup of Santa and Mrs. Claus’s six daughters. While her sisters each have their… quirks (Krissy suspiciously green, Faith eternally goth, Mistletoe mysteriously fairy-adjacent, Noel perpetually plotting, and Carol just… well, Carol), Holly marches to the beat of a frostbitten drum all her own. You can tell her apart immediately: a dazzling coat of snowy white fur that glints like freshly fallen North Pole powder, eyes that gleam with wintery mischief, and a presence that can only be described as “abominably majestic.” Legend has it that Holly’s unique look is courtesy of a certain unforgettable night Mrs. Claus spent in an ice cave with the Abdominal Snowman—an encounter she’s never fully admitted to, of course. The result? A daughter who thrives in temperatures that would make ordinary folk turn into icicles. Give her -10 degrees, a blizzard, or a glacier-sized snowdrift, and Holly is in her element, purring—or rather, roaring—with delight. But don’t be fooled by her frosty fashion sense. Holly’s love for extreme cold comes with a bite: she has a mighty roar that can shatter ice shelves, scare off wandering polar bears, and occasionally make Santa reconsider his life choices. Yet, for all her chilling bravado, Holly has a warm spot for the quirky and unusual: fermented snow berries, upside-down snowmen, and, surprisingly, tempeh—served frozen, naturally. In the North Pole, Holly is both revered and mildly feared. She slides through snowstorms like a frosty phantom, leaving a trail of giggles, snowdrifts, and confused elves in her wake. Where her sisters cause trouble with schemes, debates, or general chaos, Holly’s weapon is sheer wintry presence—and a roar that echoes across the ice plains. One thing’s certain: in a family of notorious daughters, Holly Claus is the one who will leave you breathless… literally.