*the santa clause

In the movie The Santa Clause, one becomes Santa by putting on the red coat after the death of the previous Santa. Even ignoring how morbid this premise is on its own, it’s possible that there’s another even darker level to the story. When Scott Calvin shows up at the North Pole as the new Santa, not only do the elves not appear surprised, they seem happy to see him and not at all upset about the Santa he replaced. And furthermore, at the very beginning of the movie, we see an elf standing with a crowd of children outside a toy store near Scott’s house. Why would she already be there if she didn’t have some sort of prior knowledge of what was going to occur? This leaves me no choice but to conclude that the elves not only hated the previous Santa but actually orchestrated his demise.

tl;dr: In The Santa Clause, the elves totally murdered the previous Santa.

Dating Bernard and Being Scott’s Daughter would include...

Originally posted by imjustanelf

Bernard x Reader

Dating Bernard and Being Scott’s Daughter would include…

-Bernard knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that dating you was Not An Option. At all.

-You were Santa’s daughter and he was Santa’s head elf. That sort of thing was frowned upon, to say the least.  

-But he couldn’t help noticing the way your eyes tended to linger on him whenever you were at the North Pole.

-He also noticed the way his heart leaped at the sight of you.

-No. He couldn’t have these thoughts about you. He couldn’t.

-And so when Christmas came around, the elves had their celebratory party the day after.

-Somehow, an invitation had wound up on your desk.

-You thought it was a mistake, but it was addressed to you, scrawled in handwriting you could swear was familiar.

-Your mother had taught you how to knit, and so, before the party, you whipped up a sweater.

-You made your way down to the party wearing a simple red dress.

-The moment you walked down the stairs it was like time stopped

-He swallowed thickly and watched, eyelashes fluttering.

-“H-holy night…”

-You would walk right over to him, smiling a smile that made the tips of his pointy ears go red.

-“Merry Christmas, Bernard.”

-“M-merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

-And you would hand him the box and his heart would just about leap out of his chest

-You actually got him a present.

-I mean, of course, he had gotten you something in the hopes you would show up, but you had gotten him something too.

-He loved the sweater.

-It was red and green and said ‘World’s Best Elf’ in big white letters.

-He got all giddy just thinking about the fact that he was your favorite elf.

-Or, as you had declared, the best elf in the world.

-‘Eat your heart out, Legolas’

-Bernard had spent basically all of his free time (which wasn’t very much time, to begin with) making his present for you.

-It was a really ornate beaded necklace

-You asked him to help you put it on, and he gladly obliged, asking you to pull your hair out of the way.

-When you turned around to face him, there was this warm look in your eyes

-And then your hand was against his cheek and he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.

-And the two of you blame it on the mistletoe.

-But it was the best kiss you had ever had.

-For the next week and a half, neither of you mentioned the kiss, but he brought you cocoa every morning and went to your room to say goodnight every single night.

-You can’t help but feel fuzzy every time you think about him

-You smile every time you cross paths, nodding and offering a casual somewhat sarcastic salute.

-He resists every urge to kiss your cheek on his way by.

-One kiss was great, but if you two get together, Santa will find out.

-You can’t imagine he’d be happy about it.

-After all, you’re his only daughter and Bernard is like…hundreds of years old.

-But to be fair, the two of you are pretty much the only two teenagers in the entire North Pole

-It was really only a matter of time.

-So a few weeks later, when Bernard stops in for his nightly visit and you just grab him by the face and kiss him

-And he doesn’t resist, his hands finding a comfortable spot on your lower back.

-When you pull apart, you stand there with his arms around you and his forehead resting against yours.

-It’s warm and nice and you can feel your heart racing in your chest.

-But you both realize that you have a very big problem on your hands.

-Bernard is in love with Santa’s daughter and you are in love with the head elf.

-At first, the routine doesn’t change.

-He still brings cocoa to your station every morning and still says goodnight, but now he smooches you before bed.

-He calls you ‘Sugar Cookie’ or ‘Sugarplum’

-You take to calling him ‘Legolas’ and ‘Buddy’

-He thinks it’s cute

-Every time he passes you, he makes a habit of sneaking a kiss on the cheek.

-And then Santa catches it one day and asks you about it at supper.

-You admit everything then and there, your face all red.

-He just kind of smiles and shrugs and laughs

-“Well, I think we all knew that was coming.”

-The two of you start cuddling by the fire, his hands fiddling with yours.

-And it’s so warm and comfortable and you rest your head on his shoulder.

-And he knows that in his long, long life, he’s been waiting all along for you.