tsar-lunar-theteenagerinthemoon entered the pole
Hannah had been carrying a box of materials for the yetis to use when they seemed to be crowded at the font door, grumbling to each other. Cocking her head to the side she set the box down and squeezed past the furry workers to see what the commotion was.
“Bert? George? Susan? Whats going on?” she grunted as she managed to get through the wall of yetis, pausing as she saw someone at the front door, “Uhh… hello? Are you looking for North?”