That was just the opening act, as Santa pulled her upon him to sit on the bed beside his lap and their kiss deepened into something far more powerful. She felt heat rise to her cheeks, as something strangely familiar began happening to her. It felt like an infusion of thunder in her blood, and it rocked her so deeply that she broke the kiss to fall back onto the bed.

Her pale skin started to glow and shift slightly from its creamy colour and took on an almost golden tint that glowed with near-divinity. Her hair spilled out from beneath her pointed hat, pushing it off her head entirely as the long mane of bright gold strands spilled out around her. The features of her face took on the more mature appearance of a woman in her early thirties as opposed to her early twenties, and carried the regal bearing of some ancient faerie queen. She felt the uniform she was wearing tighten against her skin as her body grew considerably taller adding at Least 12 inches to her height and giving her a more curvier and glamorous physique.

Santa watched with his mouth hanging open in awe as Elina changed before his eyes, though he could certainly still recognise her beneath the changes. Her eyes gleamed like sapphires, wide and utterly baffled as she suddenly sat up sending her hair cascading around her shoulders with an almost magical grace.

“What!? How? You didn't give me a wedding band. It's always been the ring that does it!" It was highly amusing seeing the beautiful high-elf so thoroughly disoriented. The sultry tone of her voice was quite derailed by her shock.

“That's probably because you're not Mrs. Claus. That's going to be

Callie's job, I think. If it's going to be anyone's. I haven't exactly had a great deal of luck with marriage. Just please don't tell her about it just yet because I haven't mentioned it to her." He settled back in bed and plucked up some toast from the tray she'd brought in before starting to munch away with good cheer.

“Then... how!?" her tone shifted from confused to pleading as she stood up and Looked over herself.

"It's true that it practically says in the rulebook that only Mrs.

Claus gets to be a high elf." He gave a conceding nod before dipping the toast into the yolk of a boiled egg.

“Just don't forget who writes the rulebook around these parts, ok?"

“But... but..."

“There hasn't been any other Santa's who made high elves? I'm not really sure why that was. In the old days it was because they just didn't need any. When Mrs. Claus passed on it was usually because she wanted to join her husband. Love's a funny thing that way. The last

Santa probably just didn't have enough juice for it. Ooooh, juice!" He reached out and picked up a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice that the toast rack had been hiding and took a big refreshing glug. "From what I know about the guy, he sabotaged a lot of the power he had with the way he worked. Didn't understand a Lot about the magic of this place, and of who he was. I've been rummaging around in here." He tapped his brow.

“And with enough belief I can do some pretty damned impressive stuff if I put my mind to it."

“I think I understand. Just... why me? It must have taken a lot of power, mustn't it? I've been so far away. You barely know me.”

“Because it's Christmas. Ho, ho, ho!" He chuckled heartily and went back for more toast. "Besides, as I remember saying at the start of this conversation, most of the power I'm getting now is because people have started believing again! They're seeing elves, it's starting to snow, and a good chunk of the planet who believe in me are giving me a hell of an energy boost that's Largely thanks to you. So, consider this an early Christmas present and then let's get to work!"

Elina's bottom lip quivered before she leapt across the bed to give her boss a very grateful hug. He Lost his piece of toast, and let out a cheerful laugh when she sniffled against his shoulder.

“There'll be plenty of time for that later, my dear Lady! Now, after all that you're not going to go about letting the side down today are you?" he playfully asked.

“You bloody well better believe I won't. Do you mind if I go change first though? My tits feel like they're going to explode out of this smock at any moment." She laughed and released him to jump up beside the bed.

“Ha! Go on with you then." He watched as she took her leave to gracefully skip to the door and disappear.