Large, fluffy, feet collided with the floor as a massive rabbit jumped high into the air. He arrived at Santa's workshop, perhaps later than intended, and found himself in the company of an unfamiliar face. Well, skull, actually. "Crikey," he exclaimed, jolting back for a moment. "Who're you mate?" The puzzled rabbit learned forward in confusion, arms crossed and eyes slightly narrowed. "A new Guardian?" That seemed the most plausible explanation. 

"Silence!" A powerful, heavily accented, voice thundered through the workshop. A burly man, dressed in red and black attire, came forward with crossed arms and a minion of small elves following behind each step. "Jack Skellingtion!" The man opened his arms, forcing the fragile skeleton into a painful embrace. "Welcome to my workshop!" 

A clumsy elf appeared as Jack was released, offering a steaming cuppa coca. 

"I trust you've become acquainted with Frost and Bunnymund," the legendary Guardian assumed, falling back into his favorite chair. "I'm North, it's been too long my friend!" Not exactly friends, but they did share a history in the past. In fact, North still shivers at the idea of Oogie Boogie.