Pulling an arrow from the quiver attached to her back, Valentina Hart, better known to many as Cupid, grinned as she took aim. She wasn’t much for interacting with others; she’d rather sit back and watch the love unfurl; whether it be for a fond childhood memory, first crush (which to her was really important), or activity. The arrow struck the man in the back as he was walking away, he’d rejected a woman in favor of ‘being alone’ as he put it. Valentina couldn’t have that now could she? The fluttering of wings in a hurried frenzy made her scowl. “Hush up Cherub.” She said to the baby-like creature that came to rest on her shoulder. The light of the moon made everything seem so unreal and perfect for love. Children weren’t out this time at night but she didn’t care. Valentina would often spend hours talking to girls, mainly, about love and princes in faraway castles who’d give up anything to save their princess. She’s talk with boys but they rarely seen her anyways.

Looking up at the moon, the very same moon that had spoken her name some time ago, she smiled. “I hope this is what I’m supposed to be doing?” she asked, slipping her bow around her and folding her hands behind her back. The moon had only spoken her name, with no other directions from the mysterious voice; Valentina had been left on her own. She guarded the love, childhood love, to be exact. To some extent she also helped children who recently lost a loved one or a pet that they loved dearly. Valentina still strayed from her duties to aid adults as well; she couldn’t bear to see heartbreak. “Come on Cherub,” she said, “Let’s go find someone else to help.”

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Bunnymund, the large Australian-accented bunny, was beginning to regret hopping through the snow. “I can’t feel my feet! I can’t feel my feet!” He hated riding in the sleigh, or using other means of transportation aside from his tunnels. After more panicked words and a case of mild frostbite, the bottoms of his unprotected feet were red and cold. The heat of North’s place didn’t help either and soon the bunny was glaring daggers at the door and the snow and ice beyond. Bunnymund still wasn’t used to the cold; he preferred the warmth of the warren any day. He caught sight of Jack Frost and a tall and slender man he knew as Jack Skellington. The six foot and one inch tall rabbit approached the two Jacks and sighed.

North opened the door quickly, pulling them all inside. “We are waiting for Tooth and Sandy!” He said as the door closed. The Yetis were still at work, their occasional gibberish language filtering through the walls and door. “Cookies, eggnog and hot chocolate?” he asked, gesturing to the tiny elves that held up the cups that had probably been drunk from and the cookies that most likely had been in the mouths of the tiny, ditzy elves. Bunny declined as he looked around. “So why are we here?” 

The tall white bearded man sighed, “I have feeling in my belly that something is not right.” 
Bunny still couldn’t believe that his ‘belly’ could tell him anything. “Like what?”

North shrugged as he took a cookie for himself, “We wait for others.”