Astrid had been so wrapped up in what she had been doing, following the thread of the lay line until it was due to lead them right off the cliff. With a yelp she jolted back as she realized they were about to walk right off the edge into an abyss. "What the... but the magic... here?" She looked confused for a moment, as she had thought this was a gift from Santa, until she realized who on incarnation of Santa was... one of the Original ones. "Odin...All Father..." She said breathlessly and then turned as Alexander cursed like that. "Hey... Don't curse out AllFather like that!"
However, as the jingling continued she realized it wasn't the Allfather. For one... the atmosphere was all wrong. The bells were too loud, and... she wasn't filled with the urge to fight. "Uh... never mind. That is not him." She frowned at that as she gripped her spear more at that point and looked around.
Katalina had stopped believing in Santa Claus when she had been taken away to her World. They didn't have any sense of what seasons were under the ocean, and thus, they didn't have celebrations during the various times of year. Also being locked up in a war with no real goodwill in the world had knocked any sense of belief in the man out of the young woman. So, hearing those bells and feeling that feeling triggered not the happy response another child might have. She pulled out her knife and looked around.
"So, I'm guessing everyone can hear that, huh?" She yelled over the ever present jingling. It seemed that they were at a standstill at that point anyways, with the jingling echoing in the clearing, while the edge of the World was staring them in the face. What were they going to do now?