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Santa is not just about the presents. See something deeper in this mythological figure. A story that’s meaningful. Find a cast of gritty, compassionate and courageous characters that make the journey to mythological fame despite their shortcomings and frailties. Pull away the veil of magic, reveal the difficulties of love and loss and struggle with life.
Because Santa Claus is much more than presents.
In the early 1800s, Nicholas, Jessica and Jon Santa attempt the first human trek to the North Pole and stumble upon an ancient race of people left over from the Ice Age. They are short, fat and hairy. They slide across the ice on scaly soles and carve their homes in the ice that floats on the Arctic Ocean. The elven are adapted to life in the extreme cold. They are as wise as they are ancient.
Their scientific advancements have yielded great inventions -- time-stopping devices and gravitational spheres that build living snowmen and genetically-modified reindeer that leap great distances. They’ve even unlocked the secrets to aging. For 40,000 years, they have lived in peace.
Until now.
An elven known as The Cold One has divided his people. He’s tired of their seclusion and wants to conquer the world. Only one elven stands between The Cold
One and total chaos. He’s white-bearded and red-coated. The Santa family will help him stop The Cold One. They will come to the aid of a legendary elven
known as… Claus.
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Shards of glass.
The Arctic air stung like shards of glass.
Nicholas heard voices. He insisted that’s what it was. His wife didn’t hear anything. She said it was the ice cracking. But Nicholas heard it. He heard the voices, they were looking for them. He was sure of it. The snow had already drifted over the tent – they might not see them.
Nicholas opened the flap and punched through the snow wall. It was clear outside, an Arctic blue sky over a desert of snow. The sub-zero wind stabbed his face and choked him with icy air.
Out of nowhere, the storm hit.
A full-on blizzard dropped on them like a tornado.
Nicholas ducked back inside. It didn’t make sense. Weather didn’t act like that, not in the Arctic. But then no one had ever been this close to the North Pole. Maybe it did.
He heard the voices cut through the wind. He dug into the bottom of his backpack and fished out a rope.
“What’s going on, Nicholas?”
Jessica was next to Jon at the back of the tent, a cloth draped over his eyes.
“Stay here, Jessica. I’m going to look.”
“No. No, you won’t. You will not go out in that… we’ll never find you…”
“I have to, Jessica. I have to find them. They might have the dogs, the sleds.” He cinched the roped around his waist. “It’s our only hope.”
“Wait until the storm passes.”
“No time for that.” He put the coiled rope in her hands. “I will not journey far, love. Only go as far as this.” He snapped the rope between his hands. “And I will be back.”
Jessica started to reach for him but when he threw open the tent, she latched onto the rope with both hands. She would not let go. She would never let go.
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