I wrote this random little thing about the tour guide's past to keep you guys entertained!!! By the way, I'm changing the spelling of Seladore to Selidore. 

Please don't read on if you don't want me dissing Santa. XD 

~•Selidore•~

I'm so lucky to be here right now, guiding you humans. I'm the first ever snow elf tour guide.

But I wasn't always.

A while ago, I was a worker up in the North, doing a job I hated. I hated everything--the work, the room, and especially, the boss. You know the name of who my boss was.

Master Sanntah Claws, Father of Krisstmose.

Oh, you think he was such a wonderful person. Candy! Presents! Reindeer! Bells! Yay! Happy times!

Well, you're wrong. Wronger than a mermaid in the desert. 

He was a HORRIBLE boss!

We worked fourteen hours a day for only ten cents an hour. The female elves received half the wages as what I got. There were only two breaks, one for lunch and the other for dinner. We could only use the bathroom during the breaks. The workshop was dark and dirty, the only light coming from the little sunlight coming out the window. Smoke spit from machines and on busy days, I might go home covered in soot. Even on reindeer duty, which I preferred over building toys, I had to clean out their disgusting poop. And besides, my favorite one, Roodolf, had recently become snobby just because he was chosen to guide Sannatah's sleigh last foggy Krisstmose. But Master Claws didn't care about our poor working conditions. He was making a profit.

I wanted to leave. I hated the North. I hated the snobby, red-nosed reindeer and his friends. I hated the gloomy, grubby workshop and the buzzing noise of machines making toys. And most of all, I hated Master Sanntah Claws, Father of Krisstmose. 

But how? How could I get away? I was just an elf. There was no way I could walk all the way out of the North Pole alone.

So I decided to do what no snow elf had ever done before.

I stole a reindeer.

His name was Dasher, I think. Or was it Dancer? Or Prancer? Anyways, I deer-napped him from his stall. 

I waited until right after Krisstmose. Sanntah Claws would be too tired from his journey to notice my absence. And besides, the Queen of Fairyland was complaining to Jack Frost, SANNTAH's boss, about snowstorms, so Frost wasn't treating Sanntah Claws all that well. This all was perfect. Plenty to occupy him.

When no one was looking, I ran into the stable and hopped on Dasher.

"Come on, Dasher," I whispered. "Yes, I know you're tired, but can you please do this?"

Soon, we were off. 

I had never ridden before. I had seen others do it, though. I had also built a model of a boy riding a horse, so I had a good understanding of how riding worked.

It was so thrilling! He galloped and galloped across the North Land. He swerved around polar bears, who roared at me and my steed. We even passed a few ice fairies! They waved, giggled, and threw snowballs at me. 

I had some troubles with imp bandits and such, but I won't bore you with more details. The point is, I rode a tired reindeer all the way from the North Lands under the reign of Jack Frost to the Fairyland Mainland, under the rule of the Queen.

I heard on the news that there was a big deal over the disappearance of a missing reindeer, so I sent Dasher back immediately. And to this day, Master Sanntah still doesn't know it was Selidore who took his reindeer and then sent it back.

~❤️~

Sorry! I know it's not very well written.