m<a class="postlink" href="http://st.depositphotos.com/1491329/3629/i/450/depositphotos_36297509-Beautiful-Blond-Girl-with-Healthy-Long-Wavy-Hair.-White-Hair.jpg">http://st.depositphotos.com/1491329/362 ... e-Hair.jpg</a>m<br/><br/>(Outfit)m<a class="postlink" href="http://s1.zerochan.net/600/48/23/1206198.jpg">http://s1.zerochan.net/600/48/23/1206198.jpg</a>m<br/><br/>In the North Pole lays the fabled Santa's Workshop. Most believe that Santa doesn't exist, but he is real. And so is his daughter, Mistletoe. She was born on... well it doesn't matter, what reall matters is what she's doing.<br/><br/>Mistletoe trudged through the snow, clearly irritated. Her parents didn't understand, she didn't want to inherit the role as Santa Clause, she wanted to be her own person, not just be a legend. So when she snapped at her parents, she left. She's been traveling for a while now before she gets an idea. She takes the snowglobe from her pocket, inside of it jolds a large tower anx the label reads New York City. Mistletoe smiled. "I bet I can find what I want to be there..." With thagt being said, she threw the snowglobe on the ground. When it shattered into pieces, a portal opened and she stepped through. She was teleported into a park somewhere, in the distance she heard cars and people so she headed that way.<br/><br/>Mistletoe was mesmorized by the heights of the buildings and all of the people that rushed past her. She started to walk when all of a sudden she bumped into someone. A man. From the ground, Mistletoe looked up, her white hair in her face as she gazed up at possibly the most handsome man she had ever seen before.