Chapter 3: A Battle of Wills
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Nicholas had expected Alina to crumble within hours. By lunchtime, he had already prepared a mental list of reasons she’d quit. But as the day unfolded, she surprised him—again and again.
She didn’t cower under his sharp remarks. She didn’t flinch at his demanding nature. And most infuriating of all, she wasn’t the least bit impressed by him.
By mid-afternoon, Nicholas had had enough.
“You’re doing that wrong,” he said, watching her from his office doorway as she sorted through a stack of parchment detailing the toy distribution list.
Alina didn’t look up. “No, I’m not.”
His jaw tensed. “Yes, you are. The regional priority levels need to be sorted by the magic capacity of each zone, not just population size.”
“They already are.”
Nicholas frowned and stalked over to her desk. He snatched one of the pages from her hands, fully intending to point out her mistake—only to realize she had, in fact, arranged them exactly as they should be.
Alina smirked. “Told you.”
Nicholas scowled. “You got lucky.”
“I got it right.”
“Same thing.”
She shook her head with a chuckle and went back to her work, utterly unfazed by him. Nicholas stood there for a moment, watching her in annoyance before turning on his heel and stalking back to his office.
This woman was going to drive him insane.
By evening, the elves had caught on to something unusual: Nicholas, the ever-dreaded perfectionist, had finally met someone who wasn’t afraid of him.
“I like her,” whispered one elf to another.
“She’s brave,” another agreed.
“She’s going to make him explode,” muttered a third.
Nicholas ignored their murmurs, but deep down, he knew they were right.
He wasn’t used to people pushing back against him. He wasn’t used to someone calling him out on his arrogance, much less making him question himself.
And yet, that was exactly what Alina was doing.
Later that night, long after the workshop had quieted down, Nicholas found himself pacing his office. He had no reason to be restless. And yet, he was.
With a frustrated sigh, he threw on his coat and stepped outside into the cold night air. The snow-covered landscape stretched endlessly before him, the North Pole as silent and still as a frozen dream.
That was when he saw her.
Alina stood near the reindeer stables, her breath forming soft clouds in the icy air. She was running her fingers through the thick fur of one of the younger reindeer, murmuring something to it in a voice too soft for him to hear.
Nicholas hesitated. He should go back inside. He should pretend he hadn’t seen her.
But something made him step forward.
“You’re still here,” he said, his voice breaking the silence.
Alina glanced at him, unsurprised. “So are you.”
Nicholas crossed his arms. “Couldn’t sleep.”
She nodded. “Me neither.”
A long pause stretched between them, filled only by the distant howl of the winter wind.
Nicholas shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t understand you.”
Alina arched a brow. “What’s there to understand?”
“You’re… different.”
A small, knowing smile curved her lips. “And you don’t like that?”
Nicholas scoffed. “I don’t like surprises.”
“Well, then,” she said, stepping closer, her eyes gleaming with challenge. “You’re in for a very long Christmas season.”
She turned and walked away, leaving Nicholas standing there, scowling at the snow.
For the first time in a long time, he had no idea what to do.
And he hated it.
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