They flew through the air and landed not on a treebranch but in a fast moving sled. They immediately felt a rush of cold, crisp air against their faces, which turned their cheeks a bright shade of red. They grabbed the siderails as they sped gracefully over the fresh fallen snow.
"Hold on Zak, we're moving quickly."
"Look at all this snow. Where are Willow?" Zak found that he had to almost yell for Willow to hear him over the air rushing around them.
Willow turned toward her brother. "I don't know. It seems like we're starting to slow down though."
The cold air made them shiver, and when they glanced down, they noticed the brightly colored, thick , warm coats they both wore.
A short time later, they noticed a small row of snow-covered homes, which led to a large, brightly lit building. The now barely moving sled suddenly came to a halt at the lamppost in the middle of the town.
"Wow, what a ride."
"Yeah Zak. Look around, what a town!"
When they looked down the street, they saw a small girl coming toward them. She reminded Willow of an elf. She wore red and and green clothes with pointy shoes that seemed to match her pointy ears. She also had a welcoming, friendly smile that twinkled against the light.
"Hello there" she said. "I'm Pixie, I've been expecting you."
Looking quickly at each other, the children gasped. "What did you say? How did you know we were coming?"
"I dreamed about you." As if Pixie knew all of the questions going through the children's minds, she quickly added, "I'm one of santa's elves. We can do special things."
Before she could finish, Zak jumped in. "Santa's elves! Are we at the North Pole?"
Pixie answered sweetly, "Yes, look up!"
To their surprise they saw a sign that read,
WELCOME TO THE NORTH POLE