Things grew simpler in Silas’s time as Santa. Mainly cause he was more hands off and left management to everyone else. Some argued that Santa should only be a figurehead and nothing else, and for better or worse, it seemed to work for a while. A couple people came and retired peacefully. Teams grew smaller and cozier with the improvements of technology, and the North Pole branch was more of a happy little family.

Until Simone’s son almost accidentally killed the current Santa and attempted to turn the branch and Elf Council against each other. And also one of them grew disatisfied with how care-free times had become and made a moon gauntlet to overpower any mobsters and enemies in preparation for her expansion plans. And Scott was there. Who can forget good old Scott? Things were peaceful in North Pole, Alaska.