The heart of the North Pole main building houses the Secret Scroll Room, where ancient echoes resonate through the walls. Seaphina (pronounced See-ha-fina), the Keeper of Santa’s Secrets, carries out her duties within these chambers. Her silver hair braided into complex patterns shines like threads made from the brightness of numerous stars touched by frost. Her deep and knowing eyes bear the magnitude of countless winters while holding memories of children’s joy and celestial fires along with lost elfin tales.
A single snowflake pendant made of crystal and silver adorns Seaphina’s breast. The pendant appears to be nothing more than a piece of exquisite jewelry to those without knowledge but signifies for Seaphina a direct connection to the profound magic of the North Pole. As her fingers touch its surface she detects the heartbeat of the land which includes the pounding of reindeer hooves on icy ground along with the invisible sprites’ laughter carried by wind currents and children’s silent night-time dreams lifted into the open sky.
Her Sacred Scroll Vaults
Remarkable spells fill the powerful volumes which feature restorative charms for toys in need of repair as well as light-summoning incantations to light dark nights alongside aurora secrets that perform celestial magic.
Every morning she goes to the grand chamber where Santa resides. She always leads him through the scrolls which reveal the complexities of heartbeats from children to elders while showing elves’ silent requests for belonging and the reindeer whose dreams extend into the cosmic realms. Santa acknowledges her with a nod as his eyes glow with warmth. Santa thinks of her as the guiding star for the North Pole. “Illuminating our path.”
Seaphina advances with steadfast dedication while carrying her solemn responsibilities. Consequently, she ensures that the North Pole remains just as it was: This sanctuary serves as the launching pad for dreams while the snow sings with silent desires and hope remains an eternal beacon. As the auroras ascend and the winds sing their melodies she takes her position at the edge—her silver hair shining beneath the sky and her eyes holding the knowledge of many winters.