I never wanted to be here. Smeerensburg—a frozen rock in the middle of nowhere, where the wind bites and the people bite harder. I’m Jesper Johansen, the Royal Postman, though no one here respects the title. My father sent me to deliver 6,000 letters or lose my fortune. But there are no letters. No one talks. They just glare.

Then I saw the house in the woods. Smoke rising. Toys in the windows. And him—Klaus. Huge, silent, terrifying. I dropped a child’s drawing. He made me go back and deliver a toy. Just one. But the kid’s smile… it changed something.

Now, children line up with scribbled notes, believing Klaus watches them. I told them he only gives toys to good kids. It was a lie. But it’s working. They’re being kind. Playing together. Even Alva’s teaching again.

But the elders are watching. And I can feel the peace slipping.\n\nDo I keep lying to keep the magic alive? Do I tell the truth and risk losing everything? Or do I run—back to warmth, wealth, and indifference?