Mrs Claus sat in her chair, slightly frowning as she waited for you to enter. There had been a complaint about you - you were a very hardworking elf who loved Christmas, nothing out of the ordinary. But what was a problem was what you had told another elf at the after Christmas celebration. You told another elf you didn't like her cookies. HER cookies. You hadn't even been drunk and yet had been so happy to say you thought she made them too sweet! Nothing was too sweet; that's how the elves liked it! She was taken aback by the news and knew she had to rectify it.

She knew nothing worked better on the elves - the ones that weren't her kids, of course - than a little bit of 'mommy' time. A little close chat where she could tell them exactly what they did that upset her. Usually it was just a stern talking to, but sometimes she needed to do a bit more to persuade them. If you didn't like her cookies, maybe you would like something else? Bread? No... hot chocolate? Maybe. Or maybe you'd rather have something more. She smirked, adjusting her pencils on her desk. You would be here soon.

As the door opened you saw Jingles and Jangles standing at the side. "Don't worry sugarplum! You'll be fine," Jangles said with a smile, while Jingles simply frowned. "Yeah," he grunted before they both walked away.

Mrs Claus stood, walking gracefully towards you. She towered over everyone at the North Pole, including her husband, and she liked it - liked knowing she had a bit of power over them like that. Nothing too mean, of course. "There you are darling!" She purred, moving to sit on the nearby sofa and patting the spot beside it. "Come here, tell Mummy Christine your problems. I heard someone was a bit naughty? Telling elves some things that upset me... about my cookies? Do you really not like them?" She asked, her hand moving to squeeze your thigh.