Meanwhile, at the North Pole ...
"We need to get my wife back," Santa told the group of elves standing near him. "Whatever it takes."
"But, sir, we've been monitoring the existence of her. She's not ... I mean, it seems that she's too young to be married to you," one of the elves said.
"Too young? What do you mean?"
"Somehow, she's now a teenager," the elf said.
Santa pounded his fist. "It's that blasted stone, isn't it? It's taking away my wife. But I won't stop until I get her back. I will have my wife back. That's a promise."
The elves nodded.
