All language subtitles for marvels_superhelteeventyr_frostkamp

Midgard rejects your frozen villainy,
Ymir, ice giant of Niflheim.

The ice will silence you, Thor Odinson.

Yeah, let's talk more rock, Goldilocks.

Speak not to me of battle tactics, Hulk.

I have fought more... Here's my
question. Why is an ice giant on

Island? I mean, it's not really an ice
-friendly location, like, say, someplace

cold.

By the way, ice is the perfect weapon
because it melts and leaves no evidence.

Saw that in a movie, I think.

What was that movie?

Cap, you know what I'm talking about.

Stay on task, Iron Man.

We need to find that casket before it's
open.

Eternal winter in a box?

Nope, not seeing it. Would long summer
on a stick work?

The mirror and the casket of ancient
winters are as powerful as they are old,

Iron Man.

I'm not trifling, Hammer Time. I'm
judging.

Glacier to go may be big, strong, and
handy when the fridge breaks, but even

popsicles know to stay in the shade.

So why is he here? And how did he get
here?

I don't know. This doesn't add up.
Something's off.

And you're off to join it.

Whoa!

Iron Man just became Iron Rocket!

Is he okay?

Should I tag in? Because I can tag in!
Negative, Reptile.

You're here to observe as a trainee.

That's what you do on a ride -along.

Technically, it's more of a fly -along.
And I can just power -dive into a... Do

not engage, Reptile.

Check on the boats out there.

That's an order.

Boats? Yes, sir.

Don't go too far, kid. We're about to
wrap this up.

You make him drop it, Captain Marvel.

I'll recover it.

Operation Fumble is a go.

Time to make some ice scream.

Get it? It's a play on words.

Not bad, Hulk. I mean, for you.

About to lose you!

Well, he did say check on the boat,
so... Tagging in!

Drop the scepter, Loki!

Drop the scepter, Loki?

Or what?

Or I'll... I... Uh... Just drop it! It's
a fair

question, Childasaurus.

Perhaps you should return when you can
answer it. It's over, Loki. One way or

the other. Yes, even the best laid plans
of immortals go awry.

Thanks to your friends.

At least we can agree on that.

Remember all the positives of a big hole
in the sky.

Nope, there are none.

Okay, Cap.

Got a plan for this nightmare?

Need to secure the casket and the kit.

Well,

I'm afraid this is where you and I part
ways, pre -hero.

I to a new beginning, and you to
oblivion.

Is there any way to do this without
hugging?

This hug is saving your life.

Then I'd rather perish.

As would I.

Stop complaining and hug for your life.

There it is.

Okay, I've got the casket.

Now, let's focus on a much bigger
problem.

Mystical Vortex Troubles. We were just
discussing that very topic. Hulk has an

interesting theory.

He's out cold.

Don't worry. I got this.

Kid! Wake up!

Yeah, no good.

Hey, Hulk, how about a little help?

Wake up!

Is that Hulk?

Whoa!

Hey, check it out. I'm still alive.

Yeah. Yeah.

I did it. And I just invented dino
boarding.

And dino boarding. And,

ooh, body dino trauma.

Reptil, you alive?

For my own core, I will pass out.

The metal one spoke truth.

The iron's warmth made me weak.

It was a poor plan.

It was you that failed, not my plan.

You were to open the casket of ancient
winters in a remote location so as to

avoid detection.

Instead, it was a wasted trip. The
meddlers were fortunate.

That may be, but Thor delivers the
casket to Asgard for safekeeping as we

Our new path to conquest must crush all
heroic obstacles.

I know a way.

You have an idea how refreshing...
Apologies,

Lord of Ice. Please continue.

I tell the tale of Yomir.

Oops. Stop. I've heard this tale.

Yolnir is a silly legend.

His kind and generous winter antics are
a fairy tale to amuse Asgardian children

and gullible frost giants.

It's utter nonsense.

No.

Yolnir is nearly as ancient as I am. And
just as real.

Part frost giant, part elf.

Yonir was born with immense power.

But instead of using that power to rule,
he squandered it on helping those

too young and weak to help themselves.

Children.

Today, Yonir is better known as Santa
Claus.

And each winter, he brings gifts to all
the children of the nine worlds.

In one night.

Such a monumental feat is impossible to
all but him.

Such power.

And if we could harness that power, none
on Earth could resist.

Yes, I am well aware of Santa Claus.

Santa Claus is beloved, celebrated.

Songs are sung in his name.

Hmm. Using him to dominate the very
beings that adore him.

Well, that is just too devious to
resist.

I guess there's more to you than snow
and ice after all, Ymir.

But where will we find him? If the
stories are true, he makes his home in

Alfheim, home of the light elves.

Ah, elves, of course I should have
known.

But if he's as powerful as you say, how
could we usurp that power?

We lost one casket, but there is
another.

The casket of ancient powers.

It can transfer even the greatest
abilities from one being to another.

And, like Lyonia, it too resides in
Alfheim.

A new path.

Misinformation and a reward should flush
Yolne into the open while we seek the

casket of ancient towers.

If no one else finds him, we will.

And then we will claim his power.

Yes, the hunt is on for Santa Claus.

But first...

A distraction for our heroic friends.

Remember your footwork.

Again.

Again.

Am I still in trouble for going after
Loki on my

own? You're not in trouble.

You're in training to join this team
someday.

And that won't happen if you don't learn
teamwork.

I tried to tell you. I just... I wanted
you to believe in me.

I figured if I catch Loki, boom.

I'm in the game.

But you don't act alone when you're part
of a team.

So you're on the bench.

Going a little hard on him, aren't you?

He showed guts.

Guts count, too.

Only when they're paired with brains.

Ah, lighten up, Cap. He stepped up to
Loki and he's still here.

Cold start for that.

Did young Cap take no for an answer?

Did Young any of us?

No. And we all made mistakes.

Mistakes I'm trying to help him avoid.

He'll learn from the mistakes.

We did.

Uh, guys, I'm right here.

He'll be fine.

He's a one -man dino band.

You know who else had skills like that?

Dinosaurs. And look how things turn out
for them.

Wait, bad example.

I rest my case. Guys, still in the room.

You wouldn't worry so much if you had my
new car shine cap.

Now pipe down before the kid hears us.

Whoa! Thor's back already?

That was quick.

No. He said it would take time to secure
the casket of ancient winters in

Asgard. That was something else.

Tell me you didn't use my private
bathroom again.

I like your shampoo.

Smells like candy canes. Candy?

Hulk, that's not shampoo.

That's foot cream.

I still like it.

Should I come?

Guys?

Tourist? He doesn't look local.

No, but he's making himself at home.

Not in my house.

Nobody makes a mess in my house.

Except you.

Easy, Hulk. First priority is clearing
the street.

Get everyone out of the lizard zone.

I'm on it.

Don't worry about the fender. I got that
covered.

your reflexes.

You want to walk away or fly away? The
flying option involves punching.

So much for that plan.

Captain Marvel, your air support.

Iron Man. Hold up. I've got a way to end
this. No rubble required.

Reptile, come here.

What are you doing?

Shh. It's a surprise. Don't ruin it.

Kid, bust out your best dino head.

Uh, okay.

Does this work?

For a job interview or a date, no.

But for this, it's perfect.

Look alive, people.

No, give the kid some room.

What? But that thing is... Ah, ah, ah!
There's no but in team.

Or something like that. Just trust me.

Uh, so what am I doing now?

You're doing it already. Keep it up. But
I'm not doing anything.

Exactly. Don't move.

Don't move?

Baby!

Kay!

You can stop flicking now!

How'd you know that would work?

I didn't. I just wanted to see what
would happen.

Kidding! It's obvious that that's she,
and motherly instincts are hard to deny.

That was a risky play.

High risk, high reward. It's the only
game worth playing.

Worth it for you, maybe.

Not for him.

That's what I love about you stars and
gripes.

Your blast is always half full of sour
milk.

Is there a plan to... Stop the licking?

Because... I think I'm going to be sick.

Eighth time's a charm, pal.

Honestly, I feel good about this.

I am groot.

So when I say punch it...

You punch it.

Got it?

need a new ship.

I am Groot.

I know new ships cost units.

I am Groot.

I know we don't have any units.

But maybe that's about to change.

Yolmere, a .k .a. Santa Claus, mass
burglary, animal cruelty, stealing

from kids.

Well, this guy's a real piece of work.

And the reward is...

Oh, we bagged this guy and we can buy
any ship we want.

Set a course for this Alfheim place.

Ah,

Alfheim. The most joyous of the nine
realms.

How can anyone stand a place this happy?
Even elves.

Agreed.

Fortunately, our visit will be short.

Now, where in this cursed realm is the
casket of ancient powers?

I suppose we will just have to ask for
directions, then.

Captain, is this a hero's welcome, or is
treachery afoot? Hard to say.

How'd things go on Asgard?

All's well. The casket of ancient
winters is once again in safe hands.

Nothing out of the ordinary?

Well, there was one odd development.

What's the emergency?

Please tell me Loki didn't steal back
that icebox.

No. We believe Loki has moved on to a
far more sinister plan.

We is an overstatement.

Let's look at the facts.

Tony, the lizard attack.

Is there some footage you can... Boom,
Jarvis! We know a creature attacked the

city today.

And we know that despite its size and
strength, we defeated it easily.

Too easily.

Thor and I believe... He believes.

I, less so.

That Loki sent the creature to distract
us from his true scheme, which Thor

discovered while in Asgard.

Thor? I thought it less a scheme and
more a jest.

Loki accuses someone of false crimes and
offers a great reward for his capture.

Loki's target has many names.

In Asgard, he is Yulnir.

Here, he is known as Santa Claus.

It's Santa Claus.

Red suit, white beard, belly like a bowl
full of jelly, drives a flying sleigh.

Santa bouncy. Too funny.

Really? Just Thor and me? Come on, you
can't be serious.

Don't I look serious?

Sure, but you always look like that.

For good reason.

It may sound funny, but Santa Claus is
no joke.

No? Jarvis, can you walk us through the
physics of Santa, the simple version?

It would be my pleasure.

For simplicity, we'll assume there are
two billion children on Earth.

Using a census average of 3 .5 children
per home.

That's 571 million homes for Santa to
visit in only one day, or 31 hours,

accounting for time zones and the
Earth's rotation.

This would require Santa to visit 5 ,116
.5 houses per second, while traveling

at 4 ,043 miles per second between
stops.

Now, the sheer volume of... That's
enough, Jarvis. The point is, it's

impossible. But I knew that as a kid.

Not that it takes a genius to figure out
this scam is impossible.

Nothing is impossible if you believe.

Sorry.

Regardless, it may be that Santa has
incredible power, enough to bend space

-time. Loki could use the casket of
ancient powers to claim Yulnir's power.

Both are said to be an alphime.

But this has gone too far.

Yulnir is just a legend, a myth.

Kind of like you, Thor from Asgard.

Fine, maybe this guy's Thor's cousin.
But he's not Santa because there is no

Santa. I'll take a trip to prove I'm
right. Let's go to Alfheim.

Heimdall won't open the Bicross to
mortals for such folly. Nor should he.

No problem. We don't need your rainbow
bridge when we've got my dimensional

gateway transporter bridge.

Thingamajig. I'm still working on the
name. This is a fool's errand.

So stay here.

Someone has to work on plan B, doing
Santa's job if something goes wrong.

You can do that with Hulk.

We'll have a holly jolly time.

Your device is real? We're going on a
Santa quest and you're asking if my tech

is real?

Fine. Has it been tested?

Sure. Phase one of testing started now.

Joy to another world, huh, kid?

Yes! We're gonna meet Santa Claus!

Are

you

well, sir? Do you require aid?

Oh, who takes pity on these old, cold
bones?

Commander Aphidel of the Emerald Guard.

at your service.

Loki! Good eye, Commander Aphidel. So
kind of you to offer help.

But I fear you are in far greater need
of it than I.

Now, would you mind directing us to the
nearest casket of ancient powers?

And I'm afraid we're in a bit of a rush.

Look, I'm just saying I know Santa
Claus. The stories, the songs, all the

reindeer names.

I'm a Santa freak.

And that could be a big help on this
mission.

This isn't a training mission.

I know.

No one gets what's at stake here more
than me. Santa has to be saved. That's

I want to go.

Need to go. And hey, if I meet Santa and
become his best friend, I'm fine with

that. I'm sold.

Too bad it's not my call.

No, it's mine.

And I'm afraid I've made it.

We'll resume your training when this is
resolved, Umberto.

I'm surprised, Cap.

The kid believes in this stuff.

I believe it's a sham.

At the very least, his attitude offsets
mine.

If there was ever a mission for him to
join, this is it.

Fine, fine. He can go.

Really?

Yeah, really?

Really. As your shadow.

Ooh, walked into that one.

Yes! I promise you won't regret this.

Unless I screw up. Which I won't.

If you do, you'll never see Earth again.

Just kidding. Iron high five.

What I don't get is, if you think this
trip's a loser, why make it happen?

Because I'm always right. And it's my
duty to prove that.

Or you have no holiday plans.

Because I'm selfless, too.

We're clear for takeoff.

By the way, there's a small chance we'll
get separated. And by we, I mean our

molecules.

What's the likelihood of this gizmo
actually getting us to Alfheim?

Hmm.

100%. The likelihood of reaching Alfheim
safely is 78%. Which, if you

round up, is basically 100%. Not cool,
Jarvis. We agreed to use fuzzy math.

I said math.

You added fuzzy.

Wait, are those cookie trees?

Yeah. They look good.

But I just lost my appetite.

See? Safe and sound.

Sure, there's an army of angry archer
elves targeting us, but we get souvenir

glow arrows. That's a win in my book.

I am Militri, captain of the Emerald
Guard. You will release Commander

by the count of three.

One.

Wait a sec. We don't have this,
Commander.

Cap, let me handle this.

Forsooth, good Malitrio.

Light elf of the light elves.

We know not of whence hence you speak.

We instead seek to query you on a
quandary most dire.

Your mockery is a path that leads only
to woe, armored interloper.

For you.

No, no, my sprightly comrade. Your
pointy ears have...

Have mistruneth the words coming from
my... my gnawn lips.

And... Look, ear kebabs. Fancy talk
isn't my thing.

But you'd love my pal Thor. Why didn't
we bring Thor again? This is right in

wheelhouse. I grew weary of this one's
prattle.

Dispatch him.

You don't want to fancy talk it out?
Fine.

Dispatch this.

Wait.

Where'd he go?

Emerald Guard!

Capture them!

By any means necessary.

Time to separate the boys from the other
boys.

Whoa, let's start over. We're here to
protect Santa Claus.

You call him Yolnir.

The Emerald Guard protects Yolnir.

We do not require the help of
outlanders. The point is, same team. The

team, Loki and Ymir, they have a head
start.

Loki and Ymir are a most treacherous
threat. A threat we are more than able

counter on our own.

I believe you. It's not like your
commander is missing or anything.

Loki and Ymir may be using your
commander to find the casket of ancient

If so, we need to work together and get
there first.

Sing it, Cap. Why would we trust
Outlanders?

Because Santa's safety is at risk.

Nothing else matters.

Follow us.

Um, how'd you do that?

No idea.

Pretty cool, though, right?

They must think you're an elf.

Easy mistake.

I remain perplexed. By what?

Why a sleigh? Why reindeer?

And why must the gifts all be delivered
in one night?

It's the holidays.

And you like this?

Like it? I love it. Want to know why?

Yes, that's what I've been asking you to
explain for hours.

Okay, this is why Christmas rocks.

You've heard of Santa, right?

Are you mocking me, Hulk?

Okay, just making sure for your sake.

So there's Santa, and presents, which
kids love, of course.

Anyway, now Santa, he can fly, and
presents can be anything.

A toy pony, a real pony, or anything.

Not just ponies. Maybe I should start
over.

No, I'll keep going.

So there's Santa, and then there's
presents. Did I say that already? I

remember. Also, there's songs, cookies,
sleigh bells, sweaters, pine trees, big

socks, snowmen, pie, and then...

Boom!

It's the next morning, and you're
sitting on a brand new pony.

That was of no help whatsoever, Hulk.

Looks like you picked the right wormhole
for Alfheim, Groot.

I owe you a burrito.

I am Groot. What kind of twisted fever
dream is this place?

What are they, grow gingerbread men
here?

I am Groot. Yeah, you would like it.

File says this Yolnir slash Santa guy
drives a sleigh.

So, find the sleigh, find Santa.

Don't eat that!

It's probably stale!

I am Groot!

Great! See what you did?

You made the gingerbread rise!

Only one thing to do when you're stuck
in a cooking jar.

Chew him up!

Perthadel, if the casket is much
further, Ymir may share his discomfort

you. Our destination is near.

Granted rocks!

I hope so.

For your sake.

Think we'll find the casket before Loki?

What happens if they find it first?

And how far did the tunnels go? No one
knows.

Those who venture too far will lose
their way.

Never return.

Glad I asked.

I'm not.

Me neither.

Should we be leaving a trail of
breadcrumbs? Or flares, maybe?

Let's talk more walk, people.

There. There is what you seek.

That's it?

The casket of ancient powers?

You leave it unguarded?

No. The casket's ward is the Eurocrack.

And where is the Euro Kraken now?

Where he always is.

Beneath our feet.

And

he's

never been fond of uninvited guests.

Elfworld is on a fault line?

No one said anything about tunnel
quakes.

That disturbance was caused by the
movement of the Eurokraken.

Eurokraken? Sounds delightful.

What is it?

The Eurokraken is a great ancient beast
that skulks in the rocky depths.

It is a friend to the light elves and
jealously defends the casket of ancient

powers from all who dare seek it. That
means Loki's found the casket. Let's

move.

protects Yolnir against all trespassers.

Your fates were sealed the moment you
dared plot against him.

I bid you farewell on your journey to
oblivion.

when given the proper motivation.

I haven't made it this far on charm
alone, cold friend.

You will never reach Yulnir.

And even if you do, he is far too
powerful for you.

That, my stalwart Santa sentry, is why
we needed the box.

Ooh! You trap us all!

Wrong again.

This just isn't your day.

Remember, yeah, we're almost there.

Or it's already here.

The Eurokraken?

This relic held sway over the Eurokraken
when we found it. We know not how, but

we remain grateful for its existence.

You and us both.

What happened to Loki and Ymir? They
escaped with the casket and left me

in. Fortunately, my knowledge of the
hidden passages allowed me to escape.

These tunnels have secret tunnels?

That's just too much tunnel.

They're on the move.

Where is Yolnir?

Yolnir calls the top of Mount Jolly
home.

Of course.

I was going to guess that.

We need to get there now. The Emerald
Guard does not allow outlanders on Mount

Jolly. Yeah? Tell that to Freezy and
Sleazy.

We will.

Vigorously.

Look, this isn't a turf war. We want to
help. And since you coughed up that

power box, seems like you guys could use
it.

Think it over, Longbow Shortfuse.

Think. We decline your offer.

It's not an offer.

There's too much at stake.

We're going. You don't have to help us,
but we won't let you stop us.

Yay! Happy ending.

Sorry, excuse me. Pardon me.

How could you let them pass?

What we began, our brothers will finish.

Season's greetings!

I'm Nicholas, store manager.

But please, call me Nick.

What can I help you find today?

We seek playthings and trinkets of
amusement for the children of this

Ho, ho, ho!

You're in the right place!

Toy to the World has the widest
selection of toys in the world!

Why does this man seem familiar?

Because he looks like Santa Claus?

No.

Nick! Have we met in the past?

Um, no. I'd remember you.

The laugh.

The beard.

Come on. Santa Claus.

Nick, have you ever journeyed to Asgard?

Um, is that overseas?

Yes. Overseas, land, space, and time.

Santa Claus.

Of course.

The resemblance is uncanny.

So, are you looking for a specific toy?

Yeah. All of them.

Indeed. We require every toy you
possess.

Charge it all to Tony Stark.

And you, Nick.

I believe we require you as well.

This place gives me the creeps. And stop
eating those gumdrops!

I'm afraid you've got the wrong Claus.

I'm Mrs. Claus, Santa's wife.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

Oh, I wish.

Oh, but I'm not much of a jokester. Not
like you two.

I mean this prank.

What a hoot.

I'm so sorry I spoiled it.

Prank? Sure.

Pretending to be bandits.

Leaping.

I'll give you a ride to our place. Santa
loves it when old friends drop by.

Yeah, we're old friends here to play a
prank on Santa.

You saw right through us.

Come on, Groot. This sweet old lady's
going to help us beg her husband.

I'm unable to open a portal on that
mountain.

It's shrouded in magic.

Yolni is magic.

And there are certainly more defenses
than the light elves we see. So why

confront them ourselves when we can let
our willing decoys do it for us?

What decoys?

Those decoys.

Heroes.

They're more reliable than clocks.

Halt! Come no closer!

We have no choice. We need to reach the
Olnir before it's too late.

Stand down.

You give no orders here, Outlander.

Maybe we should let Umberto talk.

That worked last time. Just an idea.

It's okay, guys. If I was identical to
everyone around me, I'd be tense too.

Now, take a hike. So, you know, we can
take a hike.

So, Senna's elves make toys and weapons.

Want to let Umberto talk now?

Uh, might be too late.

Agreed. We're past talking.

Reptil, stay close to Iron Man.

Better keep up, kid. Last one to the top
cleans up the mess.

Go easy. We're on the same side. Not
sure they got that memo.

They're not blowing kisses at us.

Incoming at 1 o 'clock.

3 o 'clock.

10 o 'clock.

7. 8 and 9.

Got it, kid.

Round the clock. Aerorama.

Propulsion's offline.

Go.

Stay put.

No problem, since I can't move.

Air support headed your way.

No doubt, fellas.

Captain Marvel, boost!

I can't believe it.

Looks like Dirt Squid called it a day,
too.

I guess they're a holiday package deal.

Too bad the elves weren't part of that
package.

So we're not gonna meet Santa?

I'm, uh, not so sure this is a good
idea, guys.

Nonsense, Nick. You were born for this
endeavor.

In this sleigh, you will bring hope and
joy to children everywhere.

Oh, well, that sounds pretty good.

Are we ready for a test flight?

Sky looks clear, and your helmet wings
look like antlers if you squint.

Wait, flight?

That was a joke, right?

We'll wait for Commander Athadel.

No, thank you. No more waiting.

It's time to say goodnight.

Follow my lead.

Wait! Please, just hear me out.

You elves are sworn to protect Santa.

But Santa's gone, so... We're all good,
right?

Seriously, what is that? Dino
-hypnotism? You think I know? No one

me. You don't listen to me.

It's not personal. Who listens to kids?
We do.

And the young one speaks true.

Yolnir has departed, eliminating the
cause for conflict between us.

You're free to go.

Yeah, yeah, I get that part, but why do
you guys only listen to the kid?

The greater the youth, the greater the
truth.

Indeed, youth is an asset.

The young are dear to Yolnir, but more
importantly, we light elves can sense

believes in Yolnir and who does not.

Umberto believes, and we trust the words
of a believer.

How'd he know my name?

You think I know?

So where is Yolnir?

Where did he go?

The time of giving, when Yolnir
distributes gifts to the children of the

Realms, is at hand.

It begins on the world closest to ours,
Midgard, in a remote location of

Yolnir's choosing. I believe you call it
the North Pole.

Ha! I knew it!

That's Loki's next target. We need to
get there now.

Regretfully, we cannot join you. Per
Yolnir's wishes, our duties end when the

time of giving begins.

So even Santa's elves get the holidays
off? But not us.

Nice. Evil doesn't observe holidays.

Let's roll.

worry. I know where he is.

I'll have us there in no time.

I mean, no. You've been so kind.

We've imposed enough on you.

We have a ship. If you could just tell
us where we can find him. A ship?

How wonderful.

I've always wanted to fly a ship.

Let's go!

It was thoughtful of Yolne to defend
This mountain now yields before

my magic. Loki and Ymir, stand down or
perish!

Hear me out. I have a proposition.

Come with me to Midgard. Help me claim
Yornir's powers, and I will reward you

ways your former master never did.

You'll find no evil minions here, fiend.
The Emerald Guard will never conspire

with you.

Oh, very well, if you insist. We can
just do it the easy way.

See? Now we're all friends.

No sign of Santa's cottage on my end.

No activity on the thermal sensors.

Nothing here either.

You still cold, kid?

Of course.

He's cold -blooded.

No. I'm fine.

Okay, let's land, get more layers on
Umberto, and search the forested areas

foot. We're going to need more bodies.

I'll signal Thor and Hulk.

I suspect Santa Claus would smile more
and shriek less, Nick.

Ah, better.

Now, aim true, Hulk.

Let's deliver some gifts.

Toys away!

Perhaps with less force.

Sorry, I'll turn down the heat.

who finds it convenient that Santa's
house vanished right when we found it?

This is a prank, and those alpha -likes
are in on it.

Maybe, but we can't take that chance.

If Santa is out here, we need to find
him before Loki does.

Wait up!

Moving is tricky in all these clothes.

But I got it!

I got it! Whoa!

Got it again!

Hello? Is anybody out there?

Unless he doesn't want to be found. If
Santa's the powerhouse they say he is...

He could be walking in this winter
wonderland with us and we'd never know.

Another reason why this is pointless.
Not that we needed another reason.

Do you have some place you'd rather be
tonight?

Yes! Don't you?

Hey, simmer down, fellas.

Landing on the naughty list won't fix
it. There is no naughty list because

is no Santa.

Uh, guys?

Maybe it's just that my eyeballs are
frozen.

But look.

Is that Santa's house?

Santa's nice, cozy, warm house?

Santa? Santa Claus?

You in here?

Empty. But he's got to be close.

Let's fan out. Two -mile perimeter.

Maintain constant contact with... Heat.
Heat, heat, heat, heat.

Heat.

Oh, yeah.

Let's just detach this stuff.

On second thought, I could use a moment
to warm up. Reptil, make room.

Really?

Getting awfully close to those
asteroids.

Thank you so much for letting me fly
your ship.

It's always been a little dream of mine.

Oh, it's my pleasure. But we need to
steer away from those asteroids.

Ah, looks like fun.

Let's live a little.

I'd actually rather live a lot, which is
why I don't want to squeeze through

that gap.

So Santa was expecting your visit?

No, it was last minute.

This opportunity... Look out! Popped up.

Lots of money. Pull up!

To be made.

And you want to make a lot of money?

Absolutely. That's our ticket to a new
ship.

What's wrong with this ship?

Seems like it runs just fine.

Thanks to me. And I'd like to keep it
that way. No, we're not going to make

You worry too much.

Santa was the same way until he made
giving gifts to children his life's

Come again?

He spends all year preparing for
tonight.

Every child, who they are, where they
are, what they want. All those gifts.

then...

He delivers every single present himself
in one night.

Santa does this.

Santa Claus.

Of course. Who else?

I tell him, spread it out over a few
weeks or months, and he refuses.

You know why?

Because he doesn't want to make even one
child wait.

And he gets nothing in return.

That's not how he sees it.

He says the joy of giving is the
greatest gift of all.

That's why I love you.

I am Groot.

You're right, pal.

It looks like we do have this one all
wrong.

Unbelievable.

Best hot chocolate ever. Ever.

This is exactly how Santa's hot
chocolate should taste.

All part of the charade.

What are you looking for over there?

Cameras. We're probably being filmed for
some prank show.

Holly Jolly Follies or something like
that.

Why are you so down on Santa Claus?

A better question is, why aren't you
more down on him, kid?

Memories.

Some of the best I have.

My parents were paleontologists.

We spent a lot of time on digs, living
in tents.

Space was tight, so toys were a luxury.

One year, I lost my favorite.

I was scared to tell my parents, so I
wrote to Santa asking for a new one.

That morning, I wake up.

Our tent's a jungle, and there's toy
dinos everywhere.

We spent all day in there, just playing.

I still have every one of those
dinosaurs.

Little me was obsessed with planes.

I'd never been in one, but I loved them.

One year I asked Santa for a top -of
-the -line F -15 model kit, but I didn't

get it.

Instead, I got tickets to an air show
where I got to sit in the cockpit of a

real F -15.

That's when I knew I'd be a pilot.

I was a big fan of baseball as a kid.

But I wasn't athletic, so I was never
picked for a team by the other kids.

When I wrote to Santa, I didn't ask for
toys.

I asked for a chance to play.

I got a brand new bat and ball that
year. Items my family couldn't afford.

And they were my ticket into the game.

I was awful.

I couldn't throw, catch, or hit.

And I loved every second of it.

Okay, I'll play your little reindeer
game.

I was six when I told my dad I didn't
believe in Santa Claus.

My dad suggested I take it up with
Santa.

So I did.

I wrote to Santa and told him to keep
his presents. All I wanted was proof

he was real.

After the holidays, the letter came back
unopened. It was marked, undeliverable.

So, I tore it up and threw it away.

Because I had my proof.

There's no Santa.

You don't need proof to believe.

Maybe you don't, kid, but I'm a
scientist at heart. Always have been.

means I won't believe it until I see it.

Get down!

Hmm.

I grow weary of waiting.

Where is Yolnir?

Where is your Santa Claus?

Do you really think we'll tell you,
Loki?

That really would be ideal.

Perhaps they'll talk before the cold
steals their breath.

Call me Santa Hulk.

Now this is a worthy holiday tradition.

Glorious battle.

Glad he could join us.

Wait, is that... Did you find... Santa
Claus?

Nay, this is our friend Nick.

He is a most convincing doppelganger.
And he's as close as we're gonna get.

Oh, I hope not, for the sake of the boy.

Deliver Santa to me, or I deliver your
young friend to his doom.

You won't do it, Loki.

Wrong! I will do whatever it takes to
prevail.

That is what gives me the advantage over
you heroes.

End this madness, brother.

I'm about to, brother.

Reptil, down!

Last chance.

Find Santa Claus.

Ho, ho, ho!

No need to look for that which is found.

It's him. It's really him. It's him.
It's Santa Claus.

Deck the halls.

Santa, look out!

Ho, ho, ho!

You can control space -time.

And you can be nice -looking, but you
choose to be naughty.

Will you change your ways?

Oh, I will change.

With your help.

I know, child, but the casket was too
quick and you too late.

Come on, Santa.

Say it with me. Ho, ho, ho.

The power of Santa Claus.

All mine.

You mortal insects.

Time is about to pass you by.

because you're returning that gift.

Or exchanging it, depending on store
policy.

Your might can overcome many things, my
friend.

But I hear a rift in the very fabric of
existence is not one of them.

Santa, you've got to wake up.

He needs you.

I've always believed in you. I'm not
going to stop now.

Well, heroes, take comfort in knowing
Loki's Earth would not be to your

Earth isn't yours just yet, Loki.

I'll admit you have spirit, Santa.

But spirit is no more useful than your
hat.

What?

How? If there's belief, there's Santa
Claus.

Thanks for filling in, Nick.

Phew, did my best.

I know you, Santa.

You could have fooled me, Nick. It's
like looking in a mirror.

I have your immense power, and you can
barely stand.

You're no match for me.

He is with our help.

And like me, you owe Santa an apology.

are once again free from Loki's tyranny,
elves of Alfheim. And that is what the

holidays are all about.

I got a confession to make. I pushed for
you to come along to mess with Cap.

I know.

But I still wanted to prove I deserve to
be on this team someday.

And you did.

I was wrong, you were right.

You weren't a trainee today. You were
one of us. A hero.

You did good, Umberto.

The Emerald Guard now controls you,
Loki.

Anyway, it's a true honor to finally
meet you, Santa, sir.

Did I say that already? The honor is
mine, Umberto.

Are you okay, Mr. Claus?

It's Santa, Steve.

Feeling stronger by the second.

I'm a bit behind schedule, but I'll make
do.

I always have.

And you will tonight, because we're
going to help. It's the least we can do.

It's the least I can do for downing you.

Oh, don't be too hard on yourself, Tony.

Even your brain can't be right all the
time.

So we can help? Because I've been
practicing.

Why not? The more, the merrier.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

Oh, bloody wretches.

I conquer all.

everyone from that awful ice giant.

Isn't giving wonderful?

Yeah, feels pretty good.

It would feel a lot better in a new
ship, though.

Shall we?

Wait, how do I look?

Not bad, Nick.

Not bad at all.

Is this sleigh new, Santa?

Yes, my gift to me.

You okay, Nick?

I'm giving him a new car.

Slow down time with Santa's powers.

Years of work gets done in hours.

In the present, this is the mark.

Fa -ra -ra -ra -ra -ra -ra -ra Please
send a bill to Tony Stark Fa -ra -ra

-ra -ra -ra -ra

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. One last
delivery.

Heroes get presents tonight, too.

Reptile, thank you for saving me, for
believing in me, for being my friend.

Let's take it for a spin.

Rebuild Santa's cottage.

He has his power back. Why can't he do
it? Finish it or we finish you, villain.

So? What did Santa give you?

I don't believe it.

It's the letter. My letter. The one I
wrote to Santa as a kid.

But I tore it up.

It's impossible.

Nothing's impossible if you believe.

You have all given me something to
believe in.

I am Groot.

That's kind, Groot. But we don't need
any more presents.

Who knows how to finish on a high note?

It's just missing one thing.

A day off?

Burritos? Don't say hug.

Singing!