"Jack," I said, I was walking into his room, it was a few months since we first meet, but he told me that he loved me every day, first thing in the morning, in the afternoon, and before we went to our separate areas of the winter palace in Antarctica.

"Yes, my sweet," he smiled at me, floating towards me. After he proposed to me months ago, he started to look older, not some sixteen year old boy anymore; he looked like he was in his early twenties. I guess I did to, "is something wrong?"

"No," I said as I sat down in his chair, "I was just wondering when did we set the date. Tooth is driving me crazy wanting to know."

"Well Christmas sounds good, it was the first time we meet after three-hundred years." he smiled as his freezing hand brought my chin up, making it so I was looking him straight in the eye.

I closed my eyes before I answered, sure Christmas was only twenty-three more days away, but this was our busy season. Santa wants any area that could be covered in snow, well covered. "Jack, it'll be hard, but not impossible."I smiled, "maybe we can have that day as a break, and I don't think dad will do anything that bad this year."

He had floated around me, about to give me a backwards hug, when I said that, he just stopped. "There's no way he can be back. I mean we beat him twice in the same year, so I think he would go into hiding for a while."

"I think so as well, but no way to know for sure till it happens, right?" I got up, looked at he and gave my best no need to worry smile, but deep down inside I knew Pitch was planning something and that it wasn't going to be pretty, "I should I go dress shopping in the normal world or should I just stay here?"

He smiled his kind smile, but it was also he's mischievous smile, "Do whatever you would like." He kissed me and left.

I sat there thinking for a few minutes before getting up and heading to the main chambers. In the closest there were mirrors everywhere, it didn't matter where you looked you could see yourself in any angle you need to. That's when I felt it though, that dark feeling I get whenever I look at myself in the mirrors. My hair turns impossibly black, my skin turns gray, and my eyes turn into an empty void of darkness. But that doesn't affect me as bad as the voice.

The Voice is the worst thing every. Every since my imprisonment by my father, I had have always heard that voice. I t always said the same things, like I would destroy the Guardian, I would murder Jack, I would help spread darkness across the world. I would tell Jack that but he would always hold me and say that everything would be alright, but he knew it wouldn't, Sandy knew it wouldn't, even Man in Moon knew it wouldn't be alright.

I left the room, thinking that if I never went in there again everything would be okay, but I always found myself in the room. I walked to my room, since Jack and I are originally from a different century, we don't really sleep in the same room, except for a few occasions, but it's nothing bad, just sleep.

"Winter," I heard that menacing voice, it always came to me when I needed to be alone.

"What?" I turned in the direction it was coming from and instead of coming from my shadow this time it was coming from a different person, a dark, evil person.

"I won't let you marry him," he said.

"Pitch, Father you can't control me like that, I'm not your slave." I snapped at him.

"Next year you will be," he smiled, putting one of his hands on my face, digging his nails into it till it broke my flesh, "and this time he won't save you."

He vanished right as Jack came in, he saw black sand lying in front of me, blood coming from my cheek, and he finally realized that Pitch was back and he was angry.