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I leaned my head against the icy outside wall of North's fortress. I puffed out an exasperated sigh and slid down so my legs were bent in front of me, and I could rest my staff on them easily. I was trying hard not to think about Sophie and Pitch, or the guardian's mistrust in me as the winter wind whipped my snow-white hair around my face. I was sitting on a tall balcony I only found by flying around the mountain for a while. I didn't really know what was inside the door a couple paces to my right, but the lights were off so I assumed nobody was around to yell at me. I was alone.

I thought about how Sophie, being her curious self, would probably try to open that door and figure out what was inside. I gulped back my guilt and decided I wasn't going to do anything that would remind me of her. It would only make everything worse. So I just sat there, oblivious to where the hell I was and liking it.

Weirdly enough, I wasn't angry. I knew Mund was right-I didn't even trust myself, how could he? I bit my lip, but then remembered it was Sophie's nervous habit and released my lower lip from my teeth. I ran my hands through my hair and did my best not to cry, even though there was nobody around to see me. I had to practice not getting emotional, right?

Suddenly, I heard a little chirp by my right ear. I jumped back from the sound, my hands clenching around my staff. I heard an anxious squeak, and found Baby Tooth flapping her wings a couple inches away from my ear. I turned toward her, a little surprised she knew where to find me.

"Hey, Baby Tooth," I said, a little enthusiastically. "I guess somebody still likes me."

Baby Tooth narrowed her little eyes and crossed her tiny arms.

"Yeah, I don't like me either."

Baby Tooth waved her hands frantically, squeaking a little bit. I guessed she was trying to tell me she didn't hate me, but I still felt like crap. She held out her arms, like she wanted to hug me. I gave her a funny look, but she continued to hold out her open arms.

"Baby Tooth, I can't hug you, I think you'd suffocate!"

Baby Tooth let out an exasperated sigh and swooped down to my hand, wrapping her arms around my big thumb and smiling as she squeezed her eyes shut, like she was hugging a teddy bear. Gulp. Sophie had hugged a bunch of teddy bears last night.

Baby Tooth released my thumb and sat down, criss cross applesauce style, on my left knee. She stared at me with narrowed eyes.

"What? I can't do anything. The guardians told me not to," I muttered solemnly, as I traced ice crystal patterns on my left sleeve. "I just mess it all up."

Baby Tooth slammed her mini fist on my knee, squawking something that made her sound slightly irritated and mostly annoyed. I assumed she was saying something about how I didn't always mess things up, and when I did I fixed them.

"Thanks, Baby Tooth, but I don't think that's true. I mean, wouldn't it just be better if I kept out of these things so I could never screw it up so I'd never need to fix anything?" I moaned.

Baby Tooth just glared at me.

"Then again, I'm halfway through already. I might as well try, I guess," I said, perking up a little bit.

Baby Tooth nodded her head, smiling widely. I stood up, and Baby Tooth floated onto my shoulder. "Up to a rescue mission, Baby Tooth?"

Baby Tooth nodded her head vigorously her little wings fluttering in excitement.

"Any idea where Pitch is?" I asked.

Baby Tooth shrugged.

"I think I might," I said, zipping off the balcony.

((Sophie's POV))

"That's it?" I asked skeptically. "Just, uh, stare into the deep dark ditch and, um, make a wish?"

Pitch grimaced as he admitted, "One more, itsy, bitsy thing. We need blood from the direct line."

I gulped. "Want me to get a papercut?"

"You're gonna have to think bigger than that, kiddo," Pitch said, handing me a jagged knife with a smooth, curved, black handle. "Unless you want me to do it."

I shook my head, glancing down into the dark abyss. I squeezed my eyes shut and extended my left hand out over the seemingly never ending darkness. I felt the blade on my clammy palm, flipping my head around to glance at Pitch anxiously. He rolled his eyes and made a "Go on," motion with his hand.

The harsh metal ran down my palm, a trail of crimson tracing after it and dripping down into the blackness, vanishing almost immediately as if it had been swallowed.

I drew back my hand, chewing the inside of my cheek to distract me from the pain. "Ouch," I muttered, wincing.

Suddenly, I felt Pitch's long, thin fingers on my injured hand. I flinched, but before I could protest, Pitch had wrapped a piece of black cloth around my gash. I stared at him, too stunned to speak. Once again, he was actually acting like he cared. Pitch rolled his eyes again and defended, "What? You're gonna attract the hounds."

"H-hounds?" I stammered, tucking my hand in towards my stomach, as if that would stifle the smell.

"Kidding. Not my style."

I gave him my best "I really hate you right now" glare, but he just kept staring ahead towards the black pit of death. I was starting to wonder if he just made me slice open my hand for the heck of it, but then I heard a voice.

"Heya, Dad. How's our favorite little chess piece?" A clear, confident, female's voice radiated from behind us. I twirled on my heel, careful not to fall into the pit.

A gorgeous girl in her early twenties was giving me the mean-girl-style, up and down once-over. She had bright, silky smooth, red velvet colored hair that descended down to her elbows. Her skin was the color of porcelain, without a flaw in sight. Her eyes were rimmed in black eyeliner, with smoky eyeshadow and long fake eyelashes. She wore dark green leather pants with black combat boots and a high-low textured brown tee over her hourglass figure. Her eyes were a deep brown, like the color of freshly plowed earth. Her lips were a dark, reddish-purple color.

Pitch wrapped an arm around my shoulder, squeezing me closer to him as he remarked casually, "She's on board!"

I wiggled out of his embrace, feeling like my skin was crawling with thousands of spiders. "On board with what, exactly? And, um, hi there?"

"Getting your brother back, of course. I'm, uh, what do you call me? Oh, right...Mother Nature," The girl said, flashing her pearly white teeth at me.

My mouth fell open a little bit, but I closed it quickly. I crossed my arms. "So, uh, dude, you seriously need to quit it with the monthly feminine present coming at the worst possible time."

Mother Nature glared at me. "I don't control that."

"Well, you're on all the ads-"

"This isn't important!" She snapped. "Do you want Jamie back or not?"

I swallowed. "You can do that?"

"No. My dad just made you empty half your body fluids into the reincarnation pit of doom for fun," Mother Nature said sarcastically. "Honestly, what does Jack Frost see in you?"

I fell silent, but crossed my arms over my chest. I didn't put up with girls like this in the real world-why would I now? All she wanted was me to blow up at her, so I kept my mouth shut.

"New look, honey?" Pitch asked daughter, warily looking her up and down.

Mother Nature huffed, and if it weren't for the whole super-evil-powers things, I could have believed Mother Nature was just a normal rebellious girl, and Pitch was her traditional father. Mother Nature groaned, "Black hair is lame, Dad."

"I liked it. It was natural," Pitch muttered, kicking the ground with his lower lip sticking out a little. This was really getting weird.

"God, Dad, this is why I don't talk to you!"

"This whole thing is just sorta new to me, alright?" Pitch shouted, his amber eyes flaring.

"Yeah, well, it's new to me, too!" Mother Nature hissed.

I accidentally stepped on a twig while taking a couple steps away from their heated argument, and both of their angry, hot heads swiveled in my direction. They yelled simultaneously, "Where do you think you're going?"

My shoulders shrunk a little bit as I held up my hands in surrender. "Hey, don't get mad at me! I just don't wanna...get caught in the..uh, crossfire, between the..Boogeyman and Mother Nature, capiche?"

They both looked ready to pummel me into the ground, and I automatically regretted I'd ever agreed to anything (as if I hadn't already). Pitch turned away from me sharply, striding over to the Pit of Doom and clenching his pale fists. Gee, thanks for leaving me alone with your crazy daughter, buddy.

"You keep out of this, you stupid girl!" Mother Nature snapped at me. I was seriously starting to rethink my own intelligence at this point, and I was definitely female. So I didn't really care very much about Mother Nature's insult. Still, I didn't dare move a muscle as Mother Nature strode over to Pitch, looking a little apologetic. They whispered harshly at each other-but I couldn't tell if that was a loving tone in their books. I looked anywhere but them, and prayed that this would work and I could get Jamie back. Or maybe just for Jack to come rescue me before whatever was supposed to come out of the Pit of Doom over there could seal me into some horrific fate. Then again, I was sort of done for at this point.

Hope everybody liked it! I've never read the books (only seen the movie, sorry guys!) so I don't know if I got Mother Nature's character right whatsoever or if she even comes up at all, I'm sort of just making this up xD But hopefully it makes sense and isn't too bad!

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