Alysanne learnt many things in her long life; one: she was the only winter spirit left alive, two: that the man in the moon had at some point tried to fix that and three: she had pissed him off when she stopped him from cursing Jackson Overland to a long life of loneliness.

She might sound petty, but she had a feeling that he wouldn't told either herself or Jack that their was someone who understood what they were going through. She had gained a little brother and sister for a time out of the incident, so it wasn't like she regretted re-freezing the ice under Emma's skates.

The reason she knew the spoilt prince was pissed off with her, was because he hadn't spoken a word to her in the last three hundred years, he was more of a brat than Sansa was and like when Sansa ignored her for her idiot of a mother; Alysanne found that she didn't really care what the fish thought.

If the man in the moon wanted to act like her spoiled cousin, then she could give them the silent treatment back and worse, since it was in her element to make things colder.

And another thing she had learnt since the Ice Age and his first defeat; Pitch Black, aka the bogey man, was worse then a pouting toddler denied sweets. And he was currently glaring at the back of her head, like that was going to make her move from her pond in Burgess. The same one that the man in the moon tried to kill her little brother in, well, he was in safe in Hades so she didn't have to worry about anyone hurting him or Emma.

"Pitch, I know you're there," Alysanne told him turning around and placing her hands on her hips. She had been twenty years old when she had died, so it wasn't like she was a child. Young, yes, but not a child. "So either face me like a men, or go elsewhere and hide under a bed like the bogeyman legends portray you."

"Alysanne Snow, or should I say; Jack Frost," Pitch said a grin on his face as he slipped out of the shadows.

"You know as well as I do, that I've never cared what humanity labels me," Alysanne told him, her hand stretched our in front of her face as she examined her nails. "You should know by now, that my fears are hard to find. I'm too old for such childish games, adults fear and children fear. Be content with that."

"You're lonely, forgotten and walked through," he continued as if he had dismissed her words, but Alysanne knew he didn't acknowledge anything that didn't fit his world view.

Walking around her lake, he had his hands behind his back, it was going to be one of those conversations. The one that made her want to freeze him into an ice block and drop him into the ocean, but fear was needed in life. And even if she didn't care what humanity thought of her, didn't mean she was going to put innocent lives at risk because she was feeling petty.

"While the Guardians are loved and believed in."

"Children do believe in the bogeyman."

"Their parents tell them it's just a bad dream."

"You are a bad dream. That's the whole point of you, Guardian of Fear," she replied picking up the last thing Jack had given her before he died of old age. The staff he used to help him with the sheep. "Unlike the other Guardians I know fear is needed in childhood. It's what keeps children from jumping off cliffs and running in front of cars, but Pitch, if all they know is fear, they become numb to it and you'll lose more then you win."

"So cold," Pitch told her.

"Now take your pity me speech elsewhere. You know I'll never hold any pity for the hole you dug yourself."

"All alone, no one believes you," Pitch continued making Alysanne tempted to gouge his eyes out with her fingernails, he never listened to her. And then wondered why she generally whacked him over the head with her staff. "Even the moon has been ignoring you, for what, three hundred years."

"We've been mutually giving each other the silent treatment."

"And who knows your real name."

"I'm looking at one of them."

"Now help me take down the Guardians."

"And destroy wonder, hope, dreams and memories? Not in this lifetime."

Before Pitch could say anything, golden sand went around Alysanne's shoulder and attacked Pitch. Hissing he disappeared into the shadows, Alysanne had a feeling he was planning something.

She found that he was always planning something, but he's plans usually had flaws. It was almost Spring anyway, so that meant the annoying rabbit was going to give children chocolate.

"Hello Sandy," Alysanne said as she placed her staff against her shoulder, her sword still strapped to her hip. Curly white hair going down her back, while blue eyes spied her little star. "How are the dreams going?"

Sandy nodded as number of symbols flashed above his head. He never spoke, she had never heard a word come from his mouth. But Alysanne guessed he didn't want to tell others of the wishes that he kept while he was a wishing star, and now didn't want to wake the children in his care up.

Some children were oddly light sleepers, and would wake up to the smallest of sounds.

"Be on your toes, my little star," she told him, twirling her staff around her wrist. Pitch might have thought she was alone, but he was wrong, so wrong. She would always have her little sister, along with Mother Nature. When none of them were busy, which was a very rare thing. "Nightmare King's planning something, there was black sand on his clothing. So be on your toes and try to tell the others."

Nodding, Sandy floated back onto his golden cloud. A steady line going out to the sleeping children around them, touching one a direwolf formed and jumped around her head.

"Sorry little star," she told him after he asked her if she was going to sleep. It was his most commonly asked question, which made sense he was the Guardian of Dreams, so she knew which symbols he used for said question. "Snow storm in Russia needs someone to keep an eye on it. Winter's almost over, you know I'll sleep them. Pitch ruined my nap time anyway."

Not waiting for him to answer, she flew above him. She loved rising the north wind, it made getting to places easier and saved her energy. She could transport herself through water and ice, but it drained her if she did it too many times.

Things have changed since she was mortal. He had changed since Mother Nature had finally made peace among the four seasons, control the world hadn't seen since before the Dawn Age.

But for now, she had a snow storm in Russia to worry about, along with guiding any children out from the storm and back into their houses before their parents noticed their disappearance.