The snow storm in Russia was easy to get under control, while she did love her job. There were times she enjoyed her time off as well, since it gave her more time to join Sanderson in his runs.

Sandy was her little brother, Alysanne was here first; so therefore she was the older one. Many of her Winter Spirits, when they were still alive, had wondered why she had never been interested in Mother Nature's job. The girl had been young when she started.

But Alysanne, much like Hades, thought her job was hard enough without adding else to it. She was happy controlling the winter season, even if it had more death then the other three, this was something she had long since accepted.

Now that Winter didn't last years at a time, she was conduct wit her lot in life. Much like Hades was, but she also knew that Persephone played a part in that.

"Hello Bunnymund," Alysanne sighed as she pointed her staff to his throat. It would seem she had been correct about this one, he was in a pain in her ass. Almost like how Lady Catelyn had been when she was a child, but then, she had learnt to stop carrying what the fish thought of her. She was a direwolf, a dragon and as deadly as the last name she continued to use.

"Jack Frost," he growled, thick Australian accent; at least an accent she found in what the locals called the 'bogan' community, almost like the red necks of America.

"Sorry, wrong person," she cheerfully told him, pulling her hood back and allowing her hair to fall over her shoulders and down her back, a smile growing on her face. "As you can see and hear, but also, wrong gender. Jackson Overland almost became Jack Frost, but then Jack Frost could also be Jokul Frosti, but Odin had him chained quite a bit ago."

Bunnymund only stared at her, golden sand going around her wrist, with Sandy looking at her with distress clear on his face and angry clinched her heart.

Someone had caused her little star distress, she was going to either remove it, or kill them. Depending if it was breathing or not, like that little imp who thought it funny to try to put Sanderson into a bronze jar.

"My little star," Alysanne said kneeling down to Sandy's height, it helped her solve his pictures of she was looking at them, along with being more respectful to her little brother. She had done the same for Arya, Bran and Rickon when they were little. "What's the matter? What happened?"

He just looked her in the eye, before a picture of Pitch appeared above his head, a moon, her and then Santa?

"So Pitch is bothering the North Pole?" Alysanne asked when Sandy shock his head, she ignored Bunnymund. "Pitch went to the North Pole? And the spoilt prince wants something."

"Pitch is going to attack," Bunny told her.

"He wants to take your believers, take away wonder, hope and dreams," Alysanne told him. She had never done anything, since Pitch had never done anything to her. "So why in the name of the old gods and new, should I help. The man in the moon has been quite happy with in his silence."

"You'd let children suffer?"

"Hope is a hard thing to kill, new things will bring wonder and memories. So again, why should I help."

"We should have just kidnapped you."

"And the poor children would have missed Easter, cause you would have been frozen for the next five years," Alysanne shot back, but she was getting tired of this conversation. Her time off had started just a few seconds before, and she didn't want to waste any of her three months talking to this idiot. "You've been ignoring me for as long as you've walked on this planet. Granted you also hid yourself away to morn, so you've also allowed children to suffer."

"How?"

"My name is Alysanne Snow. I'm the oldest elemental, along with being the last winter spirit," she told her, her hand tightening around her staff. "I am the reason you weren't killed in your sleep, you ungrateful pooka. I'm sure your parents taught you better manners, doubt you were raised in a barn."

Sanderson just looked at her sadly, before using his pleading eyes on her. H looked like a puppy someone had kicked one too many times, biting her lip Alysanne could feel the rage leave her as her heart broke at the sight.

"Guess I'm helping then," she told him. His smile was brighter then Apollo's as she sat down next to him, sleep sand underneath her. Bunnymund tapping his foot. "You better tell Santa and the Tooth Fairy."

Bunnymund just glared at her, before jumping down a rabbit role and leaving a red aster behind. Alysanne just looked at it, before shacking her head.

"He's always like that, isn't he?" Alysanne asked, Sanderson nodding his head. The last time she had met Bunnymund was during a snow storm, he had tried screaming at her, but she still doesn't know what he screamed at her about.