The North Pole would have impressed most, Santa's work shop would have impressed them as well. Alysanne had lived in era where Winterfall had been considered plain, an era where there was Highgarden and the Water Gardens.

Plus, the walls had been painted red, slightly brighter then the Red Keep in King's Landing. If it wasn't for the magic stopping mortals from seeing it, Alysanne was sure Santa's Workshop would have been discovered years ago.

Flying next to Sanderson, before floating down behind Bunnymund, watching as he jumped foot to foot and complained about not being able to feel his feet. How stupid was he? If he didn't like the cold, then why wouldn't he try finding ways to protect his feet?

Tapping his arm, he looked at her with narrowed eyes and before he could say anything, she pulled a necklace out of her pocket. It was something she had given Summer and Spring Spirits if they needed to visit her for one reason or another.

Without a word she floated back to Sanderson, her little star was the only Guardian she could stand. Floating into the window, her hood of her head was still over her head.

"So this is Jack Frost?" Santa asked when she landed on the ground, if one more person called her Jack she was going to end them and sent them to Hades.

"Sorry, wrong gender," Alysanne bluntly told him.

"Blood dingo," Bunnymund cursed as he hopped into the room and headed towards the fire, holding his feet in front of it.

Removing her hood from her head, glaring at him as Santa and the Tooth Fairy stared at her. "Alysanne Snow."

"You've been on naughty list."

"And look here, I don't care." Alysanne didn't care about Santa's lists, she didn't even realise she was young enough to still be on them. She knew she could most likely ask why she was still on them, but that would Santa that she still had some interest in how Christmas worked.

Looking at the fire, Alysanne shock her head. He really was like a giant rabbit, no Pooka, she reminded herself. She hated it when humanity mistake took her for a Winter Goddess, then mistook her for a demon of shorts because of the season she had control over, one that generally caused more death then the others. Or at least it used to, humanity now rarely had to worry about not having enough food to last during the harsh winters.

It wasn't like she enjoyed watching people died, she hated it when she was known as the Bastard of Winterfall and then when she was known as the Princess of the North, the White Wolf and was fighting the Night King, when she had to watch person after person die and raise again.

World War Two had just been just as hard for her, all she could do was make the end for those who were dying in her snows quick and painless. That was all the mercy she could give them, since her touch could cause frostbite or death if it was allowed to linger.

"I heard about your teeth," the tooth fairy told her, putting her fingers into her mouth and Alysanne had to make sure she didn't freeze the Tooth fairy's fingers. Along with not punching the bird like creature.

"Tooth, hands out of mouth," Santa told her, Alysanne rubbed her cheeks when her fingers were removed from her mouth and she took two steps away from her and sitting on the window stall. "I'm North and the one with hands in is Tooth."

"I already know Sanderson and Bunnymund," Alysanne told them keeping an eye on Tooth, she didn't like being touched and she didn't want her putting her fingers back into her mouth.

"Man in the Moon said you're to be the new guardian," North told her making Alysanne looked at him like he was crazy and it left her stunned.

Which he was, he wanted to trust a Winter Spirit to look after children. She was something that contain the powers of the Night King, many didn't know that, and she knew if she wanted to, she herself could shackle the dead and use them to her will.

Hades and Thanatos would not be pleased with her if she did such a thing, nor did she want to think what they'd do to make her stop and make sure she never did anything like that again.

Even if that wasn't the case, she didn't think elementals should be placed in protective roles. They weren't made to be in them, people died in all four seasons. Children died in all four seasons, Summer and Winter more so then the other two.

"I will help, but we must get one thing straight," Alysanne slowly told him, like he was a child. A slow child that didn't get the situation at hand, or didn't know the consequences of their actions, or why it wasn't a good idea. "I'm an Winter elemental, the Greeks thought I was a Winter Goddess, I control snow storms and people die in them. Children die in them, my season is one of the least child friendly things I can think of, it killed more often then not."

"In the past," North told her.

"I'm not a Guardian, never have and never will be," Alysanne told him, pinching her nose and tightly closed her eyes. He wasn't going to change his mind about this, but they couldn't force her to join their little group.

He was going to be stubborn about this, but she was her mother's daughter and she had watched the world change and horrible monsters of legends die.

She think she could out-stubborn a Russian bandit/magic student if need be. Sanderson floated near Tooth, symbols flashing above his head.

It would seem her little star was favouring North's reasoning over her own. Then again, she knew Sanderson didn't like it when she referred to herself as a monster.

"I promised Sanderson I would help, but afterwards? I have a semi-full time job," Alysanne told him, she moved from the northern and southern hemisphere ever six months. She didn't need this in her life as well, but what she meant to bring? She couldn't think of anything that would help a child. "More so, my powers will not be tied to the number of children who believe in me, I do not need spikes in my abilities."

Yetis looked at her for a second and when she looked behind her, it would seem there was frost climbing on the walls next to the window she was sitting on. The yetis didn't even blink before going back to their jobs, elves running around. Some of them had cookies and the others looked like they wanted to steal them.

In short, it was more chaotic then King's Landing had been, even during the ruins of any of the Mad King's that Westeros had to endure.

King Aerys the Second and King Joffrey the First coming to mind when she thought about Mad Kings, Baelor the Blessed and Darien the Young Dragon.

"Easter's in April this year, we're nearly at the end of the Winter months," Alysanne told him, Pitch was planning something and she had a feeling that he had acted sooner then planned.

But why? Pitch was emotional yes, he sounded similar to how Aunt Daenerys described Viserys. But then Alysanne just thought he was as spoiled as Sansa was.

"He's attacked sooner then he planned, Pitch was most likely aiming to attack closer to Easter," Alysanne told them, all four of them looking at her. "Ruin Easter, take away belief in the Easter Bunny. Sanderson's place can't be attacked, he's already been here and not done anything. Most likely going to attack Tooth's place, since no one's there to protect it."

"And how would you know that?" Aster asked her.

"Pitch has been bothering me since the first time you defeated him," she replied putting her hands underneath her chin, her elbows digging into her leg. "It would seem that your mother hasn't taught you any manners. Child."

Tooth just looked at her with large eyes before dashing off, small fairies following her as she flew out the nearest window. North walking off and mattering something in a language she didn't understand.

"To the sleigh," North told them, Alysanne following him without a word. She did hate it when she was right, but there was no time to be gentle about how she worded things.

The years have made her more bitter, she was a Direwolf and a Dragon. Alysanne didn't need to be accepted by others, just like her season was rarely accepted as being needed.

Just like her families before her, she would stand tall and believe in herself.