Alysanne had seen North's Sleigh before, it was hard not to when Christmas was around the same time as the winter solstice, celebrating the decline of the winter season. The point was, she knew that he upgraded the thing so it could hold more.
The last time she saw it was 1657 and they hadn't been in the same country since then, not that they spoke when she spotted him, since she was sure that he didn't know she was there.
The Jack Frost comment made that thought a fact, while walking down the ice staircase Bunnymund was grumbling about something behind her. Sanderson was just in front of North, she was glad he had allowed her little star to go first, he would have been left behind by most otherwise.
At least one of them was looking forward to what was going to happen, one acted like it was another day and the last one looked like he'd rather dance on red hot coals then continue walking towards the bottom of the stairs.
Chaos was just something that North's workshop was, something the other Guardians were most likely used to. Alysanne was just glad that she wouldn't have to deal with after this, after all, she had to many secrets and most of them were deadly.
"It's been updated," Alysanne commented as the reindeer pulled it out from it's garage. Sanderson nodding from where he stood next to her, Bunnymund was busy dodging elves running underneath his feet. "Quite a bit."
"Everyone loves the sleigh," North told them going into the front, while yeti's were checking everything. "Bunny what are you waiting for?"
"I think my tunnels are faster," Bunnymund said kicking the side of the sleigh; hard enough that it somewhat rocked to the side as he did so. "And a lot safer."
"Kicking other people's property isn't polite," Alysanne told him as she flew onto the back seat, Sanderson following her as she seat down. "You really were raised in a barn."
"Nonsense," North told him grabbing his leather weapon holders and flinging him onto the sleigh. "Buckle up."
"Where are the seats belts?" Bunnymund asked him.
"That's just term of expression," North told him, Alysanne was sure that it wasn't, but then, she knew that this wasn't the time to get into an argument. "Are we ready?"
The yeti next to the glob at the front shook his head, but North just laughed and flicked the reins in his hands, making the elves and Yeti's run out of the way as the reindeer started to pick up the pace.
When it started going down the tunnel, Alysanne could see Bunnymund digging his fingers into the wood of the side. If he was human, Alysanne was sure he'd be as a white as a sheet.
She flew and travelled through ice, but none of that compared to North's driving. He drive like a madman, like a drunk on a country road and she felt her stomach drop. Alysanne gently took the nearest hand told and tightened her grip, she doubted her face showed anything.
She had to keep calm, nothing good happened when she lost her temper. Nothing good happened when she was in a state of emotional distress either, which the world had learnt with the third ice age.
The same ice age that brought three strange creatures to the earth, and one to land on the moon and claim it as his own. A distressed daughter following soon afterward, maybe her life was never meant to be 'normal'. A princess hidden as a bastard, most of her family killed before she drew her last breath.
Maybe she was always meant to be the God's irony, even if those gods had faded away to be little more then her memories and dreams of the past. North was worse then when Arya, Sansa and Brandon started to learn how to ride their first horse.
Turning her head, she watched as Sanderson threw his hands in the air as they want upside down. If he spoke, she was sure he would have been laughing in pure joy.
"I'm going to lose my lunch," Bunnymund said as his hands tightened on the handhold he had found at some point. Again, if he wasn't covered in fair, Alysanne knew he would be a light green colour.
Now she was glad that she didn't have time to eat before this happened, because her stomach would not have been able to handle it if she had something to throw up.
Taking a breath, she was glad once they had exited the windy ice tunnel and she hadn't fallen out of the sleigh. Hadn't frozen anything, she didn't lose her temper and none of her fears had taken over.
Despite what she told Pitch, she still dreaded falling out of the sky and breaking something, if only because her little prisoners would be freeze and no one would have the resources to beat them this time around.
"Tooth Palace," North whispered into a snow glob and when he throw it in front of his reindeer, Alysanne was staring a warmer climate. Said portal dragged them and made them appear in what she could only guess was Tooth's home and something made her blood boil.
There were black horses chasing after small green fairies, all of them were trying to get them away from the beautifully painted wall.
Sanderson only watched as she removed her hands and hit one of the horses with her ice. Maybe it was time to remind Pitch, why he should never make her made.
When a Targaryen was born, the gods flipped a coin and held their breath, maybe her coin had landed on its side. Anything could tip it one way or another, maybe she'll end up like her grandfather.
But for now, she could feel her blood singing and Pitch was looking at her with narrowed eyes.