Pitch was standing in the middle of Tooth's Palace, North had slowed down his driving as she stared at him and small fairies flew past the Sleigh. Bunnymund seemed to get over whatever it was that was bothering him, jumping to the back and throwing some sort of semi-circle shaped stick at the black horses

Without blinking Alysanne put her hands in front of her stomach, her palms facing each other as her eyes started to glow; like fire in sapphire she had been told by Old Man Winter, before his death at the hand of a shadow with red glowing eyes. Cold mist going around her arms, before slowly and surely freezing Pitch's horses and making them drop out of the sky like flies.

Like horse-shaped hail and she preyed to the old gods; that there was nothing but sea below them. Many had thought she was weak, but she had caused all three of the world's Ice Ages and she could pull the world into a fourth if she so willed it.

But she hadn't, she respected Mother Nature a bit too much to do so. It didn't stop the fact that doing so would be easy, but her attention was on Pitch.

"Alysanne," Pitch hissed as North landed, Bunnymund jumping out and Sanderson following shortly after. North just put his hands onto his swords and Tooth was behind them with her remaining fairies.

"Pitch," Alysanne greeted through grated teeth, she was sure someone else could take up the post of Guardian of Fear; some like the Pumpkin King or even Jack O'Lantern. Halloween was a time for fear after all, and neither would try to pull a stunt like this.

Sanderson was no doubt, looking at her with saddened eyes, he had done so the last time she had been like this. Which had been during Pitch's rain of terror in Europe during the dark ages.

"Alysanne," Pitch repeated, almost as if repeating her name would tell her anything.

"Pitch, Pitch," Alysanne told him, her voice growing deeper as she felt the powers of the Night King slowly take over. Something she had shacky control over. "I've told you again and again; be content with the power you have. Adults and children fear; long run this will hurt you as much it hurts them."

"Alysanne, Alysanne or should I say Jack Frost," Pitch told her annoyance clear in his eyes.

"I'd ask where Tooth's fairies are, but I already know," she told him a small thing of ice between her hands, as created a sword out of black ice. "Hidden in Burgess, near Jack's Lake and hidden underneath a rotting bed."

Putting the sword onto the ground, ice appeared on the ground and towards Pitch. She was glad that she had left Jackson's gift in North's Sleigh and she closed her eyes and willed it back to her home.

It would not do, to give Pitch any ideas of breaking her things and he was pity enough to do so. Looking back Pitch was gone, travelled through a shadow no doubt.

"The blood," Bunnymund growled and threw his stick again.

"What are those things?" Alysanne asked him as the stick returned to his hand, Pitch going into the another shadow, but all of Tooth's fairies had stayed with her.

"Boomerang," Bunnymund told her, Sanderson had at some point floated up on his dream sand and was looking around, Pitch was still going through his shadows like a coward. Alysanne nodding her head and floated to another platform.

"Alysanne," North shouted and when she turned, Sanderson was trying to get to her and she knew why the moment something hit her in the back and made her fall to her side.

Looking at her stomach, she saw the tip of an arrow and it was quiet large at that. The dead didn't die, and the only thing that killed the Others were Dragon glass and Valerian Steel.

Sanderson didn't know that, nor did the others. So her little star was in front of her and when she turned her head, Pitch had another arrow was planning to hurt him. Hurt the first person who saw her and not the monster she had grown to be.

Pushing herself up, she threw her arms around Sanderson and allowed the second arrow to hit her in the shoulder. Sanderson had tried to get out of her grip, but Alysanne could feel her powers trying to heal her wounds.

Turning her head, she spotted Pitch running through Shadows again. Putting on hand up, mist around his leg and he looked at her with golden eyes.

"I told you time and time again," Alysanne told him as she stood up, Bunnymund looking at her with wide eyes, but she soon blocked them out and focused on Pitch. "I warned time and time again; the Man in the Moon; will just have to find another one; such a shame. In time you will learn, like we all learn."

Clicking her fingers, the mist turned Pitch into solid ice, just like his minions before him. She didn't look at Sanderson, she could feel her skin going grey and she needed to leave.

No one wanted her there; not once her struggle with the Night King's powers started. South Pole, she needed to get to the South Pole and hope no one was there.

If they were, they would die at her hands and there wouldn't be a thing she could do about it. Nothing, but for now, she needed to get out.

Before the dead started to rise, and she threw the world into a third long night. Before she was the reason for the return of the others, when the world didn't even know their myths.

When the world was a sitting duck waiting for knife, without for the end. Alysanne Snow would not be the reason the world ended, would not be the reason the Others won. It would undo everything Alysanne and Daenerys Targaryen put their lives on the line for, everything that the great houses had done in the end.

She never knew how the song had ended, she kept herself in the Lands of Always Winter for years afterwards. Alysanne could not bear to think of all she had lost, but for now, she transported through a mirror and dropped.

This was a battle she had to win, for the whole world would die if she lost.