Alysanne didn't know how long she had been out for, but winter was now over, and her wounds had healed. She also hadn't moved from her spot in the court yard. Snow lightly covering her clothing and hair, at least it was an easy thing to deal with.

This Spring/Autumn was going to be one of the few that she spent in hiding; something she was sure she hadn't done since the end of the Second Age.

Few people would know where to find her; Sanderson, Mother Nature and other Seasonal/Nature Spirit. So the rest of the Guardians didn't know where she was, even if they could find time to try.

She had killed someone, she had been so lost in the shock and pain. That she had killed Pitch, no one lived being frozen with black ice. It was as deadly as dragon fire, one just killed quicker then the other.

While she wished it hadn't come to it, Alysanne knew that it would have happened at some point. Pitch was slowly getting worse, and it would have broken out into another Nightmare War.

He was getting beyond anyone's control; Mother Nature hadn't been able to get though to him. And Alysanne was sure that she had tried over the years, the darkness had taken over and Pitch had been killed.

Now he's body was now starting to die as well, it would take a few months for him to finally die. She would have to move him from Tooth's Palace, that wasn't something she wanted the baby teeth to see him slowly die.

"Sanderson," Alysanne greeted as she picked herself up, her little star was looking at her with worry. A young man, somewhere in his early twenties, with dark red hair and black eyes was standing behind him. "And this must be the new Guardian of Fear."

"Jack O'Lantern," he told her holding out his hand. Alysanne looked at him before pushing herself to her feet, shacking her head at him.

She didn't know if she would freeze this one, getting her powers under control took some time. The Night King's darker powers were humming under her skin.

"Alysanne Snow," she told him dusting the snow from her sleeves, Sanderson looked at her with worry. Flashing a question over his head. "I've been asleep for the last two months, Little Star, I won't have a lot of work for the next month."

"A lot of work?" Jack asked her, holding out his hand and she blinked when a orange pumpkin in his hand. A face craved into the side.

"Winter Spirit. Russia, Greenland and the two poles are always on my watch list," she admitted. "Snowstorms don't end because winter ends."

"North said you were a Guardian as well," Jack told her, a neon orange flame starting at the bottom pumpkin.

"I'm not," Alysanne quickly corrected. "I haven't taken the vows nor will I. It's never a good idea to keep a ticking time bomb near children. They're more fragile then adults."

"You're the one who stopped Pitch?"

"By making him a giant ice structure."

"Seen it. Perfect decoration."

Alysanne looked at him, before watching Sanderson's message and explain Jack's words.

Her little star told her that North had moved Pitch's dying form to the North Pole. That he was now locked away in the deepest part of the workshop's dungeons.

"I'm not meant to know that?" Alysanne asked Sanderson who smiled and nodded. Jack snorting in amusement, clicking his finger and burning the pumpkin. "It was nice to meet you Jack; would you like to come in? Sanderson can tell you, my mead is something that's worth trying."

"I thought everyone wanted to be a Guardian," Jack told her as he followed, Sanderson floating behind his shoulder.

"I haven't met one Seasonal or Nature Spirits that would want to join such a group," Alysanne admitted. "We have enough work to make sure the world doesn't die, that things from the past don't come back."

"You're old," Jack said.

"I'm older then Sanderson."

"Ancient."

"Winter and Summer have the higher death rates then Autumn and Spring."

"And one of the Guardians is kill no child." Jack looked at her with wide eyes as they stepped into the kitchen. "But what about Snow Ball fights?"

"Don't know how that one started." Alysanne didn't know how throwing snow in small balls was a good idea, but Jackson and Emma had showed her the game, allowing her to play with them, then their children and then their grandchildren. "It's better to keep it one new Guardian at a time, someone needs to show the newbie the ropes."

"Halloween's awhile away," Jack admitted.

"You must have big plans then," Alysanne said.

"Big ones." Jack grinned, his white teeth on display, Tooth would love this one, Alysanne thought to herself. "First Halloween as a Guardian. But this castle, it perfect."

"Didn't think it was spooky," she admitted, Sanderson waving his hand as he left. A few small nightmare sand creatures hadn't been there, so he was most likely going to deal with one. "Then, it's my childhood home."

"You were mortal?"

"We are were, once, even the oldest of us." She had lived in the South Pole since she had moved out of the Land of Always Winter; which eventually broke off the North and became the North Pole.

At first, she didn't know what she wanted to do when she left, but slowly she had started building a replica Of Winterfall.

Wall by wall, tower by tower and building by building, but she had started with the Godswood. Something the Children of the Forest had helped her create, along with planting a few Heart Trees around the forest.

Now it reminded her of her childhood, as heartbreaking as the memories grew older. Of her and Robb playing the Godswood when they were young. Climbing with Bran, since Lady Tully hadn't care if she had been the one to fall, it should have been you, Alysanne didn't think she could forgive Catelyn Tully for those words. Not after all these years, not even after hearing about the Red Wedding.

All she could do was morn her older brother; morn him and the Northern Men who died because of Lady Tully's pride and Robb's honour. Alysanne still didn't understand, why Lady Tully didn't allow her Uncle to talk to the Freys about letting them cross the bridge.

"… Alysanne?" Jack asked her, pulling her out of thoughts as she looked at her fingers tracing cups.

"Sorry about that," Alysanne told him picking up two mugs, and handing him the cup of mead. Vodka was stronger, but she knew vodka was something not everyone liked. She found it was that with alcohol. "Old memories."

"Family is hard to let go," Jack agreed.

"It is, even if it's only half a family," Alysanne told him.

"Papa died when I was young."

"It must have been hard for her."

"She was a harlot in the end, and your parents."

"Never knew them, my Uncle took me in."

"Thanks for the drink," Jack told her, Alysanne summoning her staff into her hand. She would put it away, it wasn't something she would carry this winter, no, she had a bad feeling something was going to happen.

"You're welcome, you can visit if you want," Alysanne told him.

"I'd like that."