Just going to warn you now that I am taking some liberties with this, mostly because I am too lazy to go back and copy the movie lines word for word but you'll get the gist of what's going on. Even if I don't stick word for word I'll still go as close as to the basic story line as I can with this fic.

My mouth fell open at the incomprehensible sight of my beautiful ice train being smashed to pieces by a Yeti that had nothing better to than barge into my workshop without knocking. So I made to tell him exactly what I felt, "What have I told you about knocking?" I shouted, watching with slight amusement as the big guy stumbled over word and excuses for it, looking dumbstruck by the ice flakes now littering the floor as well. As it regained its composure the frantic movements began to point outside towards the outer workshops making my worry increase by... well... a lot. "What? What is wrong?" I asked again, the Yeti froze in his movements before slowly and deliberately pointing out the door and making a few sounds in calmed panic. "Oh, just the globe..." I sighed and ran a hand across my forehead in relief before what he had said really registered in my brain and then- "THE GLOBE?! What is wrong with my globe?" I demanded, pounding angrily out of the private workshop and towards the most prized thing in place. All the while trying to avoid stepping on elves under my boot though they were making it very difficult, what with all their scrambling around and what not.

When my eyes fell on earth's replica I couldn't help their slight widening because right there, in front of my own eyes, all the lights of the children were slowly but surely flickering out. Everyone in the room was beginning to see the situation for what it was and even the elves- who were five seconds behind anyone in thought process on a good day- understood the severity of the situation enough to run and hide under the nearest tables.

When nearly all the lights on the globe had gone, a deep black substance looking- strangely enough- like sand. It crept its way around the precious sphere as if giving some kind of warning, I was about to demand what the heck was going on when the sand disappeared as if it had never been there. A shadow out of the corner of my eye and manical laughter were the only things left to prove that they had been there and I began to panic inside, though I refused to show it on my face. That shadow and the sand, if they were connected then that means-

No. There was no possible way that what I thought was true could be, it was just to farfetched for me tp fathum. But at the same time it was the only possible reason behind this... I could feel it in my belly, though it may seem impossible to my mind.

When I had regained enough control of my thoughts to move, I gave the elves now circling at my feet a command before continuing to walk towards our early warning system, "Get ready, we are to have guests..." I mumbled- but I knew they heard me- and proceeded to twist the switch that activate the Northern lights, knowing that the others would soon be here to help.

I giggled happily as all my little fairies fluttered off in all directions, going to all corners of the globe- but a globe doesn't have corners does it?- finding all sorts of teeth from children of all different walks of life. It pleased to no end when a tooth with an extra special memory came to me, usually I was put on a high all day after that. Most would call it sugar rush on a normal human but for me most people called it a sweet tooth- in which I would normally inform them that, 'no I do not have any form of cavity' that always seemed to confuse them for awhile afterwards. I don't know why, it's painfully obvious. At the moment my mind was in about a billion different places at the same time, rattling off address after address and not even really being able to tell myself what was coming out of my mouth, I had no idea how my little helpers kept up. Then again we'd been together for a long time so I bet they are used to it by now.

Suddenly a little baby tooth came up right next to me with the most- "OH LOOK IT'S HER FIRST TOOTH!" I squealed at a pitch that had most of the other fairies covering their ears, "Isn't it just the most adorable lateral bicusped you have ever seen?" I said this one at a more reasonable octave, sounding almost wistful as the Baby Tooth took the tooth back and carried it away from me and to its repsective location. I frowned slightly at that almost wishing I could keep it with me a little longer, but it was too late now-

Another Tooth came up to me and yanked on my arm, I blinked curiously at him, wondering why he looked so frantic and was pointing urgently towards the sky. Until I looked up and saw the Northern Lights streaking across the sky in the most beautiful- but alarming- patterns, I sighed softly, "Oh..." I won't lie, I was a little disappointed that I had to leave my palace but the little ones could take care of things without me here... and it was only for a short while anyway. Waving to the fairy that had alerted me with thanks I took off for Santa's Workshop.

I glared at the lights I could see above the Warren, my little googies were all crowded around me looking for some special treatment when they had appeared. I swear the old man did it on purpose, I understood that he didn't see anything but Christmas as a real holiday but that didn't mean you go and try to sabotage someone else's. This was just ridiculous, probably some false alarm to make sure that the stupid thing still worked, because really there hadn't been a real threat for hundreds of years and now suddenly three days before Easter there was?

Yeah right.

I really thought about not going. Just staying here with my eggies and showing it to the old man- who obviously thought he could just call on them whenever he wanted to. But in the end I put down the egg I had been holding and tucked my paintbrush back with one of my boomerangs- just in case- and opened a rabbit hole beneath me. Sighing and rubbing a paw over my eyes in exasperation, I jumped down and began the trip to the freezing toyshop. Making a trip that would normally take a few hours-on a good day- in a few minutes before popping back up amidst snow and ice, I could already feel the heat leaving my body before I had the chance to get all the way to the surface.

"ACH! My feet!" I yelped, sprinting through the snow as fast as possible to get away from the pain my feet were experiencing from the numbing cold. And I did mean numbing could, like after a few seconds I almost couldn't feel them. "If this is a false alarm, I'm going to find the most vicious wombat in the world and feed the old man to it..." I muttered, growling.

I drifted- pulled from my important duties by the North's signal- into the Workshop, immediately going to the older man's side and signing, 'Is this important?' North seemed confused for a second before the sand images registered in his mind and he reassured me that everything would be explained as soon as everyone was here. You know it's times like this that it bothers me to no end that my only way of communication was little puffs of sand that were barely easy to understand and I had only been around North and the others for how many years? Yet they still had to think before answering me.

Tooth came in the room distracted as usual and still spewing out addresses and countries, I heard a few countries that I had been to recently and that were alwys my favorite to visit. Like this one man in England that had to be mid twenties- early thirties and yet still had the most vivid childlike dreams, that and he still saw most of us. I visit him every once and a while to talk but never for very long and he always seems happy to see me, so I like going back. Breaking out of my thoughts, I looked over at North, who had his arm around Bunny's shoulders and was trying to calm the Pooka down. Though I could already tell that that was a very lost cause, the Easter bunny was always at the verge of taking someone's head off. So the way he was snapping at the Toymaker was not unsurprising to anyone.

I raised a hand again, to draw their attention back to the main reason we were here and before I could ask Bunny stole the words right out of my lips- or well... signs, "What did ya call us here for North? It better be important!" Growled the irritable Pooka, crossing his arms over his chest and tapping his large foot impatiently.

This made the usually Jolly man quite and become somber, I was really dreading what he was going to say, becuase if it was threat enough to make Santa Claus look like this then it was just that. BAD. When he spoke it was quiet and weary, making North look almost his real age, "I believe that I saw Pitch in the Workshop earlier today."

So please feel free to tell me what you think about this, I would have put more in this chapter but it was getting really long- or at least long for me- and I have to go to bed soon- freaking school tomorrow- but seriously don't hesitate to tell me if you like it, hate it, whatever.

TILL NEXT CHAPPIE WHICH HOPEFULLY WILL SHOW US WHAT'S GOIN' ON WITH PRUSSIA!