Over high rooftops, a girl crouched, her grey eyes focusing on a snowy-haired figure. He r lips curved upwards in a grin.

Hel-lo, Jack Frost! Her mind was already whirling with the possibility of revenge.

Now, before the dearest reader jumps to any crazy stalker conclusions, this girl is immortal, daughter of two prominent immortals yet still originally mortal before a terrible accident.

Wings spread up from her back, as she remembered exactly why she hated Jack – his powers stole her air currents, without which she couldn't fly, as birds do use air currents. Her teeth gritted together, but her eyes lit up as she saw Jack did not have his staff with him.

Time to get this payback show on the road!

~ Two Hours Earlier~

Jack frowned. "I do not want to be bait!" he grumbled. "What even is your plan?"

North chuckled happily. "Ve trap girl, ve find out why MiM wants her at the Pole and watched, she try to attack you because of grudge, ve bring her here, and presto! Plan is complete."

Jack slapped a hand across his face. "That is not a good plan!" Unintentionally, he froze an elf as he swung around. "Why do I have to be bait?"

North sighed. "Because she has grudge against you, I do not know why."

Jack was about to refuse before an idea struck him. "I'll do it if you give me cookie dough afterwards."

"Done."

~Present Time~

Creeping up behind him, she readied a burst of energy to shoot at his back before he span and ducked like…Like he was bloody expecting the attack! He stepped back into the shadows. "Now do I get it back, Cottontail?" he called, and a minute later his weapon whirled through the air before two paws grabbed her.

"Hello, Sheila," a voice growled, and she kicked out at him, escaping their grasp.

"A set-up? He nearly got me killed and this is a freakin' set-up?!" she howled in fury, slamming her hands together. Symbols lit up all over her palms and something began to appear. Bunnymund cursed, picking himself up from the ground. She began to laugh hysterically.

"The Easter Bunny? Can't you do any better than that, old man?" she yelled, and snow immediately hit her hair.

"Kangaroo isn't old-"

"And can fight his own battles, ya bloody show pony!" the large Pooka growled, as the girl was grabbed by the yeti's. She glared as they produced the sack, fighting tooth and nail.

"THIS MEANS WAR, FROST!"