Well, I know I said there would be two more chapters... Well I spent three months trying to write chapter eight. It just wasn't happening. So instead, I'm posting the last chapter, and I might add a sequel or something later instead.

Seraphina was feeling just somewhat melancholy. She had just parted ways with her Autumn spirit, allowing her to begin confronting the world on her own. Her little Pashia was such a sweetheart, and she was going to miss her dearly. Still, she needed to look ahead. It wasn't like she would never see Pashia again or some such nonsense. Plus she had a winter spirit she needed to introduce herself to.

She had been weary of giving over his creation to the Man in the Moon, but she could not help Pashia and handle winter herself, especially as she used the time between seasons to enhance their knowledge and teach them their limits within her realm. It had been a shame to have lost her control over her most recent winter spirit, but she rarely dwelled on those. They burned themselves out and ceased their spiritual existence or became another type of spirit entirely-like the snow queen, whom she at least had a good relationship with (Old Man Winter, not so much).

Coming to the lake in Burgess, she spotted Jack Frost easily. He was balancing on his staff in the middle of the lake, the wind swirling around him. It was a new moon, making the light that surrounded them seem more spiritual than normal, though it never really seemed dark when there was snow, not to her, not here.

She walked forward, calling out to the spirit. He didn't answer. Suddenly, her body froze. It was as if everything inside of her had turned to stone. She had not experienced anything like this in centuries…

The boy turned to face her and he did nothing. No reaction. Then he jumped off of his staff, gliding around a few feet before going right through her.

Being walked through was considered the worst experience a spirit could ever go through. It was truly like not existing, for a moment. As though the world had suddenly dissipated to nothing but that moment, that brief second, and it burned like the fires of hell and left a cold, hollow feeling deep in the pit of the stomach that burned like acid around the edges. It rarely lasted more than a few seconds, but worlds could pass in such a time. Things die in single seconds. And that burning cold never quite left one entirely. Not ever.

She gasped, motion suddenly returning to her body, forcing her backward and away from him. She heard him sigh as her head reeled.

"Take me to Russia, wind? It's due for a storm."

The wind curled around her, apologizing continually, lamenting that the winter child could not see her, saying that the winter child had been born alone, those few decades ago, and had had no company since. The wind told her of the boy's being walked through and the terrible reactions he'd had.

Seraphina couldn't breathe. It was a rather a good thing she didn't have to. She stumbled back into her own realm, falling through Earth until she landed in her own front hall, horrified tears beginning to fall down her face.

"Father! Father!" she called desperately, knowing her father would hear the call through the shadows. She stumbled into her throne, a sob wrenching her throat as her grey hair and eyes extended to the colors in her dress and throne.

"Seraphina! What's wrong?" her father hurriedly moved to her, pulling her into his arms and rocking her as he had when she was a child. He was rather alarmed at her lack of control, she knew, as she rarely ever broke down, hadn't in centuries.

For a while, she could say nothing, but finally she was able to choke out the words "It's awful, it's horrible!" the explanation found its way, tumbling out of her mouth as she tried to find comfort in his embrace. Her father had been warm as a human, but now lacked any type of temperature. It was more of a comforting pressure, a presence, than anything else.

"Manny offered to help me make a winter spirit, and since I was still helping my new Autumn spirit, I agreed, because I wanted time to work with her. I just went to see the winter spirit, and I…he…" she gave a dense sob that seemed to encompass the world's heartache in a single sound "He walked right through me! He cast a spell onto Jack, and now there is nothing that I can do for my own spirit! Not even I have the power to contradict him here, not even with my own spirit! I can't believe it father! The wind says he's been alone for decades! The Man in the Moon stole my own spirit, and I basically let him do it!"

Seraphina cried in her father's arms for three days. There was a blizzard in Russia those same three days, coincidently enough, and later, to the bafflement of everyone, it rained in the North Pole, and snowed in South Asia.

And though she would not know it for many decades, during those days, a plan formed in the mind of Pitch Black. A plan involving the Guardians and dream sand turned black…and revenge that he hadn't thought he'd take for some time yet.

THE END. FIN. FINALLY.