"Who are you?" One of them yells.
"That's tooth right." I say to Pitch and he nods.
"You know, pitch has told me a lot about you. North, aka Santa Claus, who sees the wonder in everything. Bunny, who actually does look like a kangaroo, no offense." I say.
"Offense taken." Bunny says through greeted teeth.
"Sandman who gives dreams, you are smaller than I though you would be, Jack Frost, your what 300 years old?" I say but he stays silent.
"Well you look good for your age. Anyway, I'm guessing you don't have the power to stop this storm because of you did, you would've done it by now. And poor little defenseless Toothina, your not a threat to me." I say.
"Since you know so much about us, why not even it out. Who are you?" Bunny demands.
"I think this snow storm isn't quiet cold enough, what do you think my dear?" Pitch asks me.
"No, not cold at all." I say as I make it colder and colder. I can see the other guardians shivering. To cold to move, to cold to do anything.
"Let's make things interesting, shall we?" I say as Pitch and I blast out dark magic toward the guardians making them fly backward until we couldn't see them anymore.
And I make us disappear into black smoke.
