(Jack Pov)

It's been about a month since Pitch was defeated. Everything seemed calm, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that he may return. North offered me to stay with him after the battle was over. After giving it some thought, I said yes, but I told him I would be only staying full time during spring and fall otherwise I would be in and out because I didn't like being tied down to anyone and I still needed to bring winter to the world and he respected that. Most of the time, that I would stay at the Pole, I would practice throwing snowballs outside on the glaciers because I didn't want to be rusty trying to throw it at someone when winter came around.

I decided to go outside, play in the snow, throw a few snowballs and get ready for winter. I didn't want to disturb North because he was so busy so left a note on my door explaining that I'm outside if anyone wants to know. My notes give people the feeling that I would back in about thirty or so, but I would be gone for hours, sometimes until nightfall.

Each time I stepped out of the workshop I felt everything was going to be fine, because the cold made me feel safe. I flew around until I found a good spot. I threw snowballs at targets, made some snow angles and had some fun for about two hours. I decided to fly around in the clouds before heading back. As I was flying I felt like nothing could go wrong, like everything was perfect, like Pitch couldn't come back. While I was up in the clouds I felt the urge to throw one more snowball.

As I land on the ground I made one more snowball and just as I'm about to throw it, I feel something on my feet going up to my legs. I look down to see dream sand, but wasn't Sandy's golden color. It was black. I knew that it was nightmare sand. The more I struggled, the more it pulled me in. All of a sudden felt something hit me in the back of my head, knocking me to the ground. The nightmare sand was covering me quickly. As I slowly closed my, I could feel my hair being covered to the very tip. The next thing I knew I could hear an eerie whisper in my ear that sent chills up my spine.

Did you miss me Frost?

I knew that I was in for more than a nightmare.

A slap to my face woke me. I found myself in Pitch's lair chained to the wall. My staff was all the way across the room, up against the wall; there's no doubt it was across the room, just to taunt me. My eyes met with nightmare king. He was hazy though. My guess was because he might have been weak from the battle, but I could still his dead eyes and creepy smile.

"Jack Frost. It has been too long." He said with his cold smile.

"Not long enough." I said turning my head, breaking eye contact.

"Oh, still have that temper, Jack? You haven't changed one bit, have you?" He grabbed my face, turned my head, forcing me to make eye contact with him.

"I have a deal I want to make with you." I knew what he was going to offer me and didn't want any part of him.

"Forget it! I'm not joining you!" I yelled to his face, but he didn't flinch.

"Aren't you smart to know my offer? But not smart enough to let the Guardians walk all over you." He walked away from me and sat on his throne.

"They don't walk over me. I bet you wouldn't even give me the time of day if I joined you. They care about me unlike you." I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"You mean the Guardians who didn't recruit you until you were useful to them, the Guardians who ignored you for 300 years, the ones who treat you like their little puppet?" He kept going and all he said was true, but I knew that he was pulling me into a nightmare.

"I know what you're trying to do and it won't work!" I tried to pull my hands in hopes to strangle him, but getting no luck.

"Very well, I see that your mind is set." He snapped his fingers and crowds of Nightmares came from loads of nightmare sand filling the room till they formed a circle. Since I was chained to the wall, I wasn't going anywhere.

"Make him bleed." The next thing I knew, every figure that was made of nightmare sand came towards me. Pitch was about to enjoy the show he always wanted to see.

(Pitch Pov)

I just sat back and watch my minions clawing, biting, and stomping at the young winter spirit. I enjoy watch him bleed and suffer as much as his screams of pure pain. What he doesn't know is that each hit, scratch and bite he takes is more and more of my nightmare sand seeping into his system. There was also some nightmare sand from the last battle. Giving him nightmares is a bonus for me what he doesn't know that he is in for a bigger surprise that him and the other Guardians will surely never forget.