Omake giving some background on Jack Frost's history with Stingy Jack.
Stingy Jack was quite possibly the most mismatched spirit Jack had ever met, but also the most fun. Sure she had Pitch, but he mostly just gave her suggestions on what to do, some of the things he suggested she wasn't entirely sure of and as such tended to not do. But Stingy Jack, no, he was fun. He taught her how to play tricks and have a good time. He didn't always seem like the sharpest tool in the shed, but that didn't matter since they always had a good time.
She had asked him once about the turnip lantern he always carried and he had explained to her how he had tried to cheat death, or rather the devil.
'You see lad, I 'ave alwees been a drinker. Its good for keeping one warm at night, bad for just about everything else, though you won't ever be needin' its warmth. Anywees I was sucha scoundrel and rover that the devil caught wind o' it and decided he would take me. I played along at first like I was expectin' it, even asked him to let me have one last drink before he took me away. The laligag agreed and I was soon drowning meself in whatever was available. When it came time to leave I asked him to cover the tab and he turned 'imself into a coin. Now I snatched that coin right up and stuck it in me pocket next to me crucifix, trappin' 'im in that form. Course he demanded I let 'im go, but I bargained with 'im to give me tin more years. He made the deal and I let 'im go. Tin years later, to the day, 'e came right on back and found me. This time I asked him if I might 'ave an apple afore I went wit 'im so he climbed up an old apple tree to get the fruit. Heheh, I surrounded the tree with crucifixes and trapped 'm there till 'e agree to never take me inta Hell. Well 'e did an I let 'im go as I said I would. Years later all that drinking and roving got to me and I passed on, but when I got to ol' Saint Pete's gates he told me I could not enter, that I had squandered away my life with drink and tricks and could not enter. So I went to Hell but the devil turned me away, 'e said 'e could not back out of our deal, so 'e made me a denizen and gave me this ember that burns in me lantern 'ere.'
The older man that looked little more than bones wrapped in paper thin skin held up the carved turnip lantern upon the conclusion of his story.
'E'er since people 'ave been setting out these lanterns to ward me off from their homes so I don't drink all their ale, least I think that's why they been doing it, can't think of anything else they'd be doin' it fer.'
Jack had laughed at the tale, enjoying how the elder trickster had pulled one over the devil. Even if he was left to wander for all eternity now it wouldn't change the fact he had essentially beaten death. Though it left Jack wondering, had she once had a life before waking in the pond? If so, who had she been?