Jack's POV

Jack's head ached from the pressure of Pitch dragging him by his hair. Once he had been thrown to the ground, Nightmare sand slapped across his ankles, wrists, and waist like whips. The rope-like strands lifted him up so he faced Pitch. Jack's teeth clenched and he glared into Pitch's smiling face. If looks could kill, Jack thought.
"Well, Jack, here we are again," Pitch said.
"What do u want?" Jack growled.
"Ah, Jack, always so immature. Not that I'm surprised. You always were a child. Even your little girlfriend is juvenile," Pitch drawled.
"You shut up about her!" Jack yelled, and for a second Pitch looked scared. However, that fear was short-lived because he then shot sand into Jack's mouth, effectively cutting off any further argument. Jack glared even more after that.
"Listen Jack!" Pitch yelled, "I want you to join me and if you don't agree you and that little girl is gonna-" He didn't have time to finish the sentence. A shepherd's crook had made contact with Pitch's head.
"That's for messing with my boyfriend," Mavis said, looking as angry as she could possibly get. Then her eyes looked up from Pitch's unconscious form to Jack's face. Her hands dropped his staff and she grasped his face in her hands.
"Are you ok?" she asked. Jack's hands wrapped around her wrists as he smiled and nodded. He slipped her hands off his face and let them fall to his shoulders. With his newly freed hands he gently rested his hands onto her neck and kissed her. When he came up for air, he asked, "How did you get down here?"
"I flew," she said mischievously. Jack looked at her in surprise, taking every part of her. Somethings were new. She was in a dark blue strapless dress paired with Capri leggings that were a slightly lighter shade of blue. Also, she was barefoot. However, her hair, eyes, and skin tone stayed the same. Jack was pleased about this lack of change, but the others made his heart soar with pleasure. Mavis was his. Forever now.
"C'mon," he said grabbing her hand with his right and wrapping the other around her waist before flying up.

Mavis's POV

When Mavis woke up she was very disoriented. She raised her head off the snow and found she wasn't particularly cold. She was actually quite comfortable. Reluctantly, she stood up and stars danced in her vision from getting up too quickly. Before he vision cleared, she heard a startled gasp. Or was it gasps? Finally, her vision cleared and she saw four surprised Guardians before her.
"What?!" she asked, kinda offended. What was wrong with her? Why were they stating so intently? It was Sandy that caught her attention first with an arrow floating above his head, pointing down. Mavis followed the suggestion and looked down. Instead of her P!nk concert t-shirt, black parka, jeans, and converse, she was barefoot, in a dark blue dress and lighter blue Capri leggings. Ugh, she thought. She hated dresses. But then she realized that the dress wasn't a big deal. Surprise flooded her features. Holy cow! She was a spirit now. An immortal spirit.
"Where's Jack?" Mavis asked.
"Pitch took 'im down there," said Bunnymund pointing.
"But there's an energy wall keeping us from him," North said. Mavis narrowed her eyes, scanning the horizon. She walked over to the edge of the energy wall and held out both arms. The energy circled around her fingers and wrists. The blue, lightning-like strands continued to circle Mavis' arms until tit reached her shoulders. They circled thrice around her shoulders before disappearing, and the energy that licked its way across her body was replaced by Jack's staff. Ignoring the shock stares from the Guardians, she flew down to Jack. She saw Pitch taunting him, and somehow she knew it was quickly going to physical blows. Not wanting to see that she wound the staff behind her head and let it snap forward. The blow hit Pitch directly in his right ear. Instant concussion, Mavis thought angrily.
"That's for messing with my boyfriend."