Okay this chapter takes place ten years after the Blizzard of '68 but also some time before Jack is chosen to become a Guardian and is a Jack/Pitch chapter.
Pitch, having heard about the pond that never thawedin Burgess, was scouting around the pond to find out why when his ears picked up upon hearing the sound of a light moan coming from somewhere around the pond and moved toward the sound to see who is moaning and why. As he came around a group of trees he spotted a young white haired boy lying on the ground and became intrigued by the white haired immortal.
As he is about to take a step closer a light moan escaped the boy's lips making Pitch stop. Letting out a sigh he walked over to him and jabbed him in his side. "Hey Frost what's the matter with you?" Pitch questioned then noticed the black eye on the boy's face and smirked.
He poked along the edge of the black eye bringing a sharp gasp from the Spirit of Winter and Pitch jumped back as he shot up to glare at the Nightmare King. "What was that for!" Jack yelled.
"What happened to your eye Frost?"
Jack turned his back to Pitch, muttering. "None of your business Boogyman."
Refusing to give up Pitch forced Jack to look at him. "What happened?" He demanded.
Jack shook his head refusing to answer and Pitch kept on pestering him to find out how Jack got a black eye. Finally having enough Jack gripped his staff tightly and jumped onto the nearest branch. "Fine you want to know what happened! All I'll tell you is to never mess with a redhead female unless you want to want to have to deal with their temper!"
"So what did you do to anger a redhead female?" Pitch taunted a smirk on his face.
"I stole her sketch pad while she was drawing. I just wanted to see what she was drawing and she let me have it when I started to tease that I wasn't going to give back the drawing she did of me." Jack mumbled which sent Pitch into a fit of laughter. "Shut up." Jack growled and when Pitch continued to laugh Jack shot a flash of his power at him.
"Now, now there's no reason to get aggressive Frost." Pitch grinned as he leaned over to scoop up some snow then grabbed onto Jack's legs to pull him off the branch and pressed the snow to Jack's black eye. "That will help with the swelling but you mention that I helped you to anyone and you'll wish you hadn't." Pitch threatened before he left.