Jack is based off of the-guardian-of-fun's Winter Prince design. You should definitely check that out if you haven't already seen it because it's really great.
Jack had never much liked the idea of betrothal. It seemed a bit absurd to him, forcing two people into a marriage they more than likely didn't want to be a part of. So of course, when he learned that he was to be married to Queen Elsa of Arendelle he wasn't too pleased. It was an arrangement that had been made shortly after her birth, when he was just a few months old, but now that she was Queen she had a choice in the matter. He was to go to Arendelle and meet her as a suitor, and if she decided that she didn't like him then she would more than likely break it off, though that did leave the risk of war between their countries.
As much as he hated it he had to make this work. He had to make her fall in love with him or his country would be doomed. There was no way their small military force could win, and he couldn't let something like that happen. They couldn't afford to lose anything in a peace treaty. His only hope was to be the most charming, loveable, wonderful suitor, and after that the best husband he could be. He could only hope that it wouldn't have to be an act.
Today was the day Jack was going to leave for Arendelle. There was a boat ready to take him down the river and out into the ocean, where it would be a two day sail to the island that he would hopefully be calling home before long. It was fall now, and before long the weather wouldn't be good enough for travel. It was a bit risky to go now, actually, but his parents had insisted and he couldn't really argue.
Why couldn't this wait until spring? He wondered with annoyance, rubbing his black gloved hands together. He was dressed for warmth in pants made of dark blue leather (though where they got blue leather he couldn't possibly imagine), and matching boots. He had a white linen undershirt with black trim, and a hooded wool jacket in a blue a few shades lighter. His thick fleecy cloak was blue as well, and he wrapped it more tightly around himself to protect against the cold. Jack had never really thought that blue looked very good on him, but the Overland house sigil was a white bear on a blue background, and it was traditional to wear one's house colors when they got married, as well as when they met someone else of noble birth. It was a tradition used to show pride in your own house and that you were proud to be a part of it, so even as a suitor he had to wear it. His parents were out on the dock with him, saying their goodbyes before he left. He wouldn't be back until spring at the very earliest, a fact that currently had his mother in tears. She always was softhearted when it came to him and his little sister, and he had known when he woke up that today would be hard on her, which is why he was making his best efforts to be as cheery as he could.
Jack's mother, Queen Maria, was a tall and slender woman with brown hair and peridot green eyes. Jack and his sister, Emma had gotten her hair, but their eyes were the same warm brown as their father's. The color that their mother compared to the brandy that her brother liked so much. He supposed they would have been better off with her eyes and their father's golden blonde curls, or at least Emma would be. As the youngest child, her appearance could easily become a determining factor in her ability to marry a lord or higher birth, and though he personally thought she was as lovely as a seven year old could be, fairer features tended to be more appealing to suitors. He had never understood why light hair and eyes were so desirable. Sure, they were pretty, but why were they so much more valued?Someone with blonde hair and blue eyes could still be an awful person, and he knew his sister was absolutely wonderful. Then again, no one really cared about personality, it was a matter of land and status when it came to marriage in royal families.
Jack waved to his family down on the docks as the boat started to move away. It took a long time for them to be out of his range of vision, and by the end of it he swore to himself that he would figure out a way to make boats faster to avoid the uncomfortably long goodbyes. Usually in situations like this Elsa would be coming to his own home, the kingdom of Selene, but as she was the bloody queen and their marriage wasn't official yet he would be going to see her home instead. It was rather inconvenient really, as heir to the throne he might very well have to give up his rights as firstborn and pass Selene's crown on to his sister, because he couldn't be king in two kingdoms at once. He wished The old King and Queen of Arendelle would have had a son, it would have made everything so much easier. Not that he begrudged the idea of seeing a new land, he was quite excited for that actually, it just presented so many political issues. For example, the problem with the family line. His and Elsa's marriage had been arranged so shortly after she had been born, that their lack of a son hadn't been an issue. She would be Queen of Selene one day and rule alongside him, and when she had brothers, they would become the heirs to Arendelle's throne, keeping her family name of Snedronningen (which was probably the most ridiculous and unappealing name he had ever heard) alive and his own line of Overland as rulers of Selene. If this marriage would be accepted, then custom would dictate that she take Overland as her new name, thereby obliterating her own line entirely, and his own sister would take a new name when she was married, meaning that their house would no longer hold the throne. It was an all around bad deal, but it seemed rather unavoidable.
He did wonder though, what was this Elsa person like? He had heard rumors of her having some sort of ice powers, but it was most likely just talk that the small folk were spreading about, probably stemming from some sort of reluctance to have a queen with no king. It wouldn't improve much if he did end up as king, having a foreign devil on the throne with the evil winter witch was probably much worse. Still, they would have to learn to accept her at some point. She was the rightful queen, and surely a capable ruler. Even with the strange cold spell after her coronation, she had managed to keep these people who thought she was a witch loyal, and if that didn't say something about her ruling abilities then he wasn't sure what would. After all, there was no such thing as magic, so it couldn't possibly be fear.
After a long day of sitting around, unsure of what to do, Jack went to bed. It was no fun aboard the ship, he couldn't play jokes without the possibility of hurting someone by accident, and there was no one to play games with either. He was so used to spending his days with Emma, that this seemed weird. It didn't improve things when the cold wind from the North started blowing. Jack had never been particularly bothered by the cold. He could wear lighter cloaks than anyone in his family on cold days. Still, this wind seemed to seep into every part of him, and he went below deck to escape it.
This wind would slow them down terribly. Arendelle was to the north, and with this wind blowing against them they wouldn't make as much progress as they had anticipated. If it continued like this it could take the two day journey to four, and although they had enough supplies to last them, Jack thought he might die of boredom. He could only hope that the wind would be coming from the south tomorrow, and that's exactly what he did until he finally drifted off to sleep.