Anna and Kristoff met Jack, Chris, and Elsa in the dining room and the group sat down to dinner. A normal dinner around the castle usually consisted of Anna and Elsa discussing their days, Kristoff and Jack talking about business, and Chris making a mess of his food. Elsa would make a sarcastic remark that would make Chris act better, and by then dinner was pretty much over. This was a normal day.
"I think we have it all figured out." Anna explained. "We'll do the rehearsal and a mock reception with the trolls, and preform the real ceremony in Arendelle."
"And you talked this over with them right?" Elsa asked. Anna and Kristoff both nodded.
"So are you going to run the ceremony like it's real, or is it really just a practice?" Jack inquired.
"Honestly, it will be like an actual ceremony, but just not official." Kristoff answered this time. Meanwhile, Chris was smearing some soft carrots on his face and hands. He licked it off his fingers and started rubbing it into his hair. The adults watched, slightly amused.
"Careful," Elsa taunted, jokingly. "Some of that's actually getting in your mouth." The boy glared, and continued to mess around with his food. "Oh sure, Chris. Real cute. Ignore mommy. Adorable." The queen poked her son's stomach. Chris sighed and took a napkin.
"Why is it that he listens to you, but not me?" Jack whined, watching Elsa clean their son up. She shrugged.
"He'll give you an attitude, but won't take one." She explained. "If you get smart enough with him, he'll back down a bit and do what he's told."
"It shouldn't have to be that way."
"Well, that's the only way that works for now." Jack sighed.
"Boys... the cats of the human race." Everyone laughed.
"Speaking of," Anna looked at her sister. "do you think your second kid will be a boy, or a girl?" Elsa thought for a second.
"For the baby's sake, I'm hoping for another boy. I can't see Chris acting differently around a newborn than around us." She eyed the young prince. "He's too rough. He'd probably be more..."she paused to think of the appropriate term."...hostile to a girl than another boy."
"Yeah. Especially since he inherited our powers." Jack agreed. "He already pulls pranks on us with his ice. A baby sister would be an easy target."
"Wait, he pranks you?" Kristoff asked, confused. "How?" It was Elsa's turn to sigh.
"Where do I start? He'll cry in the middle of the night, to lure us in, then when we come in to calm him down, he'll drop snow on our heads, we'll run into a camouflaged ice barrier in the door, or he'll ice the floor so we slip and fall." Chris smirked, remembering all his best pranks. He thought it was funny, watching his parents make fools of themselves. Elsa noticed his smug grin and sighed. That kid.
"I think someone needs to go to bed." Jack declared. He took his son, who strongly protested by crying and screaming, upstairs to his room.
"Cats of the Human Race. Yep, that about sums it up." Elsa shook her head.