Hey guys. Jadedbychoice here. I am so very sorry that I haven't posted in a while. But the good news is that I just got a new laptop and found wifi and am going to try and post a lot more often. Again, thank you to all my loyal readers. Read on!

Chapter 7

The reception had ended after 5 and a half hours of celebration of the combined marriage and coronation ceremonies. The castle now held only its normal inhabitants that consisted of only the staff and the royal family. Elsa and Jack were finally allowed to be alone together in their private honeymoon suite. Of course they couldn't leave their castle for a honeymoon, being how they were the king and queen of an entire country. They were perfectly happy being just being together anyway.

The new couple were together in front of a magnificent fire place, sitting cuddled together on a magnificent blue couch.

"I cannot believe it. We're finally married." Elsa gushed.

"Neither can I, Snowball." Jack replied jokingly.

She smiled. She was so happy to be alone with Jack and to be married to him. She could envision their future together all within the one moment. Making decisions for their country and themselves, having children, growing old together. She sighed contentedly.

"What is it?" Jack asked.

"Nothing. Just thinking about the future."

Jack half grinned.

"Near or far future?" He asked teasingly.

"Both." She replied.

"Hmmm…"

"What are you thinking about?" Elsa asked.

It was silent for an endless moment. Jack simply turned his head towards his bride with his arm around her shoulder and smiled.

"Us." He stated simply.

"Wha-"She started. She was interrupted by her husband's kiss. Her eyes remained open for a moment from pure shock, then closed and returned the favor, kissing him back. The kiss deepened and Elsa felt something within her that she had felt many other times whenever she kissed Jack like this. Some primal, burning sensation within her. She hungered for more. Eventually, they both had to stop to catch their breath.

Laughing, Jack looked at his new wife. She was beet red with embarrassment. She returned his laugh a small giggle.

Jack gradually went serious. Elsa picked up on his new mood.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

He sighed. "Elsa, you know what comes next."

She flushed a brilliant scarlet. She DID know what came next.

"Yes. And is it such a bad thing? I mean we are married and everything. And we love each other. Very much."

"Well, if you don't want to now, we can wait."

"No. I want to do it. It will make our marriage official."

"You're sure?"

"Of course. I love you, Jack Frost. With every fiber of my being. And I want you."

He laughed.

"How can I say 'no' to you, Your Majesty?" He joked.

They kissed again and turned off the lights with a combined small ice blast.

Three weeks later, the new couple returned from their honeymoon. Both happy and anxious to start ruling together. Though, they each had separate things to attend to that day, they both knew they could return to each other in the evening.

Before they had to go to carry out their royal duties, they kissed each other goodbye for the day.

"I love you." Elsa said.

"I love you, too." Jack stated.

Elsa then put on her crown and left their bedroom. They had moved out of the honeymoon suite and into Elsa's old bedroom. Refurnished, of course, with a larger bed, a lot of icicles and a fire place.

This was Jack's first day ruling as king and he had no idea of what to do. Luckily, he was appointed an advisor when he came into power. So, all he had to do if he came to a point where he didn't know what to do or didn't understand what was asked of him was to ask for help from the advisor.

"Harold, what did he mean, charge taxes for sailing a boat? Isn't that kind of redundant? I mean, shouldn't sailing be free?" Jack asked.

"Sir, we need to make profit from as many places as possible. The tax is a good thing. The document needs your approval though. All you have to do is skim through it and then sign." Harold explained.

"I understand, but charging them to dock too? That's insane."

"Like I said before, Sir, we need to make a profit."

"I don't think this is right. I can't sign this."

"But, Your Highness-"

"No. We can't charge people to sail. I understand the docking tax, but not sailing. Can we have this remade? Like, to make it so that we only tax on docking?"

Begrudgingly, Harold took the document away to be redrafted.

Jack didn't know how much longer he could take this. Making such difficult decisions on an entire country's behalf. What was Elsa going to say when he told her?

Meanwhile, Elsa was busy preparing for an international meeting between Arendelle and four other countries. The meeting was to be about trade prices to transport goods and services between the five countries. Since Arendelle is water locked, trading was often made difficult because of having to be exchanged using ships. The ships didn't often sink, but would get lost from time to time and everything would be late.

Her mind drifted to Jack every 5 or so seconds. What was he doing? What did he think of being king? How were they going to see each other with separate schedules? What was he thinking about? Was he thinking about her?

"….. and I was thinking of putting the roses over here. What do you think, Your Majesty?" someone asked.

"What? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you." She responded, interrupting her thoughts of Jack.

"I was thinking we should put the orange roses over on this table to compliment the lighting in the room, Your Highness. What do you think?"

"Not there. How about near the window. The light will catch them better."

"Very well, Queen Elsa."

The servant moved the roses to the window as Elsa had suggested. She gradually then drifted back into her thoughts of her husband. What was he up to today?

Just then, Elsa felt slightly sick. She looked around and saw that everybody was busy. She ignored the feeling and went back to work arranging designs and ideas for trade.

The sick feeling grew stronger. Elsa's hand flew to her mouth and she ran for the nearest window and emptied the contents of her stomach.

There was a great rush of people running towards her.

"Your majesty!"

"Are you alright?"

"Your highness?"

Elsa caught her breath and stopped heaving and turned around to face everyone.

"Can someone please get me a napkin?" She asked, hand covering her face, embarrassed. She probably had vomit on her face.

Someone had run and gotten a handful of napkins. Elsa took them with her free hand.

"Thank you." She said and carefully turned around and wiped her face.

What was that? Why did I throw up? Ugh, that was horrible.

After she was convinced her face was clean, Elsa excused herself and went to get a drink of water.

After reaching the kitchen, she had the feeling that she was going to retch again and ran to an empty bowl, knowing she wouldn't make it to the window this time.

Unfortunately, she had nothing left in her stomach but the feeling.

Someone had gotten her a drink of water and placed it next to her.

After the feeling had passed, she said thank you, took the water, and went back to her bedroom.

Elsa had called a sick day. Had she caught a stomach bug?

Not now. I have the ambassadors coming in in four days. This is bad.