Elsa stormed into the room. Everything was going wrong.

"I'm sorry, Elsa!" her sister pleaded, a few steps behind her. "How was I supposed to know the chocolate fountain would go so wrong?" She sat down on the bed. "It seemed like such a good idea at the time…"

"Well, it didn't turn out so sweet, did it?" Elsa giggled sarcastically, admiring in long mirror the brown stain on her dress. She actually wasn't as mad as she thought she'd be. She was more amused. She knew this day would be a disaster.

Anna flopped onto the bed, throwing her arms up in the air with reckless abandon. "Everything's RUINED!" she moaned dramatically. "And it's all MY FAULT." She flipped over and moaned into the blanket.

It had always been difficult for Elsa to determine whether or not Anna was joking when she got like this. "How will we EVER survive?" she asked, playing along with her games. She sat down on the bed, still admiring the large, dirt-colored stain that embodied most of her dress. She liked chocolate, but not this much. Anna was uncharacteristically quiet. Elsa scooted a little closer. "Don't worry, Anna," she spoke lovingly. "I'll just send someone to get a rag." Her sister's body was shaking, small sobs could be heard muffled by the bed.

She was crying.

Elsa sighed. She hoped things were going better for the boys.

...

Jack paced around the room. "When's Kristoff gonna get here?" he inquired of the large man who stood in the corner. He was late. VERY late.

The man spoke in a heavy Russian accent. "I'm sure he's on his way, Jack," he replied, crossing his arms over his chest. He was very large, but not necessarily fat. He was wearing his signature coat of red and black fur which trailed down past his knees, just skating over the wooden floor. "He'll be here."

"He better be!" Jack retorted. He sat on the bed, pulling at his stiff collar. He hated wearing nice clothes. 'Just two more hours, Jack,' he thought to himself. 'Two more hours.'

Just then, a man not quite as large as the Russian in the corner came sauntering into the doorway. His faced was beet read, beads of sweat dripping off his thick blonde hair.

"About freaking time, Kristoff," Jack spat, standing up. "You only have an hour to get ready!"

Kristoff leaned against the open doorway, his brown eyes glaring daggars at Jack. "Let's just say there were…complications."

A smirk tugged at one side of Jack's mouth. "Chocolate fountain?" he asked. Kristoff nodded, his lips also curling upwards, warming his face.

The man in the corner chuckled a loud, warm, rumbling laugh that made his long, white beard shake. "I knew was bad idea," he mumbled in his thick accent.

Jack just laughed, strolling over to the window. "Today's been a mess, hasn't it?" he asked, staring out at the beautiful morning sun as it shimmered on the fjord. Arandell was always so beautiful. He wished he could stay here more often. But it was always the first day of winter somewhere.

"Yeah," Kristoff replied, running his large hand through his coarse, blonde locks. "First there was the flower thing…"

"Hey," Jack interjected, pointing his finger at the man, "It's not my fault they put me on flower duty. What did they think was gonna happen?" Kristoff and the man in the corner just laughed. "But that's not as bad as you not getting a minister," he retorted with a smirk, crossing his arms over his chest.

Kristoff leaned back against the wall. "Trust me," he replied. "You do NOT want Grandpappy to perform ANYONE'S ceremony." He shook his head, trying to erase some memory from his mind. "It'll be the weirdest thing you ever see."

Jack sat on the open windowsill. "It's a good thing North here is an ordained minister, then," he said, pointing with his thumb at the large Russian man in the corner.

He laughed his rolling, jolly laugh. "Yes. Very lucky indeed," he said, his teeth almost as white as his beard and hair.

"And now this," Kristoff continued with a sigh. "I just don't think it can get any worse."

'Shit,' thought Jack. 'Why did he say that? Doesn't he know things ALWAYS get worse after someone says-'

A man stumbled into the room. "Sorry to interrupt, but do any of you gentlemen know where to find a wash rag?" They all looked at each other expectantly. He continued. "It's for the Bride."

Jack and Kristoff both shot up, ready to help at a moment's notice. "I'll take care of this one, gentlemen," said the Russian, stepping away from his corner. He was huge. His very presence demanded everyone's full attention as he strode across the room. It only took him a few steps. The air he left in his wake smelled of pine and peppermint. He looked at both Jack and Kristoff with a large, jolly smile. "You two have enough to worry about as it is."

With that, he left the room with the man, leaving Jack and Kristoff alone. Jack whispered, "What the hell is going on?"

…

Elsa sat on the bed consoling her weeping sister. "Really, Anna," she said lovingly. "It'll all be ok. It's just a little stain."

"Mf mmmfmmf mm ffmmf mmfffmmmm!" she sobbed into the
bed.

Elsa rolled her eyes. "You know I can't understand you when you talk like that," she said cooly.

Anna raised her head. "It's covering the WHOLE DRESS!" she wailed, flopping her head back down into the flannel comforter. Elsa sighed, not knowing what to do. She was new at this consoling-her-sister thing.

There came a knock from the door. "MMMFFFMMMMM!" moaned Anna.

Elsa stood up. "Come in," she translated. A short man in black dress clothes stepped timidly through the open door. In his extended hand he held a white wash rag. Elsa walked towards the man, taking the towel from his hand. "Thank you very much," she remarked courteously. She walked back towards the bed, rag in hand, coaxing Anna to sit up. "Come on, Dear," she said. "You can't walk down the aisle looking like this!"

Nothing but muffled moans from the melodramatic princess.

A voice with a thick Russian accent came from the hall outside the room. "I think this man here can take care of this, your Majesty." A large man with a snow white beard that trailed down most of his chest walked into the room. He was wearing a floor-length coat of red and black fur. His rosy cheeks bunched over his dazzling smile as he spoke. "I think you and I need to have a little talk."

She hesitated. She knew who he was, but why did he want to talk to HER? She handed the cloth back to the black-clad man and walked towards the towering Russian. She placed her arm through his extended elbow as he escorted her out of the room.

…

Jack stood alone on the cool ground, the soft grass frosting over with snow from making contact with his feet. People walked around and through him, discussing politely, telling jokes, making plans for the evening. None of them knew he was there. But he didn't care.

He looked towards the sun which shone brightly against the light blue sky. He loved looking at its reflection on the waves of the fjord. He rarely got to see water. Real water. Not frozen. He watched in awe as the light danced on the soft bumps of the water, mesmerizing him with its beautiful simplicity.

"I thought I'd find you out here," a gruff voice said from behind him. Jack looked to the right to see Kristoff, all decked out in his festival best (probably Anna's doing), staring at the spectacle unfolding on the fjord. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" he asked, the light dancing in his brown eyes and making his blonde hair glow.

Jack looked back at the light-crested water. "I guess," answered Jack, pulling at his tight collar. He missed his tunic and trousers.

Kristoff chuckled. "They really don't see you, don't they?" he asked, his voice a little lower.

Jack leaned against his staff sheepishly. "No," he said flatly, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration. "They don't."

"So," Kristoff continued jokingly, "to them, I look like I'm talking to an imaginary person." Jack inched away from him. "They must all think I'm CRAZY."

Jack turned around to leave. He didn't have to take this from him.

"Whoa, hey now!" Kristoff interjected, turning to face him. "I was only joking."

Jack stopped and exhaled, turning around to face the mountain man. "I know, Kristoff," he replied, giving his signature half smirk. He returned to his spot, each chilly step freezing a small patch of otherwise green grass. "It sucks that we couldn't have the ceremony outdoors," Jack mumbled. "I know how much Anna wanted for it to be outside…"

"Don't worry about it, Jack," Kristoff said while waving his hand as if to dismiss the subject entirely. Jack still felt bad about it. It was his fault they were having it indoors. Nobody wanted to accidentally freeze the city of Aranell. Again. "It'll be better this way. Less of a crowd."

Jack let out a little laugh. "Yeah, I guess you're right." He continued to marvel at the light as it danced on the waves. It was so peaceful, so relaxing that he could feel himself swaying with the subtle rhythm of the water. "What does it feel like, Kristoff?" Kristoff looked at him, his face contorted in confusion. "Water. What does it feel like?"

Kristoff smiled. "That's a tough one, Jack." He folded his arms across his chest. "It's like trying to describe color to a blind person. It's just something you never really think about, you know?" Jack lowered his head. It was a really stupid question. He didn't even know why he asked it. "But I guess I can try."

Jack looked up expectantly. He was finally getting the answers he was looking for! "Water," Kristoff began, "is like a mother. When you float on the surface, her waves rock you gently back and forth as if lulling you to sleep." Jack closed his eyes, trying his best to imagine the feeling. "And when you go underwater, she wraps your entire body in her arms not leaving a single nook out of her warm embrace. You feel like you're the only person on earth" Jack could almost feel it, feel the warmth of the water around him as he stood suspended in the blue nothingness. "Yet, somehow," he continued, "you feel connected to everything."

Jack opened his eyes, taking in the salty aroma of the fall air. "That sounds amazing," he whispered.

Kristoff smiled. "You know what? It is pretty amazing, isn't it?" he replied, the sea breeze swaying through his blonde hair. They stood there, side by side, for a while, staring mesmerized by the gently rocking of the waves. Bells could be heard faintly chiming from somewhere in the city. "Crap!" Kristoff yelled. "We're gonna be late!" He grabbed Jack by the arm and ran inside.

...

Elsa walked slowly next to the behemoth of a man, her arm still wrapped around his extended elbow. She didn't know where they were going, but it felt good to get out of that room. His arm was warm; she wasn't sure if it was just the fur coat or if he was actually that warm. "Has been, eh, quite the day, dah?" he asked.

She laughed a little. "You can say THAT again," she replied, thinking about everything that had gone wrong in the last 24 hours. She looked down at the brown stain occupying most of the front of her dress. "Why am I even doing this..." she whispered.

"What you mean 'why are you doing this?'" he asked, his breath giving off the aroma peppermint and crisp, winter wind. His electric blue eyes were staring right into hers, as if looking at her thoughts and feelings.

Elsa sighed. She didn't know how to ask this. "H-have you..." she began timidly. He looked at her expectantly. "Have you ever been in love?" He stopped. His eyes were full of surprise. "I'm sorry," she said quickly, lowering her head in embarrassment. "That was a stupid question."

His laugh boomed throughout the empty hallway. "Nonsense!" he bellowed, continuing his steady stride down the passage. "Not stupid question." His smile spread from ear to ear, forcing his rosy cheeks to scrunch and reveal small dimples. "I did have love once. A long, long time ago."

She looked at him expectantly. "What was she like?" she asked.

His smile widened, his eyes sparkling with joy and nostalgia. "She was an angel," he began, his voice saturated with love. "A perfect snowflake crafted by God himself. She was fair as delicate winter flower, dah, but strong as sturdiest pine. And she made the best cookies!" Again his laughter rang in her ears. "Oh, how I miss the cookies!"

Elsa giggled, bringing her free hand towards her mouth. "That sounds wonderful," she replied, thinking about what his perfect woman might look like.

"Dah, she kept me well fed." He patted his stomach with his left hand. "Well fed indeed!" They both laughed at the joke. It was nice. Elsa hadn't laughed all day. "Oh, how I miss her..."

"What happened?" she blurted. 'Shit,' she thought. 'Why did I ask that? A princess would never ask such a question!' she could feel the blood rush towards her cheeks. "I'm sorry," she whispered, lowering her head in embarrassment. "That was such an insensitive thing to ask-"

"Do not be sorry," he replied in a friendly way. "I love talking about my wife. We had many great years together." His shocking blue eyes dimmed. "But not everyone can be immortal." Elsa's heart stood still. Immortal. Forever. Eternity. Always. "Not a day goes by that I do not miss her," the large Russian continued. Perpetual. Enduring. Endless. Evermore. Jack was immortal. He would live forever. He would miss HER. Forever. She couldn't do that. Not to him.

The man stopped and looked right at Elsa. His electric blue eyes stared into hers, a certain energy radiating from his gaze. "But," he began. "Even thought my days with her were short, I wouldn't have given them up for all the world." His wintergreen smile cracked across his face.

Elsa threw her arms around him. That was all the reassurance she needed. "Thank you," she said. "Thank you, Mr. Clause."

"Please, your Highness," he replied, patting her gently on the back. "Call me North." She pulled away from him, her face beaming with happiness. There was no doubt in her mind now. She loved him, and that was all that mattered.

Bells rang softly from the city outside the castle. "Shostakovich!" North exclaimed, his eyes widening in shock. "You have a ceremony to get to!" He grabbed her by the hand and started down the hall.

"Wait!" Elsa called. He stopped. "My dress!"

He turned around, an apologetic look dressed his face. "We don't have time, your Highness!" he persuaded.

Elsa smiled. She knew what to do. She brought her hands down towards the bottom of the fabric. She could feel the power surging through her veins, energizing her entire body. She felt the warmth escape her hands and shoot towards the dress. Crystals of frost swirled around the base of the gown, quickly winding up the fabric. In mere seconds, the stained garment was replaced by a brilliant white gown adorned with perfectly cut ice diamonds. She smirked at the shocked expression on North's face.

He laughed a little. "Dah. You two were made for each other," he said, taking Elsa by the hand and escorting her towards the ceremony.

...

Jack stood nervously at the front of the small room. 'Where was she?' he thought. 'It wasn't like her to be so late.' He tugged at the collar that closed so tightly around his neck. Oh, how he HATED nice clothes. He didn't even have his staff. His thoughts were running rampant in his head. 'Maybe she left. Maybe she doesn't love me anymore. Maybe it's because I ruined the whole thing. It was stupid of me to try. I shouldn't have even tried. She could never love me. She could never love-'

He heard the small quartet of elves begin to play. He looked up and had to force himself not to cry.

What he saw standing before him, gently gliding down the small aisle escorted by the giant Russian, was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. The gown was the color of freshly fallen snow, softly falling from her perfect chest down to her pure white shoes. The sleeves and neck line were encrusted with icy gems, the most perfectly cut he'd ever seen. A silver crown rested atop her light golden hair, a shimmering veil of white snow cascading from the base down over her perfect face. Behind the veil, he could see her perfect porcelain skin glowing with royal radiancy, every feature beaming in sheer happiness. And her eyes. Her deep, blue eyes that seemed to look right into his own soul and wrap in in their loving embrace. She couldn't take her eyes off of him, and him her, during the entirety of her procession to the front of the altar.

How he had longed for the beauty of water only moments earlier, now to know that he already had the most beautiful thing ever created.

North walked around her, assuming his position as minister. His face was overcome with joy. "Let us get this wedding started, dah?" he boomed.

...

"Do you, Jack Frost," the large man continued in his thick Russian accent, "take this woman, Queen Elsa, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?"

Jack smiled at the radiant beauty that stood before him. "Yes," he replied, hardly able to contain his excitement.

The Russian chuckled. "And do you, Queen Elsa of Arandell, take this man, Jack Frost, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health..." He stopped. She looked at him expectantly. "...As long as you both shall live?" he asked with a wink.

She smiled, staring back into Jack's icy blue eyes. She thought of her past and all the events that brought them together. Tore them apart. Brought them together again. She didn't know what the future would bring for her, but she didn't care as long as he was standing next to her.

"I do!" she replied. Jack's eyes lit up with excitement. She could feel it running from his hands that were gently clasping hers. It was almost official. All that was left were...

"And now, little snowman, the rings!" North proclaimed.

A gasp could be heard from the side of the room. The small snowman standing off to the side came forward, a look of sheer terror on his face. "I FORGOT TO GET THE RINGS!" he yelled. 'Why not?' thought Elsa, rolling her eyes. 'Everything else has gone wrong.'

"Wait," said Jack. "I think I've got an idea." He raised his left hand and placed it gently over Elsa's heart. He gingerly took hers, and placed it over his own heart. She could feel the warmth surge through their connected bodies. Small swirls of frost etched their way into her, forming the pattern of a small, icy heart. A band of ice tattooed itself around her left ring finger. She released her hand from his chest, noticing an identical ring around his finger. "Now," he said softly, "I'll always be on your heart." He pressed her hand firmly agains his chest. "And you in mine."

Her eyes filled with joyful tears. She couldn't wait any longer, not even for North to make it official. She wrapped her arms around Jack and kissed him, for the first time in forever, as husband and wife.