Epilogue
Arendelle, January 2030 (7 years later)
Jamie bustled down the hall with a heavy box held in his hands, with various customs stamps and stickers in Norwegian placed on it. He shifted his hold, getting his fingers further under the bottom of the box for a better grip as he turned down a corridor and then immediately into a large, informal family room, with large leather sofas and armchairs.
The room was full of people, talking and laughing in various parts of the room. They were in the new wing of the palace in Arendelle, which still held a level of class and opulence that had just been updated for the modern day.
His mother, Caroline and several other other middle-aged women sat holding cups of tea, conversing on one couch while Sophie chatted with three other teenage girls around a computer tablet, conversing animatedly about fashion.
Anton sat alone in one of the armchairs, looking around pleased at his family. Jamie smiled at him as he entered the room, and impressed at how well the elderly King looked after just celebrating his 85th birthday a few weeks prior. Surrounding him, and chatting happily were a group of younger and older men and women, even more Frost family relations.
Jamie slid the box he was holding onto a mostly empty table, moving a platter of fruit out of the way and taking a deep breath, unable to stop the grin pulling at the edges of his mouth.
It had been two years since he and Emma had gotten married, and he'd been swept from a small little family of three into this large loving, albeit royal, family. Jamie remembered asking himself how small said royal family was on his first visit to Arendelle, having only seen Emma, Caroline and Anton.
He laughed a little at the thought as he worked a box cutter from his pocket and opened the top aforementioned box.
The royal family that stayed in Arendelle was fairly small, just Anton, his daughter Caroline and Emma. And now, of course, Jamie. There were also a few cousins, aunts and uncles and various other distant relations that made their way in and out from time to time, it really depended on the season.
However, outside of Arendelle, given just a little notice or even just a mere phone call, there was an amazing amount of people able to readily trace their lineage back to Jack and Elsa. Emma's parents lived about a few hours away in Oslo, currently organizing how to run a large, popular art gallery there; Art was a well loved pastime in this particular family.
And then there were the cousins. Emma had more cousins than Jamie could count, and he still didn't know half of their names; he had no idea how she kep track of them all. He swore at the first Jewel Day Ball that he attended that the vast majority of the crowd shared a direct relation to Jack and Elsa themselves.
He paused at that memory, chuckling softly. It had been a grand night, full of rich food, rich people and lots of fancy clothing. And, true to it's name, everyone had been fully bedecked in gems and jewels that sparkled and glittered under the lights of the ballroom. Emma had been so excited as she'd made her way around the room, seeming more like a mere hostess than a crown princess as she laughed, chatted and danced with anyone and everyone, proudly introducing him to her family as she did so.
Then she had introduced Jack and Elsa into the fray, watching in delight as small children and royal relations alike cheered, clapped, gasped or grinned with delight and glee as the famed couple had descended into the ballroom. Jamie would never forget the awed look on Jack's face as he realized so many people around him could see them, that so many people believed in both of them.
Jamie looked down at the box again, the reason for coming into the busy room, and slid the sharp blade back into the safe holding of the box cutter before slipping it into his pocket. His fingers itched to open the flaps and get at the contents inside, but knew he had to wait a few moments more.
"Mom," he called, watching as his mother turned towards him at his the sound of his voice.
She smiled, setting her cup on a side table before standing up and working over to him.
"Where is Emma?" he asked, setting his hand over the top of the still closed box. "I don't want to open these without her."
His mother glanced down at the box, still smiling before looking back up at him. "She ran upstairs just before you got here; she said she wouldn't be very long."
Jamie smiled, knowing what Emma had run upstairs to get. She had been dying to tell everyone for over a week now and he'd begged her to keep it quiet until tonight. Hopefully she would be able to wait until Jack and Elsa arrived, the honored guests for the evening. He heard running footsteps from out in the hall and turned to see Emma dash into the room, a huge smile on her face as she looked around the room.
"Oh good, I was hoping I wouldn't be late," she said, slightly breathless, and walked over to him, rising up on her tiptoes to give him a quick peck on the cheek. "You ready?"
"Are you?"
She grinned up at him a moment longer before she turned to crowded family who was beginning to grow curious.
"Everyone! We have th-"
She was cut off by the tall French doors leading out to the garden opening, a cold blast of icy wind heralding the arrival of the last two guests finally arriving, to several cheers and laughter of those gathered in the room.
Jack and Elsa, each holding their long staves and smiling at their gathered family glided into the room. Emma looked up at Jamie, smiling, while his shoulders shook with laughter before he grinned and, finally, opened the box.
Inside, packed carefully with sheets of packing paper along the sides, where copies of the children's book that Jamie had finally been able to publish, with Emma's careful and loving illustrations bringing each story to life. Jamie smiled proudly at the books, seeing both of their names scrawled at the bottom; he looked down towards her, seeing her smile as well.
He reached in and pulled a few copies of the book out, their hard covers tight against the crisp paper dust cover that read, "Jack Frost and The Snow Queen, and other Children's Tales. By Jamie Frost, Illustrations by Emma Frost." One of the royal protocols, he'd found, was that he was required to take her name. The royal Frost name, rather than her adopting his American moniker.
"How does it look?" asked a female voice before him.
Jamie jumped a little, looking up to see a smiling Elsa standing before him.
He grinned at her and passed her a copy of the book. She laughed, reading the title, and ran a hand over the cover.
"Oh, Emma, this picture is just lovely."
The loud chatter in the room settled down as the family turned to see what Elsa was exclaiming over. Denise, one of Emma's cousins, took a stack of books from Jamie and began passing them out to the various family members. Everyone began to read or flip through the pages murmuring their approval, or laughing at various parts, showing other family members sections they were reading and smiling up at Jamie and Emma.
Jack stepped over to Elsa, grinning as he read the cover.
"Hey, we made it into the same book. Look at that," he looked up at Jamie and winked.
Emma practically bounced beside Jamie, near to bursting as she waited with news of her own to share with the group.
He chuckled and stepping back for her. "Go on, tell them," he said to her, placing a hand on the small of her back.
Elsa and Jack looked down at her, Jack raising a brow as Emma shuffled forward, a huge smile on her face and held out a black and white photograph for them. Elsa took it, a strange look on her face. She turned it a several different ways before looking up at Emma with a look of confusion on her face.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what this-"
"I'm pregnant!" Emma shouted out. "It's a boy!"
She covered her hands with her mouth, still barely able to keep herself from bouncing up and down on the floor. Jamie smiled from behind her. They had known for awhile now, deciding that they should keep it a secret first until they knew the sex of the baby and then until they had everyone gathered together, and the delivery of their book seemed like the perfect opportunity to do so.
Elsa smiled widely at Emma, stepping forward to wrap her up in a big hug.
"How happy for you," Elsa told her, pulling back to beam at Emma. "It's such an exciting process, isn't it?"
"We're naming him Henry," Jamie said, looking at Jack.
Jack froze, smile fading as he looked up at Jamie.
"Henry?" Elsa said, grinning wider. "Oh that's a lovely name. You know our son was named Henrik? We called him Henry, sometimes."
Elsa and Emma moved out into the larger common area where the sonogram photo was being passed around, and congratulations were being given. Jack stayed standing, still looking at Jamie.
"Henry?" Jack said softly.
Jamie nodded, watching as Jack's face slowly broke into a smile again. He stepped forward to hug Jamie.
"Boyo, you're going to have the time of your life, the good and the bad. And I'm going to be there to see it all."
"I wouldn't have it any other way Jack," Jamie replied, both of them turning to look at the happy gathered family.
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
FIN