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Chapter 25: Bachelor (Jack's POV)

I was staring into Elsa's eyes stubbornly. Okay, she was staring into my eyes stubbornly while I was staring into hers beseechingly. It had been ten months. Ten months since I asked her to marry me. Ten months since she had said yes. Ten months since I agreed to let her make my clothes for the wedding. Now, the wedding was tomorrow and I had absolutely no idea what I was wearing and Elsa refused to even give me a hint!

"Knock, knock!" We looked away from our staring contest at the sound of Dica's voice ringing through the castle as she walked out of the sculpture room with tooth following closely behind her. "Alright, Jack, get a move on to the Pole. Pronto!"

A look out of the balcony alerted me to the extra colorful lights shining in the sky as the sun sank below the mountain tops. I frowned in confusion. "But, North's calling us," I said. "Shouldn't all of us be going?"

Dica rolled her eyes in an exasperated manner, crossing her arms over her chest and cocking one hip out to the side. "Yeah, he's only calling you."

My brow furrowed as my confusion deepened. What did I do now? "Why?"

"Your bachelor party?" She said as if such a thing should have been obvious. "It's the night before the wedding! Of course, you're probably going to end up helping him make Christmas toys. For future references; let's not plan any more weddings or other major events within a week of Christmas and Easter, okay? North's happy for you two and he doesn't have a problem with officiating the marriage or having the wedding at the Pole, but he is not happy about missing a day's worth of production so close to Christmas."

"Bachelor party?" I reiterated causing Dica to roll her eyes again.

"Yes! Now kiss your fiancée goodbye because the next time you will see her will be when she's walking down the aisle."

Wait, what? "What?"

"It's tradition, Jack," Tooth said before Dica could continue. "The groom isn't suppose to see the bride before the wedding. It's bad luck."

"How so?"

"It goes back to when arranged marriages were more common," Elsa explained. "There were some cases where the groom saw his bride-to-be for the first time just before the wedding ceremony and ran away, so it became bad luck."

"But I've already seen you," I argued, still confused. "I'm not going to run away."

"Just. Go," Dica sighed, pushing me out onto the balcony. I shot Elsa questioning look, but she only smiled and waved her hand so I flew off towards the North Pole. Arriving at the workshop, I walked straight in without knocking only to have to take a step back out again to narrowly avoid being run over by a herd of yetis bustling past me with their arms full of decoratively wrapped presents.

"Hey, North!" I shouted over the noise. "I'm here!"

"It's about bloody time, mate," an Australian accented voice grumbled. "Get over here and start working."

"Over where?" I muttered trying to find the two Guardians through the maze of yetis, elves, toys, and colorful wrapping paper. Trying to stop the yetis to ask which way to go proved to be useless as they would just ignore me and continue working. For a while, I fumbled around until I finally caught sight of Bunn and North. The Russian was shouting orders, his voice miraculously carrying from one end of the workshop to the other while Bunny was hard at work painting toys next to a huge yeti.

North spotted me in the midst of the crowd and ushered me closer to them. "Jack!" He yelled "Finally, you're here!"

Suddenly, a train cart, paintbrush, and paint was being shoved into my hands and I was being forced into a stool next to Bunny at a workbench. "I just found out about this!" I said, dipping the end of the brush into the bright read pool of paint at the bottom of the bowl.

"What do you mean you just found out about it?" North said incredulously. "You knew the wedding was coming for months!"

"Yeah, but I didn't know anything about a bachelor party."

"Ha!" North said, turning his attention back to the bustling yetis. "You thought we wouldn't do anything fun?"

I arched an eyebrow at the task in my hands. "You call this fun?" I asked.

"Well we had to get you out of that castle somehow," Bunny said, yanking the toy from my hands since I apparently wasn't painting it up to his standards. "Dica and Tooth were going to have a bachelorette party for Elsa one way or another." He flashed his green eyes over to me. "Are you nervous?"

My eyebrows came together. "About what?"

"The wedding ..." he said slowly. Why was everyone acting like I was stupid today?

I shook my head. "No."

"How about the wedding night?"

Looking over at him, I saw that he was smirking as he continued working on painting the toy in front of him. "What do you mean?"

"Come on," Bunny grinned, humor dripping from every word. "Don't tell me you have no clue about what goes on during the honeymoon."

"Of course I do," I sniffed, pressing my lips together as I grabbed an unpainted toy nearby.

"Really?" He said. "Then you aren't' at all worried about how you'll ... perform?" He took the toy away from me.

Feigning confidence, I scoffed. "Why would I be?" I countered, taking another toy from the pile only to have Bunny yank that one from my hands as well.

"So you've done it before?" The Guardian questioned. There was a spark of mischief in his eyes that usually belonged to me.

"I've been alive for over four hundred years, Bunny," I said, attempting to take the toy back from him, but it was pulled out of my reach.

"That wasn't the question," Bunny said in a smug tone.

"And?" I challenged with a mixture of irritation and embarrassment. "What's it to you if I have or not?"

"Just wondering," he replied with a shrug. The smirk on his face removed any credibility of his words. "Because you were invisible for three hundred of those years and, last I checked, no human over the age of eighteen believes in you so I was only curious to see if you have or have not done it before." His green eyes pierced into mine. "And if it was with Elsa or not?"

My fist clenched at my sides. "What exactly are you saying, Bunny?"

He held his paws up. "I'm not saying anything. It's just that you only met Elsa a little less than six years ago now and you said earlier that you've been alive for over four hundred years which makes it should like it was done earlier than six years ago if, in fact, it was done at all."

Glaring at him, I yanked the toy back and began painting it. "No," I answered. "I've never done it before." There was lapse in the conversation as I focused intensely on my task. "I am nervous."

To my immense surprise, Bunny slapped my on the back encouragingly and I looked at him over my shoulder. "Don't worry," he said. "I highly doubt she's done it either, mate. You were the first real contact she had with anybody since she became a spirit and she wasn't married as a human. During her time as a human, it would have been considered highly improper for something like that to take place with anyone she wasn't married to - especially with her being the Queen. So it's not as if she's going to have any high expectations of you. Actually, you'll probably surpass her expectations by being a virgin after four hundred years." He chuckled at that and I felt a little less anxious.

Nodding my head, I gave him a small smile. "Thanks, Bunny."

"But you'll have to be gentle, Jack," he said. Behind the grin and teasing tone there was an underlying hint of seriousness to his voice. "It'll hurt for her since it's her first time."

"Are you seriously giving me sex advice right now?" I groaned, abandoning the toy and letting my head drop into my hands.

"Bunny!" North, who had stepped away to settle a dispute between a couple of elves, approached us again. "Enough with the teasing."

"I'm just giving him the facts," Bunny said with another chuckle. I groaned in response.

"Where's Sandy when I need him?" I muttered, but North heard me and bellowed out a laugh.

"Making dreams so that he can come to your wedding tomorrow," he said. "Now get back to painting! We need to get as much done as possible." He looked down at me with bright blue eyes. "How does it feel to know that you'll be getting married tomorrow?"

"Surreal," I replied, resuming painting the half-red toy in front of me. Truth be told, my heart skipped a beat every time the thought crossed my mind.

"I know what you mean," North said as he sat down next to me. "I felt the same way about Callie."

"Callie?" I repeated, perking up. "Who's Callie?"

"She was my love," North said. "Where do you think all of the Mrs. Clause stories come from?"

"There was a Mrs. Clause?" I questioned curiously. I had thought she was a myth.

"Almost," Bunny corrected me, resulting in a glare from North.

"What happened?" I asked, looking between the two Guardians. It was a while before North finally answered me.

"She was mortal," he said simply and I understood immediately, looking down.

"Oh," I'm sorry, North. I didn't mean to bring up any bad memor-"

"Ah!" He cut me off with a wave of his hand. "It was a long time ago tonight is about you."

"Come on, mate!" Bunny snapped once again taking the toy from my hands. "Painting isn't rocket science."

"Easy for you to say," I shot back "You paint Easter Eggs every year."

"Well I've seen elves do better paintings than this and you only have one color!" He countered, attempting to salvage my admittedly horrible paint job. I didn't say anything and just continued to glare at him before grabbing yet another toy.

"So ... what do you think Elsa and the girls are doing?" I asked, trying to start the conversation again. Bunny reached over and took the toy away from me and I threw my hands up in defeat.

"There's no telling," Bunny said. "Any idea what you'll be wearing to the wedding?"

"None," I grumbled. "Elsa won't even give me a hint!"

"I'm surprised you actually agreed to let her make your clothes. I haven't seen you wear anything except that hoodie and pair of pants since ... ever."

"She can be very persuasive," I muttered causing North to laugh.

"that is something you'll get use to," he said, glancing down at me. "Jack! Why aren't you painting?"

Huffing out a breath, I gestured irritably towards Bunny. "Why don't you ask the giant Kangaroo?"

"It's not my fault you paint like an untrained monkey!" Bunny argued. He doesn't like being called a Kangaroo.

North studied my poor attempt at painting the toy train that Bunny was trying to salvage and shrugged his shoulders, nodding his head slightly. "Perhaps you should help the yetis load up the sleigh," he suggested, patting me on the back gently.

My jaw dropped and Bunny howled with laughter as I slowly stood up from my stool, picking up a random stack of presents. Looking around the boxes to see where I was going, I managed to get them onto he sleigh. It was only about half full and I went to retrieve another stack of colorfully wrapped boxes.

"You know," I called out to the Guardians. "I hate to break it to you, but you guys aren't really the best at planning bachelor parties."

"Well next time don't plan your wedding in the week of Christmas," North shouted back and I grumbled to myself as I grabbed yet another stack of presents.

Eventually, there were so many presents put on the sleigh that it couldn't possibly hold any more and still manage to get off the ground so we started on wrapping the toys but, apparently, I'm horrible at that too. After attempting and failing to teach me how to wrap presents properly for about an hour, North and Bunny gave up and we sat around for the rest of the night drinking eggnog. Bunny and I had out occasional banter, we laughed, remembered old times.

At the first sight of the sun's rays, however, I was ushered into North's office with the door locking behind me. It was the wedding day.

Oh my gosh! The next chapter is the wedding ceremony in Elsa's POV! I can't wait. I hope that you guys found this chapter to be at least a little bit funny ...

I'm debating whether or not to upload the next chapter tomorrow. I might wait until Monday, but if enough people want me to I might post it tomorrow.

Thanks for the reviews, favorites and follows!

Zerlinda