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Heimdall was up before the roster crowed. To be honest, he didn't sleep at all. He had just laid in bed all night, tucking the parcel beneath his pillow. He checked it periodically to assure it was still there, unbroken, perfect. He knew that he should get some sleep, but he was too nervous and excited all at once and when the very first rays of the sun peeked up and through his window, he already had his best on.

The morning was gray and dull, and a little overcast, but it all seemed bright in his vision. He said 'Good Morning' to everyone he passed, most who responded warily and with surprise. He made two crucial stops along the way- first to the flower shop where he choose the most delicate and beautiful of roses, which he tucked carefully from view into the inner secret part of his coat. Secondly, he stopped by a bakery and picked up some fresh breakfast. He passed Kai's house on the way; he knew his best friend wanted him to see him that morning, but he feared if he went in, he'd lose the courage to come back out.

The door dinged at the shop of his main destination.

"You're back again?"

"Did you miss me?" Heimdall asked, giving the girl behind a counter the bag, "Good morning, Aoife."

Aolife gave a small smile. "I may keep you around just for the food. Everyday, without fail. But it's so early for you, Prince Charming, usually I don't see your tired eyes until lunch." She commented, searching him for a sign of this unusual visit.

"I was already up." He said. Aoife, who was sitting down on the top of the counter, and breaking into a doughnut, paused.

"Oh? For what?" She asked.

"You." He replied smoothly, taking half of the doughnut. Aoife's face flushed brightly, and she bit her lip as she looked down at the wood, as if it were suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world.

"Oh, I'm nothing much that much effort, Prince." She said with a chuckle.

"You know you like me around." He said haughtily, and leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the lips before she could protest. Her answer was stuttered out hastily.

"It gets lonely here...and you are...everyday...I..." Her face turned as bright as her hair. He wiggled his eyebrows.

"You know you enjoy that too." He said, coming around to stand in front of her, "I like you, Aoife."

Aoife sensed how serious everything had turned, and pulled her legs into a cross on the counter. "I do like you around, Heimdall. I've never felt so bright. You really changed how I thought about you." She admitted.

"Well, my persistence was bound to pay off sometime." He said with a gentle chuckle, remembering how he'd come in as often as he could, trying to get her to talk, until it became an everyday thing. It was only recently he brought her food, though, and she seemed to really enjoy it.

"You were so desperate. How could I refuse?" She asked.

"Oh, come on. You're attracted to me."

Aoife thought. "Well, I do agree, that if I had to have any awkward sexual encounter with a royal family member, I'm glad it's you." He had never brought up that night, so long ago, when they were both so young. She seemed like a child at that time, and had grown into a real woman since. He was immensely glad that over time, he'd convinced her to stop going there, and just encouraged more fabrics to be bought from the store. They'd kissed a little, but nothing like what hadn't really been them, not in the way they were now.

This was, in fact, the first time she had ever said anything about it. There was a venerability in her face, and Heimdall cupped one cheek. "It was the best night of my life. I gave you everything, and I have never a regret." He assured her.

"I wish I could have given you that too." She said roughly, full of heavy regret. Heimdall knew that this was the opening he'd been waiting for. He pulled the rose out, cautiously.

"There is still a first you can give me, and I can give you, if you'll let me." He said, handing her the rose and pulling her down to the center of the room. She looked shocked, and accepted it.

"What? A rose? I don't under-," All her questions died on her lips when he knelt down and pulled out the box his father had gotten him from Ireland.

"Aoife, I have dreamed of you always. I feel like your an angel that I have been so lucky to meet. Aoife, who loves the color green because it reminds her of home and the smell of fresh rain, who eats her sandwiches with mayo only on one side of the bun, and who has admitted to kicking people in her sleep. But I will happily have bruised ribs and sleep on the floor, and make you your sandwiches just the way you like if you promise to be mine forever. My first, and only love. Will you marry me?"

Aoife squealed, taking in a short gasp and slamming her hands to her lips. "That looks like a claddagh ring."

"Picked up by the king in Ireland just yesterday. But it's not really- it's only engraved here. The rest is the celtic weave that means lovers and forever." He said softly.

"I know, oh I know that!" She squeaked, examining the ring, "Oh, I haven't said anything. Odin, Heimdall, yes!" She cried, almost knocking him over in her joy. She was almost crying as he slid the ring onto her finger, and he was floating on a cloud.

"I think it's time for you to meet the King and Queen." He whispered after she calmed down.

FROZEN

Just as Jack expected, Heimall returned with the widest grin he'd ever seen on his son's face, with a blushing girl who was tripping over her own dress in nervousness. The dainty red-head clung to his son like she was walking into a lion's den, and Jack caught the glimmer of gold on her finger.

"Elsa, sweetie. We have some company." He said, poking her with a toe across the span of the two chairs facing each other.

She looked up, and peered out the window. "Heimdall has a girl with him?" She gaped, dropping her book in shock. She looked at Jack, "You knew about this." She deduced. Jack held up his hands.

"Hey; sometimes a guy has to have his secrets." He said, "And you'll like her." He assured, leaning over and rubbing her arms.

The children gathered on the sides of the halls, whispering about the girl who walked through them.

"Is she here to give us new clothes, Heimdall?" One of his sisters asked. Heimdall replied by shoving her against a wall.

"Oh, shut it. You'll find out soon enough." Everyone was shut out from the door where their parents sat, waiting to meet the beauty. Jack was up first, and he took her hand in his own, shaking it hard. He didn't even question if she could see him or not, and was more than relieved to discover that she blushed.

"King Jack." She said, trying to get away to curtsy, "Even younger and unreal than they say." She said.

"Ah some say flattery will get you nowhere, but I rather disagree." Jack smirked, "Dear?" He turned. Elsa stood. Aoife was able to curtsy this time, and her nose nearly touched the floor.

"You're the girl from the seamstress." Elsa said, and put a finger on her back, meaning she could rise, "I'm Elsa."

"I know that, m'queen." Aoife stood, and Elsa's sharp eyes caught what glimmered on her fingers. She snatched the hand up.

"Heimdall...?"

"That's what I was about to say. Meet my fiancee, Aoife." Even at eighteen, Heimdall blushed a brilliant shade of red under his mother's scrutinizing glare.

"I've never met her before." She said, "Not like this. How long have you two known each other."

"It's not like the stories of Princess Anna, if that's what you're curious about." Aoife said shyly, "He's been with me for a year." She said, extending it for the Queen's sake.

"Well, that's a relief." Elsa seemed to calm after that, "No eloping for any of my children."

"Why don't we all sit? I can get us some food while we discuss important things now." Jack suggested, pulling up an armchair for his son and future daughter.

Elsa nodded. "Right, right. Let me go and get the cook." Elsa said, for once, feeling very unprepared for what was looking her in the face. She felt a little broken; her baby had proposed to a girl she'd never met. And Jack had known. Didn't the mother have a right to know? She found the cook preparing lunch, and asked that her's, Jack's, Heimdall's, and an extra were sent to the fireplace room.

When she returned, Jack was regaling the girl some story from his most recent travels, making her laugh. It was a little unnerving to see Jack sitting next to her; they looked almost the same age. It was only when Jack looked at her that she saw not the eyes of a seventeen year old, but of an old wise master.

"Food will be here shortly. Jack? Will you step out for a moment with me?" She asked.

"Why?" He asked, frowning. Elsa gave a side glance to Aoife, which unfortunately was not as settle as she'd hoped.

"Anything about my fiancee you can say in front of all of us." Heimdall said with a challenged growl.

"Right. Now isn't a good time to start keeping secrets." Jack agreed, and Elsa felt outnumbered and very frustrated.

"Fine." She said with a hard edge, "I'm sure that Aoife is a beautiful girl, Heimdall, but you are the heir and therefore can't marry just anyone." She said. Heimdall scowled.

"You married someone not of royal blood." He jabbed a finger at his father.

"He is immortal, and that was royal and special enough." Elsa disagreed. Jack cleared his throat, a smirk on his lips.

"If I may cut in?" Jack asked. Elsa turned.

"What, Jack?" She asked in a clipped tone. Jack stood, brushing off his coat.

"I did a little digging when I was in Ireland." He said, shrugging, "I was just curious. While I was there, even though Aoife's family has lived in or near Arendelle for about fifty years, she is a descendant of the Byrne family, even though her grandpa had his last name changed to Brunne when they moved here. Bryne is one of the most known surnames, and her family was related to the chieftain. Was she direct royalty, not exactly, but it is in her blood." He paused, "Isn't that enough?" He asked his wife.

Elsa was already consulting an old traditional book. There was a couple excruciating moments before Elsa slammed the book close. "Welcome to the family, Aoife."


Elsa's a little crazy about how long her children have known people...not after what happened with Anna and all before...ugg..

And I guess if I had wanted to incorporate the big four into my story (Rapunzel and Hiccup appear loosely later) Then I should have made Aoife a descendant of Merida...but she's Scottish. And I really wanted Aoife to be Irish. Meh. I'll find another place to squeeze Merida in. It won't be like Merida walking around or anything...let's be realisic here.

And Heimdall basically stalking Aoife until she liked him? Well that's sorta how I got my boyfriend to like me. Back when I was a sophomore, I really invested about five months getting him to like me back. At the time, it didn't seem like that long at ALL but now that I look back on it, people comment about how patient I was (I really was, I didn't push it at all...I just made progress every day). And we're still happily together :) So I mean, stalking people doesn't always work (Trust me, I had a stalker my freshman year) but sometimes, it does. But they hopefully don't see it as stalking.

Sorry it's up so late, but today was busy but tomorrow I get to SLEEP IN. Small miracles.