I rly like this one tbh *blushes*

Day 14- Prince in Disguise

Queen Elsa did not need a king to help her run her country.

This was a fact she often had to remind the council of, particularly when there was an important event coming up, such as a masked ball, a grand banquet or war. That sort of thing.

She did a fine job of running Arendelle by herself. She was sympathetic, sensitive, understanding without being a pushover. She cared for her people enough to stand up for them.

But...that wasn't to say the Queen didn't get lonely.

It didn't happen all the time, after all she was an independent woman who understood that having a romantic or marital partner was not necessary to survival, but there were occasions when she looked at what Kristoff had with Anna and wished she had something similar. It didn't help that just about everyone but her family, that was, Anna and Kristoff, seemed to talk about nothing but her future marriage; as if it were set in stone!

Even Anna was beginning to crack, or maybe she was slowly going insane because for some reason she kept trying to insinuate flirting between the Queen and the head of her guard (as if she even had time to flirt).

This was what she told Jack as they sat out on her balcony, him on the railing while she lounged on a futon made of ice. Jack seemed vaguely amused by the whole ordeal which she scolded him for, of course.

They were both silent for a moment when Jack suddenly asked.

"Do you think you'll ever marry?"

Elsa glanced towards him, a slight crease in her brow, but he was staring out across Arendelle, his silver white hair ethereal in the moonlight and alive in the breeze. His voice had sounded almost...lonely. Perhaps he was worried about her forgetting him if she did marry? She was one of his only human, mortal, friends after all, and she couldn't imagine what else it could be.

"I-I don't know." She answered softly, after a moment, her gaze following his. "If I meet someone I love or if...if my duty calls for it then yes, I will. But...I doubt either will ever happen." Elsa hesitated. "Do you?"

"What, think I'll marry?" Jack gave a grin that didn't meet his eyes. "Nah. It's not my style. You know me, I couldn't...be tied down to one place."

"Of course."

He gave her a curious look but she didn't notice so he looked away again and continued speaking.

"But you, you'll find someone." Elsa was surprised to find that there was no doubt whatsoever in his tone; he sounded determined, almost committed. "I mean, how could you not? You're...you're the Queen, after all."

Why did she think he was going to say something else?

There was silence.

"You know..." Elsa began, standing up and leaning on the balcony three feet down from him. "You come around here a lot, don't you? For someone who can't be tied down."

Jack hesitated, a smile toying with the corners of his lips.

"And you talk a lot about love for someone who doesn't think she'll ever get married."

"You might be right." Elsa hugged herself and glanced away. Suddenly there was the feeling of cold fingers ghosting up her arm and disappearing, and when she looked back Jack was gone.