"You're going WHERE?!"

Jack winced as the expected high-pitch squeal almost pierced his eardrums. He almost regretted telling Missy about the invitation, but there was no turning back now. Missy was currently jumping on the bed, almost hitting her head on the ceiling.

"This is the coolest thing ever!" she screamed out loud, then ran over to the window and threw it open. "Hey, everyone! My brother is going to-HMM!"

Jack jumped forward and clamped his hand over her mouth before anymore words could escape. "Are you insane?" he asked her, shutting the window and closing the curtains, "It's supposed to be a secret!"

"But why?" Missy asked, crossing her arms, "This is the biggest news in the world! Elsa invited my super awesome brother to dinner, and I'm not supposed to brag? That's just cruel."

"It's a party, Miss," Jack said, "All of the important people are going to be there, including the King and Queen. Not just me."

"So you get to meet her parents, too? That's one step closer to me being a princess!"

Jack looked at Missy incredulously. "What are you talking about?"

Missy rolled her eyes. "Duh, I'm talking about you and Elsa getting married! What else could I mean?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You got the wrong idea. We haven't seen each other in forever, and now you want us to get married?"

"Well, you obviously still like her, and she invited you to a dinner with her parents, and-"

"That's not enough reason to marry someone."

"But you like each other!"

Jack sighed, flopping onto the bed and crossing his arms across his eyes. Why did his sister have to be such a hopeless romantic, emphasize on hopeless. He could live with it most days, but sometimes, he wished that Missy wouldn't get her head stuck in the clouds.

"Well, we need to get you ready for that party, so let's get going."

Jack sat up and found Missy standing by the door with their pouch of coins in her hands. "What are you doing?" Jack asked, standing up and reaching for the pouch, "We need that for the trip home."

Missy ducked out of the way and kept the pouch out of his reach. "We need to get you a decent suit for the party," she said, dodging her brother's repeated grasps, "That one you brought ain't gonna cut it."

"It's fine, Missy. Give me the money!"

"Oh really?" she said, rushing over to their suitcase, tossing the pouch back. Jack leaped to catch it as Missy rummaged around and pulled out a rough, slightly tattered suit the color of dark mud. "You mean this old thing?" she asked, holding it by her fingertips and as far away from her body as possible, "It's ugly!"

"It's still a suit, and I'm not spending our money on a new one." Jack said, hiding the pouch in a high cabinet.

"It doesn't even look like it would fit," Missy said, throwing the suit onto the bed, "Where did you even get it?"

Jack hesitated a second. "It was Dad's. Mom gave it to me."

Missy grew quiet for a second, looking at the suit again. She knew that their parents were a tough subject to talk about, but it was slightly easier for her to talk about their dad than Jack, since she had no memory of him.

"Well, no offense to Dad," she said, "But that suit is ugly, and I'm not letting you go to the castle looking like a hobo."

Jack looked at Missy for a long time. She could be the most stubborn girl in the world when she had her mind set to something. Finally, Jack sighed and threw his hands up into the air. "Alright, what do you want me to wear, then?"

Missy's smile could light up the sun, if such a thing was possible. She jumped up and grabbed his hand, nearly ripping his arm out of his socket. "Let's go, let's go, let's go!" she said, dragging him out of the room, "I have the most brilliant idea ever!"

"Missy, slow down!" Jack said as she dragged him out of the inn and through the town, right up to a simple, red brick house. Missy let go of his arm and knocked on the door. Jack rubbed his arm and looked at the house. "Where are we, Missy?"

"Shhh," she said, knocking again.

"Hold on a minute, I'm coming." A voice called out from within the house. The door opened, revealing a middle-aged woman with graying hair and red clothes. "Why, hello child." She said, smiling at Missy, "How can I help you?"

"Do you remember me?" Missy said, "My name is Melissa North. Our mom used to work with you when I was little?"

The lady looked at her for a while, then a flash of recognition flew across her face. "Well, mark my words. Little Missy is all grown up." The lady smiled at her brightly, then looked up at Jack, who was almost a head taller than her. "This must be your brother. Jackson, was it?"

"Just Jack, ma'am." He said, reaching out to shake her hand, "It's nice to meet you."

"Well, don't be a stranger. Come on in!" she said, stepping inside," "I'll fetch us some tea."

Jack and Missy made their way inside the small house, where rolls of fabric and baskets of trims and thread were strewn all over the place and tucked into corners.

"Not exactly tidy, is she?" Jack mumbled to himself before turning to Missy, "Why are we here?" Missy just smiled at him as the lady came back with a tray of tea and cookies.

"Sorry about the mess, dears. I wasn't expecting company today. Please, please sit down and have some tea."

"I don't believe I caught your name," Jack remarked as the lady handed him a cup of tea.

"You can just call me Flora, dear. Now, what can I do for you two?" Jack looked at Missy, wondering what her brilliant plan was.

"Can you make my brother a suit for tonight?"

Jack almost spit out his drink, staring at her like she was nuts.

"Tonight? Whatever for?"

Missy was about to tell the lady everything, but Jack grabbed her arm before she could. "Will you please excuse us for a moment?" he asked politely, smiling at Flora.

"Of course," she said, standing up and walking out of the room. As soon as she left, Jack turned to Missy, who had a smug look on her face.

"Seriously, Miss?" he asked, "You went up to some stranger and asked for a suit?"

"First of all, she's not a stranger," she said, crossing her arms, "Secondly, I'm just trying to be helpful. Flora and her sisters are the best tailors in town. They can whip up a beautiful gown in minutes. I've seen them do it."

Jack sighed, putting his head into his hands. He honestly didn't know what to do with Missy half the time. "You need to learn how to control yourself," he finally said, "You can't just walk up to someone and instantly expect them to help you out just because you ask."

"But Jack," she said, "They can help. Just believe me, okay?" Jack looked into Missy's large brown eyes, filled with hope and wonder.

"Fine. Let them in." he said after a long pause. Missy grinned and went to the door to tell Flora. Jack lowered his head again, going back to last night and remembering how Elsa was so happy when they were playing together. He smiled, hoping that she would be just as happy tonight at the dinner. A buzz of noises made him look up as Flora and two other ladies came in with tape measures and needles and fabric.

"Well, aren't you a handsome fellow?" said the one in the green dress.

"He sure looks like it, don't he?" Flora said as she pulled him onto a small pedestal in the middle of the room, "Now, do you have any color preferences?"

"I think blue would suit his skin tone the best," said the one wearing blue, "All of the young men these days are wearing blue."

"Perhaps a nice red would do," Flora said, wrapping the tape measure around his body, "It would compliment his hair nicely."

"Now, maybe a dark green would suffice well enough for tonight." The green clothed woman said as she starting pinning fabric to his shirt.

Jack looked at Missy, who had snuck in and was watching the ladies bicker with a small smile. Jack shook his head slightly, a bewildered look in his eyes. Missy just shrugged her shoulders and smiled even bigger. Jack sighed slowly. Hopefully, she was right, and the ladies would hold up their end of the deal. All of a sudden, he realized that he left their money in their room.

"Um," he said, unsure of the ladies' reactions, "I forgot to bring our money with us. We don't have any way to pay you."

Missy's eyes widened slightly, and she face-palmed herself, sighing softly.

"Oh, there doesn't have to be a charge, hon," said the green one, whose name might've been Fauna.

"We can do this for free," the blue one said.

"Yes, yes, of course." Flora said, measuring his neck, "We designs outfits every day for the royal family. They pay very well, especially for Princess Elsa's outfits with the nice gloves."

"Have you ever seen Elsa?" Missy asked before Jack could open his mouth.

"I believe we did, a long time ago," the blue one said, who was drawing on a small stool, "Back before the gates were closed. We met the royal family to get their measurements for Princess Anna's birth announcement. What a pretty girl she was."

"Merryweather, enough chatter," Flora said, undoing the tape around Jack's neck, "It's time to get to work."

She smiled at Jack "Come back in about an hour or so, and we'll have your suit finished."

"Thank you so much, ma'am," Jack said as Flora nearly pushed him and Missy out the door, "And really, it's no trouble if we pay-"

"I insist, there will be no paying," she said sternly, "Consider this a favor from a family friend. Now, shoo! We have work to do."

With that, Flora shut the door in their faces, leaving them with nothing to do for the next hour except wait.

"Well," Missy said, bouncing on her heels, "What do you wanna do?"

Jack thought about it for a second, looking at the castle. Finally, he grinned and looked down at Missy. "How about some hopscotch?"

HELLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOO! I AM NOT DEAD! Seriously, I am so so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry about not updating in literally FOREVER! Long story short, my life became a huge mess, and I got really busy and YOU GUYS DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT THAT AGAIN I AM SO SORRY! I'm working on this story (and others) as I find time and inspiration, so please bare with me. The next few updates might seem pointless and boring and slow, but I promise that things will start to speed up pretty soon. I WILL update Northern Lights again as soon as I possibly can, and I might even get a new picture for it, so be on the lookout. Thank you so much for reading, and I will see you as soon as I can. BYEEEE!