"Is it really necessary?" I ask as Anna guides me down to the dining hall. It's now October and its beginning to get cold again, and it's two months until my wedding. My wedding... It sounds weird thinking about it, but it's been all I can think about since Eugene came and told me I was to be wed by my twenty first birthday. I decided Joseph was probably the best choice considering he's the only one I have ever interacted with.

Honestly, he's not that bad. I thought it would have been worse, and awkward, but he's turned out to be quite the gentleman... But he's a tad bit boring. He drones on and on about his scholars, and his accomplishments, and I pretend to be happy for him, but I honestly could not care.

"Yes, it is necessary," Anna replies, looping her hand through mine. No escape for me now. "The wedding dress is the most important part of the ceremony–"

"And the actual wedding?" I raise an eyebrow at her and she snorts.

"Puh-lease. Everyone's going to be looking at what you wear! Your dress needs to be the best Arendelle has and will ever see!" Her eyes sparkle as she talks about my wedding, but all I can think about is the fact that I'm going to marry someone I don't love. Joseph is great, but he's not the one I want to be with for the rest of my life. There's no attraction towards him, so, I feel confused and a little overwhelmed by all of this.

Anna's bringing me down to one of the tailors who works for us and she's going to make me a dress 'I'll never forget'. Honestly, I just can't wait for this to be over and done with.

When we enter, there's a big fuss, and my shoulders sag. All anyone can talk about is the fact that I'm getting married– what about the poor? What about the homeless? Why isn't anyone talking about the things that really matter–? A wedding isn't that big of a deal. Sometimes I wish I wasn't queen, just to avoid all of this stupid hype.

The seamstresses instantly get to work, stripping me down, measuring my waist, my height, my arm and leg length... Until finally they begin actually working the dress onto me. I wheeze when the shove a corset onto me, and I yelp when they accidentally prick me with a needle.

I'm there for hours, and yet Anna never loses her enthusiasm. The light outside begins to fade, and as I gaze out the window, I see it: tiny snowdrops floating to the ground like tiny crystals. My palms begin to sweat and I get a sick feeling in my stomach. Snow means one thing to me now: Jack.

Oh, Jack. I haven't thought of him since the night I decided I was going to marry Joseph. That's been two months. Plus, it's been almost a year since I've seen him, so it was time to move on. It wasn't like I could ever be with him, but my fingers drift up to my lips as I remember the way his lips felt against mine–

I scowl. Even if he is here, big deal. I'm getting married now, and I have grown quite fond of Joseph. It's not love, but I guess it will have to do between us. I wasn't going to let Anna take over– I could never allow myself to put her through the stress that comes with ruling.

"Hm, I think I should add a trail. It is a signature look of yours, is it not?" Phoebe, one of he dress designers, comments.

"I guess it is," I mumble, still staring out the window.

Would he even come to the castle if he is in Arendelle? Probably not. Maybe he's forgotten about me by now. Maybe we're better off, anyway. Although, I do miss him around, so I hope not.

Clouds veil the stars, and the snow begins to fall heavier. He's definitely here. He's somewhere in Arendelle, and I get a longing in my stomach. My heart begins to race as I think of what I might say to him if I see him: oh, hey. Long time no see- did I mention? I'm getting married!

Yeah, what an ice breaker that'll be. What would he say to me? I think about our last encounter and frown– why did I have to be so short tempered? He was leaving for my safety and I just gave out to him for it. I hope he's not mad at me. He looked pretty hurt, and I feel bad for what I've done.

Now, seeing the snow, all these emotions come back to me threatening to drown me in their endless sea. There's too much to handle, so I try to avoid looking out the window.

Instead, I finally look at myself in the mirror for the first time since standing here being pricked by needles, and dressed like a doll. My eyes widen in amazement... The dress is beautiful, and from morning until now, it's nearly ready.

The dress is white, naturally, with a very long trail, about two meters long; the bottom of my dress is layered and it has a lace top, with a ribbon around the middle; It has long sleeves with snowflake designs on the lace part of the dress and on the trail. The dress is made of silk, and I run my fingers along it, as everyone takes a step back to admire their work.

"Well?" Phoebe asks, looking in anticipation at me.

"I– I..." I can't find my voice. The beauty of the dress has made me speechless. My throat feels tight so I smile at them, and swallow. "It's beautiful. You all did a wonderful job. Please, if you don't mind, though, I'd like to be alone..." I trail off, feeling too emotional for all of this.

The seamstresses bow and walk from the room looking proud of themselves. Anna comes over and places a hand on my shoulder. "You look beautiful," she compliments me.

"Thank you," I reply. I glance out the window– the snow falls thickly now. I rub the back of my neck, not sure on what to say next. What would she say if I said I don't want to get married? Would she stick by me? Obviously... This is Anna! She believes in true love more than anyone I know. She has her true love.

She sees me glance out at the snow and frowns. "I think it's good that you're marrying Joseph. You two make a good couple, but..." She bites her lip and I look at her expectantly. She tilts her head, looking tormented. "But, you don't look really happy with him."

"I am happy with Joseph," I lie.

She narrows her eyes at me suspiciously, but I keep on my poker face avoiding her gaze, not wanting her to see through my lie. But it's Anna; she knows me too well. She crosses her arms around her stomach, and gives me an exasperated look. "Look me in the eye and say that," she dares me.

I purse my lips, and look her in the eye. "Fine. I'm not that happy about all of this. No. I'm not happy at all! I don't want to get married!" I exclaim. "I want to travel and see what's out there, Anna! I want to go places and meet people, and I want to be happy. I want to be with someone who understands me, and no one but Jack has ever understood."

"Jack?" she asks slowly. "I thought you... Well, I thought you had moved on about him." I shake my head and she frowns. "You really liked him, huh?"

I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know, Anna. I mean, I liked him, but it wasn't like I knew him that long. It's ridiculous to like someone so much when you've spent so little time with them."

She smiles at me. "Elsa, it's perfectly normal to like someone. No matter how long you've known them." She looks hesitantly at me. "The day I met Kristoff, I can't say I liked him that much, but a few days later, I realised deep down that he was my true love." She places both hands on my shoulder and looks me straight in the eye. "You're not crazy for liking Jack, alright? And he's the one who made you happy."

I take in a deep breath. "I wish he was here. Well, obviously he's here in Arendelle– I wish he was here with me. Uh, I mean us." I give her an embarrassed smile and she grins. "I still miss him. Is that pathetic?"

"No, not at all," she replies.

I smile at her and then give her a hug. "Thanks, Anna." I pull away, and look once more at my dress. "It really is a nice dress. It's a shame it's not being used for someone who's actually in love with her soon to be husband," I grumble.

A wind opens the doors, and I twist around, and my heart begins to speed up. I only know one person who can control the winds– Jack Frost.

When I don't see him, I feel pathetic. It was just hopeful thinking, if I'm being honest. I don't really expect him to show up– after all, I'm the one who gave out to him and told him to leave. I curse myself silently for doing that.

There's a light knock on the door, and this time I glance up in the mirror. And there he is, and my eyes widen, and my stomach twists.

"Jack," I whisper.

"This place is way too big. It took me ages to find you," he says. He grins at me, and then his grin falters when he sees what I'm wearing. I feel suddenly self conscious, and cross my arms over my chest.

"Hey, Frost!" Anna says, running over and giving him a hug. "You've been gone so long. I thought you had forgotten about us."

He laughs and ruffles her hair. "I may have only known you a few days, but I definitely didn't forget about you." She pouts and fixes her hair, but then she grins again, barely containing her excitement.

And all I can think about is that Jack is standing meters away from me and I'm in my bloody stupid wedding dress! Out of all the days he decides to show up, it had to be now? Why couldn't the fates allow me to tell him? Honestly, I didn't ever expect him to show up again!

Anna and him are talking, but I'm just staring at him, finding it impossible that he's here in front of me. I feel like time is frozen, I can't hear anything but the sound of my own heartbeat.

"Well, I guess you two have to catch up on things," Anna says eventually, breaking me out of my trance. "Uh, bye." She gives me a sorry look, and then leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

Jack lingers on the spot, and I shift uncomfortably on my feet. I can almost feel the tension between us, and I don't know what to do.

"Hey-"

"Hi-" we both say in unison.

"How've you been-?"

"You're getting married-?"

There's an awkward pause between us, and Jack looks at my dress. "You're getting married?" he asks again, looking back up at me.

"Y-yeah," I stutter. I rub my arm, feeling almost uncomfortable. "There's some law, or something stupid, and I've to get married to some guy–"

"Who?" he cuts me off.

I blink, surprised by how annoyed he sounds. "Joseph Monroe. You know, the guy we met..."

"On our date," he finishes off. Another silence falls between us, and my hands are shaking. He looks away from me. "Well, uh... Congratulations, I guess." He sounds hurt too. "I'm... I'm happy for you."

"Thanks," I mumble quietly.

His eyebrows furrow together. "Who knew a lot could change in a year?" he remarks, still not looking at me.

"Who knew Arendelle had stupid laws?" I reply with a question. He smirks a little, but it quickly vanishes as quick as it came. I step off the platform I'm standing on and walk a little closer to him. I can see him looking at me from the corner of my eye, but I pause a meter away from him, not wanting to evade his personal space. "I'm sorry," I tell him. "I'm sorry for giving out to you before you left. I was just angry that you were leaving me. I was hurt."

"I understand," he admits. "I didn't like leaving. But I had to lead Pitch away from you. I didn't want him to hurt you. He's gone, for now, by the way."

"Jack," I say. Slowly, he looks up at me, his blue eyes shining brightly in the light. "Are you okay?"

"Huh?" He blinks, and then frowns. "Yeah, yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" He forces a grin, but in his eyes I see that he's hurt. "Anyway, I'm back for the next few months. I had to see you– uh, you all, I mean– again."

I smile. "It's nice to see you again!" I skip forward, and wrap my arms around him, closing my eyes tightly and enjoying the moment. His arms wrap tightly around me, and a shiver runs down my spine. We stay like that for a while, neither of us wanting to move apart.

"It's nice to see you too," he whispers in my ear. There's a little silence. "The dress... It, uh, it looks nice on you." I pull away but my hands rest on his shoulder, and his hands rest on my waist.

"Thanks," I reply. It's odd being so close to him again, and feeling the warmness inside, and the numbness on my skin where his hands rest. It's nice, actually, not odd. It's one of the best feelings I've felt since he left.

"Still not allowed to have fun?" he asks me.

I roll my eyes. "Joseph doesn't really like to have fun. He's so dull," I admit to him. He's not you, I want to say.

"Well, get ready, Elsa, because before your wedding, I'm going to make sure you have the best time of your life!" He ruffles my hair and I scowl at him.

He laughs, and pinches my cheek. "I've missed seeing your face around." I swat his hand away and grin up at him.

"I've missed you too," I reply, feeling relaxed again in his presence. Already, I feel happier now that he's here. Anna's right; I am way happier when Jack's around.

sorry about the wait. I'm just so tired from school– too much drama tbh... *sigh* my eyes hurt. :( And so does my leg- I may have tore my ligaments. Yay. :(

so, ya. I'll reply to comments next week- I'm just exhausted this week and have no energy... Sorry.

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