An hour had passed, and Jack found himself hesitating before waking Elsa up. She had specifically told him to wake her in an hour, but why was he hesitating? Maybe because she looked so drop-dead captivating as she slept, like an angel that had descended from Heaven.

But then he remembered that she would definitely be furious with him if he didn't wake her up on time. So, with a deep breath, he gently shook her and stroked her hair, easing her out of sleep. "Wake up, Elsa."

She fluttered her eyes open, momentarily disoriented by the dim lighting around them, but it made it easier to wake up. "Hey," she mumbled.

"Hey, Elsa. Let's order some food, shall we? I didn't have breakfast today." He discreetly withdrew his hand from her hair, hoping she wouldn't notice.

She rubbed her eyes and then began retying her hair, some strands having escaped her bun. "Same here. Oh, this reminds me. Astrid gave me her hangover remedy. It works like magic. I brought an extra for you. I forgot to give it to you earlier." She reached for the plastic bag by her side.

Jack eyed the green drink she handed him and hesitated. "Thanks, but I'll pass."

"I know it looks nasty, but trust me, it's not," Elsa reassured him.

He opened the lid and gave her a wry smile. "Of course I trust you. I'll drink it."

Elsa let out a relieved sigh, glad he was going to take the remedy. "Okay."

Jack took a sip, his eyes widening in surprise. "I'm stunned. This actually tastes good."

Elsa smirked, amused by his reaction. "It's not Astrid's recipe. It's a Hofferson family recipe, passed down through the generations. Uncle Finn taught her, so it's foolproof." She couldn't help but chuckle, knowing that even Jack had heard of Astrid's questionable cooking abilities. Hiccup must've warned him.

Jack finished the drink, tossing the empty cup into the bin with impressive accuracy. "Remind me to trust you with my life, not that I already don't, but damn…you were right. That was delicious."

Elsa flushed at the compliment but quickly shrugged it off. "Of course you should trust me. I'm your wife." She mentally facepalmed herself. Where did that come from?

Jack raised an eyebrow, his voice laced with mischief. "Oh, so you do agree now?"

Realizing she had been caught, Elsa puffed out her cheeks. "Well, we are married, aren't we?"

Jack grinned, his tone light but still carrying that underlying relief. "I'm glad you know that, Your Majesty."

Elsa suddenly found herself questioning why she felt so fond of the idea of being married to Jack, someone she had once loathed. She quickly masked her feelings. "I'm just practicing so we can be convincing when we're around my family," she fibbed.

Jack, completely unaware that she was lying, smiled sadly and replied, "Yeah, yeah, same here. I'm practicing too." If Astrid were here, Elsa could almost hear her eye roll from miles away.

Elsa knew she was caught in her own little lie, but she carried on with the conversation, trying to steer it back on course. "So, we'll be there in two hours. I think I should let you know about my family before breakfast comes. Did you order breakfast?"

Jack nodded with a smile, as if it were no big deal. "A few minutes ago, through the screen. I ordered all your favorites, the ones you told me about two days ago."

Elsa's heart fluttered. He remembered "You're really going all out for this, huh?"

"I'm just making sure you're comfortable, Elsa," he said, his voice softer now. "We've got this."

Elsa's heart skipped a beat. So, he really did remember. But before she could dwell on the thought, she quickly forced her mind to focus. "Alright, I'll tell you about my family, but it's a bit complicated. Honestly, even I've forgotten most of them. But I'll try to explain it as best as I can, so bear with me." She glanced apologetically at him. "Sorry for dumping this on you at the last minute."

Jack gave her a warm, genuine smile, shaking his head. "No worries. I'll try my best."

"Okay, give me a second." Elsa pulled out her notebook and pen from her backpack and began sketching a family tree. "So, on my mom's side, I have my grandparents, Nana Sofia Owen and Papa William Owen who passed away. My mom has one sibling, Aunt Elizabeth Liam, who's married to Uncle James Liam. They have one son, my cousin George Liam." She paused, catching her breath after speaking quickly, "And that's my mom's side."

Jack's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "I think I get it. So, you don't get along with them?"

"Nope," she replied, her tone blunt, and the 'p' of 'nope' echoed loudly. "Only Nana"

Jack sighed sympathetically. "I'm sorry. Take your time. You don't have to share any of this if it's too much."

Elsa nodded, appreciating his understanding. "Thank you. But I want to," she said softly before continuing. "On my dad's side, my Grampa Jacob Arandelle, and my Nona Elle Arandelle. My dad has a younger brother, Uncle Mark Arandelle, and his wife, Aunt Carmen Arandelle. They have three kids, Olivia, Smith, and Belle." She let out a shaky breath. "My dad's youngest brother, Uncle Noah Arandelle, and his wife, Aunt Poppy Arandelle, have three sons, twins Anthony and Allan, and Jacob." She gave him a forced smile, the dark look in her eyes betraying her words. "All my family are utter assholes, except for my sister and my Nana."

Jack was left speechless, his heart aching for her. "I…I don't even have the words. I'm so sorry, Elsa. As someone who comes from a very loving family, I can't imagine what that's like."

Elsa wiped away a tear that unknowingly had slipped down her cheek. "It's not your fault." Her voice trembled, but she gave him a small, appreciative smile.

Jack hesitated for a moment, but then gently took her hand. "Elsa, you're my wife now. Maybe to you it's fake, but it's as real as it can be to me. Until we get back, I promise to give you all the love and respect you deserve. I will protect you, stand by you, and care for you as long as I live. Wife or not, that's a vow."

Elsa couldn't find the right words to respond. She felt the weight of his promise, but her heart was too full to speak. Instead, she simply whispered, "Thank you," before leaning in and planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

He smiled, a quiet but determined expression on his face. "You're my wife."

She felt a wave of discomfort wash over her from the closeness and affection, but she tried to brush it off with humor. "Wow, if we keep talking like this, our families will believe we're madly in love," she joked, assuming it was all part of the act.

Jack murmured softly, his voice barely audible, "Right."

Before Elsa could ask anything more, a knock came at the door. "Breakfast!" The air hostess appeared with a rolling cart, and she set it down in front of them with a smile.

Both Elsa and Jack said in unison as she left, "Thank you!"

Jack's smile was genuine as he continued to eat, his attention now fully on Elsa. The air between them had shifted in a positive direction, and the discomfort that had once lingered seemed to fade, replaced by a warmth that both of them could feel.

Elsa, still idly tracing the edge of her plate, glanced at the ring on her finger again. The weight of it was light, almost natural, like it had been a part of her for much longer than just a few days. She couldn't help but feel a sense of connection to it, though she couldn't quite explain why.

Jack's voice broke the momentary silence. "Are you okay? You haven't touched your food."

Elsa snapped out of her thoughts and gave him a soft smile. "Yeah, I am. Just…thinking."

He nodded, slicing his pancake with precision. "If you don't mind me asking, why is it that your family doesn't like you? I know bits and pieces, but not much in detail…Only if you want to share."

Elsa hesitated for a moment, but the sincerity in his voice made her feel safe enough to open up. "I'm honestly not sure myself. It's just always been that way, I guess. They used to tease me for my hair, which I know sounds dumb, but I was affected by it. I was too skinny, and they bullied me for that too. So I got an eating disorder. Then I had depression, and they called me cold-hearted for spending time alone. Once I started working, they just called me a workaholic." She paused, her gaze drifting to her breakfast. "I think…No I'm sure. I was an unwanted child, and they hated me for ruining their careers. No affection, no love…So, I got weird when people started showing me kindness. I know it's nothing compared to what others go through, but for me, it was a lot."

The words hung in the air, heavy with sadness, and Jack could feel the weight of her pain. He didn't know what to say, but after a moment of thought, he softly spoke. "I'm sorry, Elsa. You know, my mom always says that 'somewhere in this world, someone has it worse than you, but that doesn't mean your pain isn't hurtful enough.' It helped me feel understood, and I hope that it helps you too."

Elsa's eyes softened, her lips curving into a gentle smile. "That's perfect, Jack. And I'd love to meet your mother one day. She sounds amazing." She nudged him playfully.

Jack's heart warmed at her words. "I think she'd love to meet you too." His expression grew more serious, and he took her hand in his. "You're very strong for making it this far. I'm really proud of you, Elsa."

Hearing those words meant more to her than she could express. She felt a tightness in her chest, and the sincerity in his voice made her heart swell. "Thanks, Jackson."

Jack grinned, poking her gently in the ribs. "So you'll call me Jackson when you're not mad at me too, huh?"

Elsa's smile widened, and she replied with a teasing gleam in her eyes. "Whenever I feel any kind of profound emotion towards you, I'll say that, husband."

The comment made Jack blush a deep red. "Okay, then," he said, still trying to recover from the sudden surge of warmth in his cheeks. "Let's make up the story of how we met."

Elsa chuckled. "Let's keep it as real as possible," she teased.

Jack nodded, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, we could start with 'I rescued you from a dangerous situation,' you were getting attacked by a dragon." He said with a grin. "How about we go with that?"

Elsa rolled her eyes playfully but couldn't suppress her smile. "Be serious, Jackson."

As Jack leaned back in his seat, finishing the last bite of his meal, he began weaving their story. "Okay, so we met at The Haddock's house. My coworker, and best friend, set me up with his girlfriend's best friend, you. The moment I saw you, I fell head over heels in love. We dated for six months, and then got married."

She sipped her strawberry milkshake, nodding without missing a beat. "Great. We'll stick with that."

Jack frowned, leaning forward slightly. "Just like that?" He tilted his head, studying her. "You don't think it sounds…I don't know, too perfect?"

Elsa raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in her eyes. "It's simple and easy to remember because it's close enough to the truth. Why complicate it?"

"Right." Jack shrugged, but deep down, the idea of the fabricated love story being so close to his own feelings left him uneasy. Does love really happen this fast? Because for him, it already had.

With the cabin spotless once more, Elsa stretched and let out a soft yawn, the last remnants of sleep leaving her body. She glanced at the clock on the screen ahead. "The plane should be landing in about 5 minutes. Are you ready?"

Jack, despite his confident front, felt the familiar stir of nerves in his chest. He hid them well, stuffing the unease into his proverbial 'anxiety box.' With a reassuring smile, he replied, "We've got this. Don't worry, you aren't alone."

Her response came quietly, but the sincerity in her voice cut through the soft hum of the plane. "Because you'll be with me."

Jack's chest tightened at her words. He leaned in slightly and whispered, "Always." The word carried the weight of his heart.

As the announcement crackled overhead about the plane's landing, Elsa's grip on the armrest tightened like a lifeline. Her breathing quickened, and she looked at Jack, her eyes wide with unease. "Can I…Can I…please hold your hand?" she blurted. "I get nervous when the plane lands."

Jack blinked, his arms twitching with the urge to hug her, but he kept it together. "Of course."

Before he could offer his hand, she snatched it from his lap with surprising speed and crushed it in her grip. He winced. "Not to alarm you, but I think I just lost circulation to my fingers."

"Good," she muttered, eyes squeezed shut. "If I'm panicking, you're panicking too."

"Well," he said, moving his legs, "at least I'll have my legs to comfort me after I lose my hand."

Elsa let out a strangled laugh but pressed their joined hands harder against her chest. "Jack, I'm serious."

"So am I," he deadpanned. "If you keep this up, we're going to have to start a petition for left-handed scissors."

"Jack," she groaned, but her voice wavered between anxiety and amusement.

He leaned in closer, lowering his voice like he was sharing a secret. "You know, statistically, this is the safest part of flying."

Elsa cracked one eye open to glare at him. "You made that up."

"Did not," he said, feigning insult. "I read it somewhere. Probably an add on an illegal website. I wanted to watch jumanji."

She couldn't help but let out another small giggle despite the pounding in her chest. "That's not comforting."

"Okay, okay," he said, waving his free hand as if presenting a grand solution. "Here's an idea. Imagine we're not in a plane. We're…I don't know, on a very bumpy horse carriage. With wings."

Her brows furrowed as her grip on his hand tightened. "Why would a horse carriage have wings?"

"Why not?" Jack said without missing a beat. "It's a royal carriage, obviously. You're the Queen, after all."

"And you're the commoner who married into royalty," she shot back, her voice quivering with both fear and humor.

"Exactly," he said, grinning. "I'm just here for the perks. Like getting crushed to death by my wife during a plane landing."

Despite her panic, Elsa burst into laughter that almost sounded like a sob. "I hate you."

"No, you don't," Jack teased, gently patting her arm. "You married me for my charming sense of humor."

The wheels finally touched the ground with a jolt, and Elsa let out a loud, shaky breath, still clutching Jack's hand. "We're not dead."

"Not even a little," Jack said. "Though, if you don't let go of my hand soon, I might lose it."

Elsa looked down, realizing she was still squeezing his hand like a vice. She loosened her grip sheepishly. "Sorry."

"Don't be," Jack said, shaking out his hand dramatically. "At least now I know what it's like to be crushed by a Queen."

All these little things were bringing them closer minute by minute.

And they didn't know what to do about it.

He, Jackson Overland, had one goal now to make his wife, Elsa Overland, fall in love with him.

Little did he know she had took the first step on the road of love.

Elsa's Mom's side

Grandmother: Nana Sofia Owen

Grandfather: Papa William Owen

Aunt and her husband: Elizabeth Liam & James Liam

Elizabeth's kid: George Liam (28)

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Elsa's Dad's side

Grandmother: Nona Ella Arandelle

Grandfather: Grampa Jacob Arandelle

First Uncle and his wife: Mark Arandelle & Carmen Arandelle.

Mark's kids: Olivia Arandelle (26), Smith Arandelle (25) and Belle Arandelle (24)

Second Uncle and his wife: Noah Arandelle & Poppy Arandelle

Noah's kids: Anthony Arandelle (22), Allan Arandelle (22) and Jacob Arandelle (18)

I know it's very complicated, but it'll be easy to follow later.