Today had been an unrelenting nightmare.

With a loud thump, Elsa slumped onto the barstool, her forehead meeting the cool, polished surface of the counter. Her once-pristine blouse hung untucked and wrinkled, mascara streaked like faint shadows beneath her reddened eyes. Her purse slid limply from her shoulder, landing in a tangled heap beside her.

"Kill me," she groaned, voice muffled by the marble. "Please, just kill me now."

Astrid, perched behind the bar with an unhurried grace, handed a frothy beer to the rugged patron seated down the way. The blonde regarded Elsa with a slow tilt of her head, lips pursed as if appraising some strange artifact that had suddenly appeared. She brushed her hands on her apron and leaned against the counter, arms crossed.

"Well, hello to you too," she said, her tone laced with curiosity. "And what exactly happened to get you to this state?"

Elsa remained motionless, save for a pitiful sigh. "I need the strongest thing you've got. Something that'll put me into a coma for, say…three to five years."

Astrid arched one perfectly sculpted brow, lips twitching with poorly disguised amusement. "Not happening. Not until you tell me what catastrophe has you groveling in my bar like this."

There was a beat of silence before Elsa shifted her head slightly, one blue eye peeking up from beneath a disheveled curtain of platinum hair. She tried for an exaggerated pout, wide-eyed and pleading. "Is this working?"

The laugh that erupted from Astrid was loud and cutting, earning a few curious glances from nearby customers. She leaned further onto the counter, grinning ear to ear. "Not even a little." Lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, she added, "Come on. Spill. The last time you came in here like this was after that board meeting from hell...wait." Her grin suddenly dropped. "Did your family call again?"

Elsa groaned, turning to thump her head rhythmically against the counter. "I told them I'm married," she finally admitted, the words almost swallowed by the cold marble.

The admission rendered Astrid silent for several long seconds. For once, the bartender's tongue failed her. Slowly, she straightened, eyes narrowing. "What?!"

At her tone, heads turned. A couple at the other end of the bar froze mid-conversation, ears craning toward the scene. Astrid, realizing the spectacle she was causing, dragged herself back down to an incredulous whisper. "You told them you're married? You've never even dated in well...forever. Have you lost your mind?"

"I know!" Elsa sat up suddenly, running a hand through her tangled hair. "It just came out before I could stop myself! They were talking about Anna's wedding, and-"

Astrid held up a hand, signaling for quiet as a glimmer of understanding lit her eyes. "Wait. Let me guess. You've been dodging visits for years because you're oh-so-busy with your amazing, perfect spouse, and now it's catching up with you?"

Elsa winced. There was no denying it.

Astrid smacked her hard on the arm, earning a loud, indignant yelp. "You absolute muttonhead. What is wrong with you?"

"I wasn't thinking!" Elsa cried, rubbing the stinging spot. "And that's why I need your help."

Astrid's expression was unrelenting as her arms crossed again, awaiting elaboration. "Help with what exactly?"

There was a long pause before Elsa muttered, barely audible, "I need a…fake husband."

If Astrid had been sipping a drink, it would have gone flying. "You've got to be kidding." She barked out another laugh, shaking her head incredulously. "What am I, a matchmaking service for hopeless disasters? A Fake husband dealer?"

"Please, Astrid." Her voice softened, almost breaking. "I can't tell them the truth. It's too late for that now."

Astrid tilted her head, a question unspoken.

"They'd gloat," Elsa continued, misery spilling from her every word. "They'd pity me and say 'I told you so.' I won't give them that satisfaction."

The fiery humor drained from Astrid's face, leaving something more tender behind. "You don't need to prove anything to them," she said softly. "You've built a whole life without their approval. You're enough, Elsa. You've always been enough."

The conviction in Astrid's voice almost made her crumble, but Elsa held her ground, lips trembling slightly. "It's not about their approval," she whispered, shaking her head. "It's about proving to myself that they're wrong. That I'm not cold or unlovable. That I can…that I am capable of being loved."

Astrid let out a low whistle, stepping back slightly as though assessing the weight of her next words. Finally, with a decisive roll of her eyes, she tossed her towel onto the counter. "Fine. Let's go."

Elsa blinked, momentarily stunned by the abrupt shift. "What do you mean 'let's go'? You can't just leave. Won't someone notice?"

"Heather's on her way. Besides," Astrid said with a careless shrug, plucking her keys from under the counter, "you need me. Where are we headed?" She fixed Elsa with a warning look. "If you say Tuffnut's place, I'm vetoing this immediately."

Elsa considered, gnawing on her lip. "The Haddocks' house. I could really use a…parental perspective."

The name was met with approval and an arched brow. "Now that I can get behind."

The evening air wrapped around them, cool and crisp, as they stepped out into the quiet parking lot. Astrid strode ahead, her sharp boots clicking against the pavement, her no-nonsense energy as much a presence as the dim glow of the overhead streetlights. She glanced back over her shoulder, keys dangling from her fingers.

"I'll meet you there. You're good to drive, right?"

Elsa paused mid-step, the subtle knot of tension in her chest easing. It was a small thing, Astrid's casual check-in, but in its simplicity, it warmed Elsa like a hand over her heart. People like Astrid, people who actually cared, those were rare. After so many years of navigating life on her own, being cared for still took her by surprise.

"I'm fine," she reassured with a faint smile. "I'll see you there."

As Elsa opened the driver's side door to her own car, Astrid turned, already halfway across the lot. "And don't drive recklessly!" she called out, her voice ringing with mock severity. Elsa glanced up just in time to catch the air punch Astrid threw with exaggerated flair.

Despite herself, Elsa laughed. The irony of Astrid lecturing anyone on reckless driving wasn't lost on her, Astrid, whose reputation for aggressive lane-switching had inspired both awe and fear among the residents of Berk.

Sliding into her car and adjusting the seatbelt, Elsa let the quiet hum of the engine lull her into thought. The Haddock house wasn't far, but tonight the drive stretched in her mind, her thoughts spiraling deeper with every passing mile.

How did I even end up here? she wondered bitterly, her fingers clenching the steering wheel.

The story was simple enough, but the emotional weight of it was crushing. For eighteen long years, she'd been the outcast, the misfit, the square peg her family had constantly tried to hammer into a round hole. Her striking platinum hair wasn't an inherited quirk; it was something unexplainable, a glaring deviation that only made her feel more alien. Pair that with a personality that refused to shrink into polite compliance, and Elsa became an easy target.

The taunts, the jabs, the dismissive whispers, they were bad enough. But her parents' cold indifference had been worse. As a child, she'd weathered the endless storm of her family's apathy, hiding the bruises no one could see.

By the time adulthood came, Elsa's armor was firmly in place. She left their icy embrace without a backward glance, pouring her energy into her studies, her career, anything that kept her too busy to feel. Her newfound independence earned her a fresh set of labels: Workaholic. Ice Queen. Bitch.

People muttered those words behind her back, but Elsa had learned to wear them like a badge of honor. Better to be seen as untouchable than to let anyone find the cracks beneath.

It wasn't until Berk, a tiny Scottish town nestled between rugged hills and the open sea, that Elsa had finally shed some of that armor. She'd moved there almost seven years ago, desperate for a fresh start and a place to breathe. Berk, with its quirky inhabitants and their stubborn loyalty, became her sanctuary.

Here, she found people who saw her, truly saw her, and didn't turn away. Astrid, with her unrelenting strength and sharp tongue, became the best friend Elsa had never known she needed. The Haddocks, with their boundless warmth, took her in without question, loving her like one of their own.

This little town had offered her everything her own family never could. Love. Belonging. A home.

So three years ago, Elsa made the easiest and most painful decision of her life, to sever ties with her biological family once and for all. It wasn't an act of defiance but of survival. Their absence in her life was a liberation, not a loss.

Until today.

Today, her phone had rung.

And against her better judgment, she'd answered.

The sound of her mother's voice, prim, clipped, and lacking any warmth, had pulled Elsa back to that lonely, suffocating place. The invitation had come quickly, like a perfunctory obligation, Anna's wedding. She had smiled as she delivered it, Elsa could tell, but there was no softness in the smile Elsa had grown up hearing.

Before she'd even processed the wave of bitterness threatening to drown her, she'd opened her mouth and told the most reckless lie of her life: "Oh, you'll meet my husband there."

The silence on the other end should have given her pause, but instead, her mother's faint hum of satisfaction had only deepened Elsa's regret. Worse still, they believed her. Just like that, Elsa, a woman who hadn't dated ever, was suddenly married.

She sighed now, her hands gripping the wheel tighter as the Haddock house came into view, its windows glowing warmly in the approaching twilight. "Never lie," she muttered, pulling into the driveway. "But do I ever learn?"

Cutting the engine, Elsa leaned forward, resting her forehead against the steering wheel with a low groan. A few deep breaths steadied her, though they did little to quiet the storm raging in her head. Straightening, she adjusted her coat, pulling it closer like a layer of dignity, and stepped out of the car.

Astrid arrived in the same moment, her footsteps light despite the biting cold. She flashed Elsa a supportive smile as they walked together toward the porch.

The door swung open before they even had the chance to knock.

"Hello, dearies!" Valka's voice was as warm and inviting as the light spilling from the doorway.

Before either of them could speak, she wrapped them in a fierce embrace, her silver hair tickling Elsa's cheek. For a woman of her stature, Valka's hugs always managed to squeeze the breath right out of her recipients, but Elsa welcomed it.

Stoick appeared moments later, his larger-than-life laugh echoing through the entryway. "The troublemakers are here!" he roared, his massive arms engulfing them in a bear hug that carried just as much warmth as his wife's, if not more.

"Come in, come in!" Stoick ushered them inside with a wave of his broad hand. "Dinner's nearly ready."

The words made Elsa and Astrid flinch instinctively, which Stoick caught immediately. Leaning in, he murmured with a smirk, "Don't worry, the cooks made it. I made sure Valka stayed far away this time."

Both women burst into laughter, unable to contain themselves. The entire town was well aware of Valka's catastrophic cooking skills, but no one dared say a word. Much like no one challenged Astrid on anything.

Still chuckling, they followed Stoick into the house and soon found themselves settling at the cozy dining table.

"So, what's on the menu?" Elsa asked, glancing at the kitchen as Valka and Stoick assisted the staff in setting out plates and cutlery.

"Your favorites, of course!" Valka exclaimed proudly, carefully positioning each plate like a masterpiece. "I had a feeling you'd be stopping by tonight."

Elsa and Astrid instinctively started to stand, offering to help, but Stoick waved them off with an exaggerated look of mock severity. "Sit down before I make you eat Valka's cooking."

His hushed warning sent them scrambling back into their chairs, giggling. Stoick turned back to Valka, who remained blissfully oblivious, and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Love you," he whispered, earning a soft smile from her as she lightly swatted him away to focus on her task.

Finally, with everyone seated, Valka settled at the head of the table, her eyes twinkling with warmth. "Well then," she said, resting her hands neatly on the table, "let's begin, shall we?"

After dinner, the group migrated to the cozy living room, where Valka and Stoick claimed one of the couches, cuddled close as if they were newlyweds. Elsa lounged comfortably on the opposite couch, stretching her legs across Astrid's lap. The room was bathed in the warm glow of lamplight, and the air felt thick with the kind of peace only found in homes filled with love.

"So," Valka began as she sipped from her coffee, "any juicy stories to share tonight?" Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she glanced between the two younger women.

Elsa sighed, but her lips twitched with a trace of a smile. It was far easier to be honest with these people, her chosen family, than anyone else. "Not juicy, but...complicated," she admitted.

Valka's gaze sharpened, though a playful edge lingered in her voice. "Who needs a good throttling?" she asked, feigning seriousness as she lifted her hands as though ready to strike. Stoick leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms with mock intensity.

Astrid laughed. "No one yet, but we could really use some advice."

Intrigued, Valka set her coffee aside, and Stoick leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Alright, kiddos," he said, his deep voice a mix of amusement and concern. "Lay it on us."

With a reluctant breath, Elsa launched into the story, detailing her ill-timed lie and the mess that had followed. Astrid chimed in occasionally to elaborate or offer her two cents. By the time they finished, Valka and Stoick were staring wide-eyed, struggling to process the chaos.

"A lie about being married?" Valka finally repeated, her tone a mix of disbelief and reluctant amusement.

"In my defense," Elsa replied quickly, holding up her hands, "I panicked."

Astrid groaned. "Yeah, and now we're in damage control mode. Help, please."

Stoick scratched his beard thoughtfully, the gesture always signaling he was in problem-solving mode. "Kiddo," he began, glancing at Elsa, "the only guys I can think of are…Snotlout and Fishlegs. And, well, we know Tuffnut is out of the question."

Astrid nearly choked on her drink. "Thor, no way! You think she'd stoop so low?"

Valka chuckled, shaking her head. "Stoick, the girl needs someone capable and handsome. Not one of those blockheads."

Astrid, seemingly inspired, suddenly sat upright and blurted, "What about Hiccup?" The room went utterly still.

Both Stoick and Valka exchanged a significant look, each smirking as if they were reading the subtext no one else could see. The whole town knew of the unspoken tension between Astrid and Hiccup, a mix of mutual admiration and relentless denial.

"Oh, Thor, no," Elsa interjected, waving a hand dismissively. "You can keep him, Astrid. I'll take my chances with Fishlegs, even if I have to take Heather's punch."

Valka raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with that plan. "Nonsense. You're not settling for anyone. I'll find you someone proper myself."

Relieved, Elsa nodded, grateful for the intervention. But before any further plans could be discussed, the heavy front door creaked open, revealing none other than Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III.

His winter jacket was dusted with snow, and his unruly auburn hair stuck out in every direction, making him look like he had wandered straight out of a snowstorm. His sharp green eyes took in the scene, his expression shifting into curiosity as he stepped inside.

"What's this about finding a man?" he asked casually, though his tone carried a sharp edge.

Stoick grinned wickedly and clapped a hand on his son's shoulder. "Relax, son," he teased, elbowing him. "It's not for Astrid." The wink that followed was nothing short of scandalous.

Hiccup's face turned a vivid shade of red, and he quickly turned his gaze toward Astrid. "Uh…hi," he stammered. "You look…great. I mean, not that you don't always look great, but…you know. Uh. How are you?"

Before Astrid could formulate a response, a voice from outside interrupted the awkward tension.

"Hiccup, you ass!" a disgruntled voice shouted as a figure stormed through the door. "You locked me in the car again!"

The two men immediately launched into a playful scuffle, arms flailing in a chaotic and familiar tangle. Their antics might have seemed like a full-on brawl to the untrained eye, but to the others in the room, it was just another day with them.

"Alright, you two, cut it out!" Stoick's booming voice reverberated as he stepped inside, his massive hands effortlessly pulling them apart. Embarrassed but grinning, the pair trailed after him into the house.

Valka wasted no time pulling Hiccup into a bone-crushing hug, planting kisses on his cheek in quick succession. "Hiccup, you said you wouldn't be back until next month! What's going on? Are you okay?"

Hiccup chuckled, wrapping his arms around his mother in return. "I finished my project early. Wanted to be here for Snoggletog."

Valka's face lit up, pride and joy evident in her eyes. She pulled back slightly, her hands still on his shoulders. "And who's this handsome lad here?"

Hiccup grinned, slinging an arm around his best friend's shoulder. "This is my best bud," he said simply, his voice brimming with warmth.

Valka and Stoick exchanged quick glances, both assessing the unexpected guest. He was striking: piercing blue eyes, white hair like freshly fallen snow, and an air of calm that contrasted with his striking features. Something about him seemed familiar, almost comforting.

Valka's grin turned playful. "And what's your name, young man?"

"Jackson Overland," he said, extending his hand with a polite smile.

Before the handshake could happen, Valka pulled him into a tight hug, catching him off guard. "We only do hugs in this family," she teased.

Jackson chuckled, breathless but amused. "Good to know, goodness Hiccup wasn't kidding about these strangles," he managed as she finally released him.

Stoick patted Jackson on the back with enough force to make him stumble forward. "And these are Haddock hugs! Better get used to 'em."

The room filled with laughter as everyone made their way into the living area. Valka and Stoick settled onto one sofa, while the three friends claimed the other, lounging as comfortably as ever. Astrid sprawled with her head in Hiccup's lap, her legs draped casually across Elsa. Jackson, slightly out of place but still smiling, took a seat on a smaller sofa opposite them.

"Are you sure you're not hungry?" Valka asked, glancing between the two visitors.

Jackson shook his head politely. "We ate at Snotlout's Mrs. Haddock." He replied, clearing his throat as if choosing his words carefully.

Both Stoick and Valka burst out laughing. "Please, dear," Valka said warmly, "just call us Stoick and Valka. You'll make us feel old otherwise."

Elsa found herself stealing glances at Jackson. His easy confidence and warm demeanor intrigued her. Finally, her curiosity got the better of her. "So, Jackson, what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a mechanical engineer," he said, sitting up a bit straighter. "Hiccy and I work together."

At the mention of the nickname, Hiccup groaned and accidentally choked on his hot chocolate, snorting as it sprayed from his nose, burning his nose.

He quickly grabbed a napkin to clean himself up, but not before Jackson smirked and leaned over. "Don't act like I didn't save your project last week, Hiccy." Hiccup shot him a glare, but the damage was done.

"Hiccy?" Stoick roared with laughter, slapping his knee. "Now that's a nickname!"

Astrid couldn't resist chiming in. "I love it. It's perfect!"

As the room burst into laughter again, Elsa caught Jackson's eye. His smile was wide but sheepish, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. Something about the way he looked at her, brief yet lingering, made her heart skip.

"You'll make a nickname for me too, I bet," Elsa teased, her tone light but her curiosity genuine.

"Not yet," he said smoothly, the corners of his mouth quirking up. "But I will for sure."

She smiled at that, her cheeks warming unexpectedly. "I doubt I'll top 'Hiccy.'"

Jackson chuckled, but then his voice softened as he turned his attention back to Elsa. "I didn't catch your name earlier."

"Elsa," she said, her voice quieter than intended.

For a moment, his gaze held hers, and the playful energy in the room seemed to fade. "Elsa," he repeated thoughtfully. "A noble. It suits you."

The compliment was simple but sincere, and Elsa's lips curved into a shy smile as she murmured a quiet, "Thank you."

The moment hung in the air, fragile and sweet, until Hiccup shattered it with his usual charm. "Jackass is what I call him," he announced, earning a laugh from Jackson.

Without hesitation, Astrid reached up and twisted Hiccup's ear. "Behave, Haddock!"

"Ow! Okay, okay, I'll stop!" Hiccup grumbled, though his sheepish grin showed he wasn't really upset.

The laughter in the room gradually faded, leaving behind an awkward yet comfortable silence. Elsa's gaze, drawn almost unconsciously, slipped back to Jackson, who, catching her eye, shot her a quick wink. The mischievous spark in his gaze made her cheeks flush, her smile soft yet undeniably warmer than before. Despite the boisterous energy of the Haddock household, an unspoken bond lingered quietly between them, subtle yet impossible to ignore.

Elsa found herself lost in the moment, unable to tear her gaze away from Jackson. His presence had this uncanny ability to throw her off balance, making her both flustered and calm at once. Softly, her voice found him. "I'll call you Jack, if you don't mind."

He met her words with a playful grin. "As you wish, Your Majesty." Then, in an exaggerated flourish, he leaned forward in an exaggerated bow, nearly causing Elsa to snort with laughter. The sound was warm and full of ease, as comforting as the crackling fire in the hearth.

From across the room, Astrid couldn't help herself. She chuckled lightly, raising an eyebrow. "Your Majesty? Where's that coming from?" Her tone was teasing, mischievous, a little smug, even, though clearly interested.

Straightening up, Jackson's voice softened, unexpectedly sincere. "It suits her," he said, his words hanging in the air. "Her name, her demeanor…she has this…regal air about her."

Elsa blinked, her heart skipping a beat. She hadn't anticipated such a sincere compliment, and its unexpected nature left her momentarily speechless. The words settled into her chest, warming her in a way she couldn't quite explain. Her cheeks flushed, and she looked down to hide the softness creeping into her expression. "Thank you…I think," she said quietly, a smile barely tugging at the corners of her lips.

The moment of silence was fleeting, and Jackson quickly shifted, his brow furrowing slightly with curiosity as he leaned back into the couch. His gaze softened, and with a genuine interest, he asked, "So, how long have you lived in Berk?"

Elsa's voice carried a quiet pride as she answered, "It'll be seven years in January."

The tone shifted again, and Jackson's next question came with a note of hesitation, as if treading carefully. "Do your parents live here?"

For a fleeting moment, Elsa felt the familiar sting of loss, and Valka's gaze sharpened, protective instincts flickering to life. But Elsa, to her own surprise, answered with ease. "I'm from Iceland, originally. My parents still live there…but we don't get along. Berk is my home now. The Haddocks are my family."

A quiet warmth spread through the room as Elsa's words sank in. Stoick and Valka exchanged a tender glance, their pride for Elsa clear in the affectionate smiles that crossed their faces.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Jackson said, his voice sincere.

Elsa shook her head, offering him a reassuring smile. "Don't be. I'm lucky to have found a place where I truly belong."

The room fell into a brief, thoughtful silence before the attention shifted to Jackson. Elsa, feeling the warmth of the moment, turned the question around. "What about you, Jack?" she asked, her voice gentle but curious.

Jackson's smile softened into something less playful and more vulnerable. "I'm from Norway," he began, his gaze now distant, as if the memory carried more weight than he wanted to show. "My biological father left when I was a baby. I live with my mum, dad, and sister now. They mean everything to me."

Elsa's heart gave an empathetic twist. "I'm sorry your father left…but it sounds like it led to something wonderful."

Jackson blinked, clearly surprised by her understanding. "You're right," he said, his voice quieter, a shift in his tone that carried something deeper than words could express. "We both got lucky, didn't we?"

Elsa looked around the room, at the people who had quietly become her family. "Definitely," she agreed, her voice warm, her smile genuine.

The conversation moved on, but Elsa's heart remained tethered to the honesty that had passed between them. With her focus now back on the present, she lifted her chin slightly in a small show of confidence as she spoke. "I'm the finance director at the Mayor's office," she said proudly. "I work with Uncle Stoick and Uncle Finn."

"Uncle Finn?" Jackson asked, his interest piqued.

Before Elsa could respond, Astrid leaned in with a sly smile. "My parents passed away when I was little. Uncle Finn took me in and raised me like his own. He's also Stoick's best friend." The words were casual, but the love between Astrid and the Haddocks was clear in the ease with which they spoke of one another.

Jackson's admiration was clear in his expression as he looked at them, his voice low. "Wow. You guys really are one big family."

"Yeah, we are!" Hiccup grinned from his corner.

Elsa's curiosity was piqued as she leaned forward slightly, her attention fully on Jackson now. "So, what brings you to Berk? I don't remember hearing about you visiting before."

Jackson's grin returned, though there was a slight flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. "Hiccup invited me for the break," he explained, gesturing toward his friend. "Wanted me to meet everyone."

Astrid's ever-present teasing nature came to the fore as she glanced at Hiccup. "Big step. When's the wedding?"

Both Hiccup and Jackson froze, their eyes going wide in a comically synchronized moment of horror.

"Astrid!" Hiccup's shout echoed around the room as he grabbed a pillow from the couch and tossed it at her. She dodged it easily, her laughter light but mischievous.

"Choose your words wisely, Jackass!" Hiccup managed, his face flushed red. "I am not dating anyone," he clarified for good measure, sending an exaggerated glare at Astrid.

Astrid just raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Sure, sure. Why would I care?" Her smirk was all the proof everyone needed to know that she cared a little more than she let on.

Stoick leaned over toward Valka, a hushed comment slipping between them. "If he doesn't ask her out soon, I'm giving up on seeing grandkids."

Valka chuckled quietly, resting her hand on his arm. "He's your son, love. You took four years to ask me out."

Stoick groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Don't remind me," he muttered.

As the evening wore on, exhaustion began to settle in, drawing the energy from the room. Astrid, ever the pragmatic one, stood up first. "I have surgery tomorrow," she announced, stretching her arms. "I need to get some sleep." She pulled Hiccup into a quick, casual kiss before heading for the door, leaving him looking dazed but clearly content.

Elsa, noticing the night coming to a close, rose with a small sigh. She glanced at Jackson, offering a shy but genuine smile. "It was nice meeting you, Jack. Goodnight."

"Likewise," he replied softly, his eyes meeting hers with a warmth that lingered. He reached out, his fingers brushing gently against hers, before pressing a kiss to her knuckles with an ease that sent her heart skipping a beat. "Goodnight, Your Majesty."

As she left the room, Elsa's skin tingled where his lips had touched her, and for a moment, she was caught in the afterglow of that tender, lingering touch. Neither of them realized it yet, but something had shifted.

In that quiet moment, Jack was falling for her.

And so was she.

Characters:

Jackson Frost Overland 24 y/o

HomeCountry: Geiranger, Norway

Parents: Steven Smith, Eva Overland

Sister: Emma Aurora Overland-Smith 4 y/o

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Elsa Arandelle 24 y/o

HomeCountry: Akureyri, Iceland

Parents: Agnarr Arandelle, Iduna Arandelle

Sister: Anna Arandelle 18 y/o

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Hiccup Horrendous Haddock 24 y/o

HomeCountry: Berk, Scotland

Parents: Stoick Haddock, Valka Haddock

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Astrid Finn Hofferson 24 y/o

HomeCountry: Berk, Scotland

Parents: Adopted by Finn Hofferson

I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS, HTTYD, FROZEN AND ROTG.

ONLY THE STORY IS MINE!