Desired Destiny (Frozen II/Jelsa)

6| Trouble

Jack stares outside in a relaxing silence. He finally has some time to himself after hours of boring talks with some of the council. Count Eirik, the Count of Arendelle, came over a few hours ago to talk about the engagement. Jack refuses to pay attention—the only thing he kept a note about was how they were still uninformed to his wintery abilities. Instead, he busies himself checking out the unique flower-like patterns in almost every speck of the kingdom—which he has learned to be a rosemaling.

The prince continues to admire the busy evening of Arendelle through the thin curtain of the Borgbro Inn, the fancy inn the Northern Isles' royalties currently staying at. The council had prepared the best inn with the most-qualified services and facilities for the Northern Isles' royal family. It is also located right in front of the castle—only separated by a bridge made of stones which leads to the main gates. The ideal spot enables the young prince to have a perfect sight of the preparations at the castle's courtyard through the opened-wide gates. His eyes land on men lifting and positioning tables and chairs, women serving numerous kinds of traditional foods, and kids running around while helping the adults to place the flowers and balloons. Jack is somewhat curious about the lack of candles around the outdoor decorations. Then, his heart interrupts his mind with an interesting idea.

Well, why don't you find out yourself?

Jack grabs his cloak, lifts its hood to cover his signature white hair, and readies his staff. "Wind, mind giving me a ride?" Twitching his pale lips into a smirk and feeling the wind answering to his call, he sneakily flies out of the room. He finds a spot behind a tree to take off as he puts up his old man cover. He sits on the tree for a while and rests his staff on his shoulder. The staff is his power-unleashing tool, but it is also beneficial for his disguise whenever he wants to take a good stroll around the kingdom without having four to six bodyguards circling his walk.

He admires the decorations put by the citizens. He throws a quick glance at the ice cream cake and figures he can have a taste. He absentmindedly pulls down his hood to prevent it from getting dirty. He wouldn't want his noisy maid making a huge deal out of his contaminated cloak—

"Eek! An old man!" He jerks his hand away from the tempting cake and glances at a young boy covered in colourful cookie dough all over his cheeks to his chin. The boy laughs and verges upon the poor prince in disguise. He quickly puts back his hood, escaping a little scowl for his dumb unconsciousness. His nervousness gets the best at him as the boy—not higher than his knees—tugs his royal trousers.

He prays to the God above this boy won't notice the crest of the Northern Isles sewed on the pocket.

"H—hey, young man." Jack mentally slaps himself at his failed attempt copying the old baker back in his kingdom.

"A stuttering old man!" His laughter echoes bigger but—thankfully—not enough to avert the adults' focus from finalizing the decorations. "I love it!" He scoots closer to Jack, causing the prince to lowers his hood. "I saw you tried to take that cake, sir." The boy toothy grins and wipes off the cream on his face using his sleeves. "Sadly, you can't take that one! Not yet! But, my friends and I are making cupcakes! You can eat them now!" The boy humbly bows and directs the prince to follow him. Jack cannot fight his smirk and lets the boy drag him to the other side of the backyard.

Unlike the sight he was seeing, the kid special area—which is located behind the Arendelle Chapel—is massively chaotic. Children running here and there covered in eggs, flours, and other cake ingredients, though some are sitting carelessly with their books. Jack smiles widely at the amount of happiness all around him. He always has a thing for kids. He admires their free spirits. They aren't tied up with responsibilities. They don't have to worry about a thing. They can do whatever they want to do. Jack can only wish the younglings to stay that way.