Desired Destiny (Frozen II/Jelsa)

7| Unlikely Prince

King Nicholas is boiling. "You are in so much trouble, young man."

"Dad, I swear I put up a pretty good disguise—"

"This is not about blowing up your cover. This is about giving your best, first impression." King Nicholas stops from his tracks and sharply stares down at his youngest son. "I hope you are aware now we are 25 minutes late for your engagement ball."

Jack fights back the urge to roll his eyes and keeps his head low in defeat. The big man raging is the last thing he would like to deal with. The speed of their steps begins to slow at the sight of Arendelle's royal guards patrolling the gates and welcoming the guests.

"Your Majesty," A hoarse voice calls upon the ruler of the Northern Isles. The king returns the greeting with a relieved smile as he walks closer to the loyal council.

"Ah, Greg! I have never been so pleased to see you." The count slightly bows and shares a smile. He turns to the young prince and smiles proudly at him.

"Prince Jack, how are you feeling about your engagement party?" Count Gregory politely asks, but he can't control the playful grin pulling the corner of his lips.

"Splendid." Jack scoffs.

Count Gregory laughs and nods at Jack's discomfort. "I'm sure you'll be even more delightful as soon as you see your future wife."

"Yeah, sure." Jack shrugs and keeps his eyes on the busy kingdom. He finally erupts a smile at the familiar sight landed in front of him. The decorations are even prettier from the last time. They already put the fruits in bowls and cookies in jars on the table. Jack notices one particular tray with a bunch of colorful cupcakes. He smiles and reminds himself to thank the kids later for their astonishing work. They also add more flowers surrounding the table. Jack admires how many flower species Arendelle has.

"Jackson, come." King Nicholas calls upon his son while gesturing to the giant door behind him. Jack reluctantly trails behind his father.

"How is your stay at the Borgbro Inn, Your Majesty?" Count Gregory asks as they march towards the entrance of the castle.

"Ah, it is fantastic!" King Nicholas laughs and rubs his big stomach. "We had good cuisine and the workers were all friendly."

"I'm glad to hear that. Queen Elsa wants me to make sure you and His Highness are having no trouble with the accommodation."

"Not at all! We had the best day."

"I'd also like to inform you your belongings will be escorted to the guest chamber soon, along with a private butler to serve you over your stay." Count Gregory adds as they arrive in front of the giant double door.

King Nicholas nods and both step inside the palace. "That is very kind of her."

"His Majesty, King Nicholas of the Northern Isles!"

"Lord Gregory of the Northern Isles!"

As soon as the herald announced their arrivals, King Nicholas and Count Gregory turn around and find Prince Jackson of the Northern Isles nowhere to be found.

"That one hell of a son—"

"King Nicholas, I think it's best to save the outrage for later." Count Gregory nervously whispers to his king and guides him to the ballroom where the event is held. "We cannot keep the queen wait any longer."

King Nicholas pinches the bridge of his nose as he tries not to explode and shove every single food present down his belly out of temper. "Alright. I can do this. Remind me to give my son a piece of my mind after this?"