Desired Destiny (Frozen II/Jelsa)

12| First Breakfast

"Jack, wake up." The young prince slowly shifts from his position as he struggles to open his eyes. Blinking several times to adjust himself with the sunlight that's piercing through the windows, he stretches himself awake as he spots an angel kneeling down in front of him.

Except for the fact that she is not an angel.

She is his future wife.

She just happens to look like one.

"Hi." Elsa weakly chuckles at him, silently thanking the God that Jack has enough sleep judging from how relaxed he was and how he smiled in his sleep which Elsa finds truly adorable.

Jack lazily rubs his eyes as he flashes her a smile. "Hey..." He yawns and slowly lifts his back from the ground. He makes sure to take a quick glance at Elsa's outfit, checking if it's already proper enough for him to see, before completely opening his eyes. "Morning." He greets and widens his smile. Her hair is tied in a lovely bun as her white dress shimmers under the morning sun.

She definitely looks like an angel.

"Good morning." Elsa copies the gesture and takes the blanket from him. "The servants are preparing for breakfast. I'll wait for you downstairs?"

"Yeah, just let me take a shower and get rid of my stinky odor." Jack yawns once again and ruffles his hair, taking a few more seconds to fully regain his consciousness.

Elsa giggles before standing up and neatly folding the blanket. She places the blanket on the small table near the door for the maids to fetch later. Jack stands up as well and picks up the pillows from the carpeted floor. He gently places them on the bed, not wanting to ruin the bed that's already straightened by Elsa. "See you later, then." Elsa sheepishly smiles at him and places her hand on the door handle.

"See you." He gives her his casual smirk and watches how the lovely maiden fades from his sight.

Jack sighs happily as his mind processes the things that occurred yesterday evening. He starts to list all the incredible things which he thought would only be a fantasy.

The Queen of Arendelle is tremendously gorgeous.

Elsa is unbelievably kind, passionate, beautiful inside and out.

Elsa has effing ice powers.

There is a living snowman.

Elsa's family accepts him.

He is getting married.

"Damn." Jack laughs breathlessly and scratches the back of his neck. Never in a million years did he imagine something as crazy as this would happen to him. He would've always thought he would grow old in his castle, rot inside that palace—perhaps spending his time practising his field skill with the guardsmen, messing with Bunny's papers once that prick is king, spending some time with Sandy, and having fun with Emma—and just simply live the rest of his life doing all the regular basis as Prince Jackson of the Northern Isles.

Now, here he stands as the future King Consort of Arendelle. He has Elsa as his wife, Elsa's family as his family, and Elsa's home as his home. He's getting married for fuck's sake. He had never ever thought—let alone cared—about romance just a tiny bit. Heck, he used to have this strange rancor for women—female royalties to be specific. Now, he's marrying one. No, wait, not just one.

Elsa is everything a man could have ever dreamed of. She is—perfect. Her looks, her personalities, her beautiful mind, her care for her people, her love for her family, her respect for everyone, her breathtaking ability—she is a blessing to his life.