A/N: Hey, if you're one of those people who skip the authors note, don't. This's short, I promise. Just wanted to let you guys know, that I moved the Guardians universe back a few years so that it takes place at the same time as Frozen. Ok, thats it. You can skip the second one at the end if you want. That one's a credit.

"I have to what!?" Jack exclaimed as he stared at North in disbelief.

About a month ago North had asked Jack to be King. You see, what most people don't realize is that Christmas was EXPENSIVE, especially with the development of economy and the greedy demands of children. North had been in a bit of a struggle getting the supplies for the toys for quite some time, but about 30 years ago, North had acquired a very good relationship with a very rich King of Sarono who apparently never stopped believing in Santa. Anyways, the deal was, this King and his massive piles of money helped fund North's super expensive operation of making toys for practically every child on the planet and in return, all nice children in Sarono get everything on their wish list, creating a happier kingdom. However, a month ago, he died. And sadly, he and his wife never had any children to inherit the throne. Even though Queen Rosslyn still lived, ruled, and knew of North's funding, she was having an absolutely terrible time keeping authority in her Kingdom since the entire council of Sarono was run solely by men.

So, here is North with threateningly low funds and a Queen with a kingdom on the verge of anarchy, add Jack to the mix and what do you get? A very bad plan by Santa Claus himself.

Ever since Jack Frost became a Guardian 2 years ago, people could see him, although, they didn't know exactly who he was, he was no longer an invisible ghost everyone passed through. Using this to his advantage, North proposed that Jack could pretend to be the long lost prince of Sarono. Queen Rosslyn would be in on it, of course, and could put on a big show for his return; add a little magic to convince the council and town and BAM! Instant cliché prince cover story. Just for show, North assured, Queen Rosslyn would handle all the responsibilities and politics that came with running a Kingdom so Jack could still be a Guardian, he would just have to give the occasional speech or host a ball or two.

Now, seeing Santa Claus pleading with the most unusual but effective puppy dog face and hearing about the situation in Sarono, Jack reluctantly agreed.

Of course, there was the issue of Jack being immortal but that was brushed off by North saying he'd figure out something later.

Well, to Jack's surprise, everything went smoothly. He played his part as long lost prince and Rosslyn made a huge scene, sobbing deeply with makeup running down her face as she hugged jack and repeatedly kissed his forehead (Jack had to admit, that woman could act). And Jack was welcomed into Sarono.

Now it was a month later and Jack sat across a large table from North and Queen Rosslyn; staring at them in shock.

"I have to WHAT?!" He repeats.

The older two exchange looks. "Marry," North says finally, nervously scratching his beard.

Jack keeps on staring. "Why?"

"In order for you to be king, you have to marry. The council was holding off until now to give you time to adjust since you had 'just returned' to us, but now that it's been a month, they expect you to wed," Replied Queen Rosslyn.

"I thought that was a law for queens! Why do I need to to be king! That's so stupid!" Jack yells as he slams his hands on the table in a loud BANG!

"Jack, calm down." North tells him.

"No! I didn't sign up for this shit! I said I would pretend to be a prince not get mar-married" Jack falters, his voice almost cracking as he pushed the last word through his teeth.

"Yes, you did." Said North, "it was clearly written in that packet I gave you about being a king."

Oh,...that. A month ago, when he had first considered become fake prince, Jack was given a packet explaining the king's duties. And by packet, he means a 327 page manual on how to be the perfect king, the only thing that made it a packet was the fact that it had no cover, instead it was just a large stack of papers, tied together with string. Jack hadn't bothered even reading the first page since 99 percent of it would be done by Rosslyn. He had thought that the other 1 percent was showing up once in a while, not getting married!

"And to answer your earlier question," Queen Rosslyn chimes. "The reason the king has to marry is because, although the council is all male, we have a larger population of females, so, in order for the council to keep power and not be overthrown by a ton of raging women, they decided to include kings in the law as well. Plus, they find the sense of a wife helps the king rule the kingdom."

Jack falls back into his chair and rakes his hands through his snow white hair, "how much time do I have?" He asks.

"Six months." Replies the middle aged queen.

Jack nods. 'Alright, six months isn't so bad right? I have a little bit of time to plan something. Or who knows? I might even find a girl I really like-'

"Oh, one other thing," Queen Rosslyn interrupts his train of thought."You don't get to meet her until the wedding."

"...WHAT! Then how do I know who to marry!?" Jack shouts.

"Don't worry, I'll be choosing for you." The older immortal replies confidently.

"No! This is crazy! Your telling me I have to get hitched and I don't even get to pick!" Jack exclaims.

North and Queen Rosslyn exchange uncertain looks. 'This is going to be a LONG process.' They both think.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Called Elsa from the desk in her office. As the door opened, she lifted her head from her current work and looked over the piles of documents. Mostly taxes and laws waiting to be approved, some trading proposals and the occasional letter from curious children wondering whether it will actually get all the way to the Queen.

As the large oak door opened, one of the royal advisors, Edgar, stepped into Elsa's office. Edgar was one of the less liked advisors. A 50 year old man with peppered hair that was always neatly combed back and a constant serious expression plastered to his face. He was always strict and took his job way too seriously.

"Can I help you?" Elsa asks from her spot behind her desk.

"Your majesty," Edgar addressed, face completely impassive. "We need to discuss the matter of your marriage."

Elsa sighed and rubs her temples. She knew this was coming. The law stated that before the queen's 20th birthday, she must wed. It had been over a year since Elsa learned to control her powers and her 20th birthday was in 6 months.

"I'm sorry Edgar, can we not do this today?" She asks, looking up at him.

Edgar frowns deeply making him look older than he was. "No, unfortunately we must discuss it now. For the past month, the council has been asking about when you will wed-"

Of course, at that moment Anna chose to burst in. "Elsa! Can I borrow your- oh." She says as she spots Edgar.

They stared at each other for an awkward moment. The two of them didn't get along well for obvious reasons. He hated her loose, immature personality and Anna hated his non-tolerance of anything remotely fun and his complete lack of emotion.

"What's going on?" She asked, looking between Elsa and Edgar.

Elsa opened her mouth to speak but before she could, Edgar said. "We are discussing your sister's arranged marriage."

Anna stood there for a moment before exclaiming, "What! What do you mean ARRANGED marriage?"

"I have to marry before my 20th birthday in order to keep the throne." Elsa informed solemnly to her half crazed sibling.

Anna ran over to her older sister's desk, leaned over, grasping her shoulders, and shook violently. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!" She yelled.

'Because, I knew you would react like this.' Elsa thinks to herself.

"Princess Anna!" Scolded Edgar, "Sister or not, that is not how you address the queen!"

"Edgar," she said, turning to face him, in a voice so sweet is scary. "SHUT UP WHILE I TALK TO MY SISTER." She screams.

Edgar stared at the brown haired girl horrified as Anna faced back to Elsa. For such a delicate looking girl, she had a pair of lungs.

"What arranged marriage?" She asks again.

Elsa brushed a couple bleach blond strands of hair out of her face. "I already told you, I have to marry before age 20 to stay queen."

Anna waits for a moment "...and?"

"And what?"

"Well, who are you marrying!?"

The young queen blinks, "I don't know yet. I haven't picked anyone."

"What?! But your birthday is like- what month is it?- It's half a year away!" Anna exclaimed.

"Relax Anna, I have six months to look. I'm sure I'll find someone." Elsa reassured.

"Oh, no," Edgar said, causing both girls to look at him. "Your majesty, you can't meet your betrothed until the wedding. It's the law."

The sisters stared at him for a good 5 minutes, trying to process what the royal advisor had just said before shouting in unison, "WHAT?!"

At this point, Elsa was standing, along with Anna, and Edgar had backed into a corner of the office, feeling a little threatened by the two.

There was another knock at the door and a maid stuck her head into the room, "Madam, are you alright? We heard yelling."

Elsa relaxed her tense shoulders a bit and stood a little straighter, "Yes, everything is fine." She assured forcing a small smile. The maid, bowed and quickly closed the door behind her as she left.

They stood there in awkward silence for another minute or so, continuing to let the new information soak in before Anna breaks it.

"So, who gets to pick?" Anna asks Edgar.

Glad someone finally spoke, The middle aged advisor relaxed a little bit, "Well," he said, "usually, the king chooses but in your case...I think it best, the council decides."

"What?! No! The council can't choose!" Anna exclaims, "I should! I know Elsa the best!"

Edgar frowned, "the council will choose a suitable husband for Queen Elsa, one from a fine kingdom with much to offer."

Anna growled angrily, "Arendelle is wealthy enough as it is!" She threw her hands into the air, "Is money all you people care about!"

The royal advisor glared at her, "Like it or not, Princess Anna, you simply do not have the authority to decide."

"But I do," Elsa interjects. "and I, Queen Elsa, hereby declare Princess Anna of Arendelle my royal matchmaker."

Edgar scowls and Elsa swears, if he frowns any harder, he's going to break his face.

"As you wish," Edgar said sourly. "I will bring this...development, to the council." And with that, he left Elsa's office, closing the door behind him with a little more force than necessary.

After he's gone, Anna sighs and smiles lightly at her sister. "Thank you," she says.

Elsa smiles back, "Of course." She responds. In truth, appointing Anna matchmaker was more for the snow queen then for Anna. Knowing Anna would be the one picking gave Elsa some peace of mind, and peace was one thing she needed in this huge mess.

This was going to be a long process.

A/N: Some credit to the story arranged by littleblu, I sort of borrowed the idea for this from you, i hope you don't mind. That also means that if you like this story but you want a lot more sass (lots and lots of sass), disney princesses, and a hilarious wedding scene, go read her story.