Hey Guys this is my second Fanfic! The first one is a lotta adventure, intrigue mixed with high school stuff(comes in the later part of the story) sooo... this story is about Jack And Elsa's Wedding. I've tried to make a romantic and funny as possible. read and review(because thats a lotta letters I'll be Henceforth and forever more be using R&R) Enjoy it!

Introduction...

Elsa is a princess. Trained her whole life to be MS. PERFECT! This is story is from her point of view. Occasionally we'll also get to see Jack's P.O.V (Meaning: if I feel it'll funny or romantic...IDK yet!)

THE STORY BEGINS...

CHAPTER 1 - PERFECTIONS

I looked at my reflection. I wore... correction stuffed into a puffy white dress with hint of baby blue sash and gems here and there. My make-up, perfect. My dress, perfectly held in place by a pain-striking corset. My shoes, designed by the exclusive fashion committee meant to design all my clothes I'd carry to my Husband's place, perfect!

My entire life was ending perfect!

I was... correction getting married at the age of 18... perfect. No irony intended. Really, According to my mother, a girl, especially a princess is supposed to get married by 19! Hence... Perfect!

I should have been jumping with joy and singing my Prince's praise, and yet i stood before the mirror like a runaway bride.

The best part, you ask? Is that I do not know who I am marrying! All I know is my stark crazy grandmother wanted some sorta union between the two royal families of Arrendale... my kingdom... and Guardian Flower. So as I soon I was freaking born, I was betrothed to a Prince a year or two older than myself.

My mother recounts that day. A two year old boy slipped a huge diamond ring with sapphires encrusted all over into my... a new born's finger to seal a age old freaking, crazy, stupid, unnecessary, not to mention pointless relationship! Perfect!

My Mother entered the room. She came right in and hugged me.

'You look perfect! You'll make a perfect bride! You'll make him fall head over heels for you! You just wait!' she squealed. So if I were to take my mother's word for it I would at least be having him to have a crush on me.

I felt like yelling 'Are you crazy? I barely know him! I don't know how he looks or speaks or eats or what his talents are or what his favorite book is or what his preferred food is or.. or anything for that matter! he'd be completely clueless about me too! You . Cannot. Make. Love. Happen!'

Of course that wouldn't happen! only my sister Anna had the right to all that! If I as much as shook my head in disagreement hell would break loose!

'Okay are you ready?' she asked.

'Yes.' I said.

Oh! Did I forget to mention? Perfect! Today is my "perfect" wedding day.

...

I held my father's arm as he walked me to the alter, through the isle. He had a proud smile on his lips, but his eyes! They were a battlefield. The slightest fault on behalf of the groom's side, he'd make me make a run for it. He didn't want to part with me. He loved me!

As I came near the alter I saw a young man dressed in white shirt, pant, coat, and had numerous badges of all shades on his left side of the chest. He had a pale complexion much like mine and had Platinum-blonde hair, just like mine and those blue eyes! lovely blue eyes! They were deeper than the ocean. A smirk played on his lips.

'I. HATE. YOU.' i wanted to yell. But I didn't.

My father put my hand into his. He looked at me and smiled. Like admiring me for the last time. Like he really didn't want this marriage. I tilted my head and smile the "It's okay!" smile. Update: My hand was squeezed by the lunatic prince. I looked at him shocked he just smiled.

As he led the way to the stage kinda thing built on the alter. I saw Anna, my sister. The only bride's maid I actually Knew.

The priest started. The ceremony had begun. My life had just ended. Perfect.