Four and a half years later

Jack yawned. Rolling over, he reached for the alarm on the bedside table and let out a groan when he noticed that it was only 6am. Sighing, he slipped out of bed, taking care to not wake Elsa who was still fast asleep.

Smiling, he leaned down to gently stroke a strand of loose hair from her face. She looked so peaceful while asleep. He could never get used to her beauty, not even after five years of dating. It still blew him away that she was his and that someone so beautiful, so pure, had fallen for a dork like him. He yearned to kiss her, to lean down and smother every inch of her perfect face with kisses, but he couldn't. Not without waking her up and of all the days she needed her sleep, it was today.

Shaking his head, he took a step back and leaned down to grab his t-shirt from the floor. He pulled it over his head and caught sight of himself in the mirror. Leaning in, he breathed in a sigh of relief when he noticed that no hickeys had appeared on his body as a result of the night before. He ran a finger through his messy hair and moved to open Elsa's bedroom door, taking care to close it slowly behind him.

Making his way downstairs, he could see the dim light from within the kitchen. He leaned on the doorframe and watched as Walt Andersen fixed himself a cup of coffee. He wasn't surprised to see the Andersen patriarch awake early. The man was the very definition of an early riser and was always up before sunrise, regardless of whether he had work that day or not.

"Ready for today?" he spoke, stepping towards the cupboard and grabbing a clean mug for himself.

Walt turned and yawned slightly before placing his cup of coffee down on the bench. "Morning, Jack," he greeted. "I should be asking you that question, don't you think?"

He grinned and poured some coffee into his mug before moving to take a seat at the table. He watched as Walt took the seat opposite him. "I couldn't sleep. There was too much on my mind and I didn't want to wake El," he spoke, pausing to take a sip of his drink. "I just hope that it all goes to plan."

"It will," Walt smiled. "I know how my daughter feels about you. You're her whole world. She loves you," he paused, stopping to think before he continued signing. "So, is the plan still the same?"

He nodded. Turning his head, he made sure that Elsa hadn't woken and made her way down stairs in the last few minutes. "Pretty much," he admitted. "I wanted to get myself up on stage and ask her, but she would hate such a public display. I'm going to wait until after the ceremony when everyone is heading from the auditorium to the hall for refreshments. I'll pull her aside, find a private place and ask."

Walt smiled and finished his coffee before standing up. "Sounds good to me. She's going to be in for quite the surprise today, what with her grandparents flying in to see her and this," he said.

He gulped and watched as Walt placed his empty mug in the sink and headed for the door. "What if she says no?" he spoke, his voice trembling.

Walt paused and turned on the spot to face him. "She won't, Jack. I know it," he replied. "That said, I also know how nerve-wracking proposing is, so I wish you good luck."

He smiled and raised his hand to give Walt a small salute before finishing his coffee. His eyes scanned the Andersen's kitchen, taking in the familiar sight of the house that had become his second home over the last five years. The walls were lined with photo's documenting their lives and achievements. The pictures from his and Elsa's graduation photo had recently moved. It had been placed into a larger frame to accommodate Anna's photo from her own first day of school as well as the photo from Anna's recent high school graduation, where she had posed with her partner of two years, Kristoff.

His eyes glanced over another photo, one of his family and the four Andersen's on a holiday weekend and he smiled. He still couldn't believe the way him and his family had been accepted by the Andersen's.

Over the last five years, the two families had continued to grow closer and had spent holidays and special events together. He had even accompanied Elsa on a trip to Arendelle for her 21st birthday, where he had met her childhood friends and had seen the place she had grown up in. When Lillian Andersen had changed her visa status so that she could work, it had been his mother that had helped her to get a job at the restaurant where she worked. Together, him, Elsa, his mother and Emily had continued to teach the remaining Andersen's how to sign and their skills had improved to the point where they could hold a variety of conversations with different people. Still, despite their families' closeness, he had felt nervous when he had approached Walt Andersen a few months earlier.

The decision to propose to Elsa had been made three years when they had celebrated their second anniversary. He had known that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her by his side, but the timing had to be right. Planning a wedding took a lot of time and energy. It would have been a major commitment that would have distracted them from their studies. So, he had waited and had saved his money and had decided to leave it until they had both graduated. He had known that Elsa would likely agree to the simplest of weddings, but not him. She was his queen and he wanted her to have one day where she could be lavished with attention and celebrated.

He had approached Walt Andersen three months earlier to seek permission to propose. Experience had taught him that Walt favoured old-fashioned values and he respected that. He had also been aware that Walt had already made some changes in allowing him to spend the night in Elsa's room and for Elsa to sleep over at his house. Therefore, he had felt that the least he could do was show him the respect he deserved. After all, if all went to plan the man would become his father-in-law. To his relief, Walt had been more than happy for him to pop the question. He had even gone so far as to help suss out Elsa's ring size which had helped in the purchasing of the ring.

Sighing, he stood up. Quickly, he finished the last of his coffee and placed the empty cup in the sink. He trudged up the stairs. Pressing down on the handle, he pushed his way into Elsa's room. He felt his heart melting upon noticing that she was still asleep and had only shifted a few inches to lie in the spot that he had vacated. Stealing one last glance at her, he left the room and crossed the hallway to enter the vacant bathroom.

Switching the taps on, he carefully adjusted the water to his preferred temperature before peeling his clothes off and stepping into the shower cubicle. As usual, he found that his mind wandered under the gentle spray of the shower.

He still couldn't believe the direction that his life had taken in only a short number of years. To this day, there was a part of him that felt like the 18-year-old, who had just graduated high school with his girlfriend by his side. However, he wasn't that boy anymore.

Today, he was a 23-year-old-man, a graduate with a BA in Elementary Education from Gallamet University and supporting his long-term girlfriend as she graduated. If all went to plan, then by night time he would also be a fiance.

The decision to study his course offline had been easy. Not only was it cheaper to stay at home and study instead of moving interstate, but it also enabled him to continue to see Elsa on a daily basis. Thankfully, between his mother and Elsa, he had managed to stay on task and had ignored the various temptations that studying at home held. He had managed to pass his classes as well as maintain his relationship and had held down a part-time job for the last three years.

As promised, both him and Elsa had maintained email contact with Hans. They had filled his former interpreter in on their lives post school. They had only been out of school for a year when Hans had emailed them to inform them that he had quit his job and was opening a restaurant with his husband, Tim, a celebrated chef. The restaurant, which he had named 'Fast Hands' was to be staffed primarily with Deaf staff members. Restaurant diners would be provided with menus depicting the signs the'd need to order the various items, or could simply point if they did not feel comfortable to attempt signing. Hans had been adamant that he should apply for a job and had mentioned that his application was only a formality and that a position would always be available for him.

Thankfully, the restaurant had proven to be a success. He had jumped at the chance to earn some money and had even helped his friends, Aster, Tia and Sandy to secure a position there. The pay was decent and Hans had always been respectful of his part-time student employees. He had always made sure to schedule their shifts so that they weren't running themselves ragged trying to balance work and their studies. He had been smart with the money he had earned and had put most of it towards paying board, or saving it to purchase a small car which had given him more independence and had made it easier for him to see Elsa when he wanted.

Elsa stirred. Stretching her arms out, she slowly opened her eyes and blinked as traces of the early morning sunlight filtered past the blinds. She reached over, grasping for Jack only to find his spot empty.

Frowning, she sat up. Her eyes shifted to the alarm clock and she noticed that it was just shy of 7am. Reaching out, she went to disable the alarm, but it had already been turned off. Her eyes fell on the post-it note placed next to her phone and the scrawled message from Jack, telling her that he was in the shower. She shrugged, it wasn't like him to be up early. In the five years that they had spent together, she had learnt that Jack Frost favoured his sleep. Jack was so fond of his sleep that she had taken to setting two alarms, twenty minutes apart. The first alarm acted as a warm up and helped him ease into the idea of getting up. The second served as the final warning and told him that he had to get up or risk being late.

It was clear to her that something was off with Jack. The night before he had seemed skittish and had constantly checked the pockets of his suit jacket, which he had opted to wear to her graduation. When she had asked, he had blown her off and had told her that he was worried about the stitching on the pockets. She had chuckled and had offered to fix it, at which point he had refused. He had leapt to his feet and had taken the jacket to her mother and had stated that he had asked her mother to fix it.

She had thought that the suit jacket had been the last of it, until later in the evening when he had disappeared into her father's study and had been held up in conversation for over an hour. When he had emerged, he had offered her little explanation on the topic of their conversation.

Shrugging, she got up and shuffled towards the door. She could hear the sounds of the house slowly coming to life. Pulling open her door, she narrowly avoided colliding with her father as he brushed past her.

"Morning, El," he called, not even bothering to stop."Can't talk now. I will be home in about thirty minutes. We'll talk when I get home, love you."

Opening her mouth, she went to call out to him, but he had gone. The sound of the front door opening and closing could be heard. Yawning, she turned and headed towards the bathroom. Her eyes fell on the handle and she noticed that the small sign they used to signal when Jack was in the bathroom was on display. Smiling, she turned and headed downstairs.

Entering the kitchen, she set about pulling out a mug for coffee and flicked the kettle on. She moved to grab the milk from the fridge. She could feel her stomach rumbling with hunger as she stopped to consider her breakfast options. She was just about to open the fridge when the sight of a note taped to the fridge caught her eye. Leaning closer, she saw her father's messy handwriting telling the house's occupants to refrain from organising breakfast. He explained that he would bring them back something special in a few minutes. Shrugging, she reached in and grabbed the milk.

She had only just taken a seat at the table when Anna ran in, dragging a yawning Kristoff behind her. "Oh my gosh, Elsa. Today is the day. I am so freaking excited for you. I can't believe that you are graduating uni. Where is Jack?" she shrieked, barely stopping to catch a breath before she flung her arms around her neck.

Grinning, she pulled herself out of Anna's grip. "Slow down, Anna," she giggled. "I know that it's exciting. Jack is in the shower. He woke before I did, which is weird. What makes it even weirder is that he decided to actually get up, instead of going to sleep. It seems like everyone is acting a bit different today."

She watched as Anna took a step back and shot a quick glance at Kristoff, who shook his head.

"You know, I've been dating Anna for what, two years now and it still amazes me how different, yet similar the two of you are. I mean, your hair looks neat in the morning and Anna's..well just look it at it," he said, his lips curling into a grin as he pointed to Anna's tangled strawberry-blonde hair.

She grinned and ran a hand over her own, considerably tidier, platinum-blonde locks and watched as Anna started to bicker playfully with her boyfriend. She still couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss in her home. Not with the way both Jack and her father
had acted, or the way Anna was currently acting. Her sister was normally excitable, but from the small looks she was sharing with Kristoff, it was apparent that there was something going on.

"Okay, something is going on. What is it?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at she looked between her sister and Kristoff. "What is it that you're not telling me?"

"Nothing, Elsa" Anna and Kristoff chorused simultaneously.

She frowned and let out an exasperated sigh before turning to focus her attention back to her coffee. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as Kristoff nudged Anna and beckoned her to accompany him out of the room. Her sister willingly obliged and raced out of the room at an alarmingly fast speed.

Sighing, she shifted her attention to the photo's which hung from the wall. Her first and last day of school photo had been shifted to a bigger frame to make space for Anna's first and last day of school photo's. She stifled a laugh, looking at the contrast between her and Anna's last day of year 12 photo's. Like her own, Anna's picture featured her and her boyfriend in the photo. However, that was where the similarities ended. Unlike her own photo, where she had opted for a simple pose with Jack's arm draped around her waist, Anna had decided that she ought to be snapped climbing on Kristoff's back with a cheeky grin on her face. She had remembered the day that her mother had added the photo to her frame. She had made a point to mention how they had some nicer, less goofy photo's of her sister that could be included, but her mother had shook her head and smiled. She had claimed that this was the picture that best captured Anna in all her essence and that was what she had wanted to display.

Smiling, she glanced between the photo of Anna and the real Anna who was engaged in an animated discussion, just out of earshot. Her mother had been right. The photo did capture Anna perfectly.

Jack turned off the taps and brought the stream of warm water to a halt. Stepping out of the shower, he grabbed his towel and patted himself down before reaching for his toothbrush.

He could feel himself becoming nervous, knowing that Elsa would likely be awake and he'd have to get through the morning ,while trying to act as normal as possible to avoid arousing suspicion. Admittedly, he had found it difficult to hide the surprise from her. Elsa was smart and he knew that she had found it odd when he had refused to let her 'fix' his jacket. However, it was the place where he had stored the ring and he could not risk her sharp eyes picking up on the slight bulge from the jewellery box. Thankfully, Lillian had come to his assistance and had told him to give the excuse that the lining of his suit pocket was showing signs of wear and tear and needed fixing.

He also knew that she would be surprised that he had woken before her and had proceeded to get up. Elsa would have been left scratching his head at that one. He loved his sleep and Elsa knew it.

Still, it had to be done. He wanted the day to be perfect for her in every sense of the word. He just hoped that the surprise appearance of her grandparents before breakfast would be enough to ease her suspicions and lead her to believe that that had been the big secret that was being kept from her.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he padded across the hall to Elsa's room and noted that the door was wide open. Closing the door, he pulled out the black dress pants he had chosen to wear and pulled them on before tossing his old t-shirt on over his bare chest. Grabbing his brush, he pulled it through her hair in the hopes that he could appear at least somewhat presentable for Elsa's grandparents when they arrived.

After spritzing a bit of cologne on him, he stepped out. He caught sight of Anna, who was pushing Kristoff into the empty bathroom along with a change of clothes.

"Are your grandparents here yet?" he spoke, watching as Anna turned to face him, a wide grin on her face.

"No, but Elsa's getting suspicious. Kristoff had to pull me out of the kitchen. I can't handle keeping secrets from her, Jack. I mean, the grandparent thing is one thing, but the other surprise...Jack, this day needs to go fast," she whined.

He chuckled. His eyes darted downstairs to make sure that Elsa wasn't likely to come up and catch his and Anna's conversation. "It's just a few more hours, Anna. You can do it," he pointed out. "Besides, if you hadn't been snooping then you'd not have to worry about holding back on the other thing."

He watched as Anna's eyes widened and a grin appeared on her face before she stopped to poke her tongue out at him. "Hey!" she protested. "You know, ordinarily I'd come up with a good comeback. You know, defend my honour and all that, but today I am going to be nice and let it slide. Besides, I need to grab the camera ready to capture Elsa's face when Dad and our grandparents walk in."

He gave her a small salute and left her. Heading downstairs, he made his way into the kitchen where Elsa was sipping her coffee with her head bent over the morning paper.

"Hey," he spoke, draping his arms around her shoulders. "Morning, gorgeous."

Elsa jumped. Turning her head, she faced Jack and noticed the shy grin on his face. Smiling, she tilted her head and lifted her lips to meet his, stealing a quick kiss.

Pulling back, she shifted her chair to face him. "Hey, you were up early. Is everything okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, fine," he replied, giving her a nervous smile before running his hands through his hair.

She frowned and pursed her lips as she considered her response. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her mum creep in, followed by Anna who had her beloved camera in her hands and looked like she was struggling to contain herself from saying something.

"Okay, what is going on?" she asked, shifting her eyes from her boyfriend, to her mother and sister. She noticed the way the three of them shared a quick look before shaking their head at her.

She groaned and stood to her feet. Moving to the sink, she placed her empty cup in the sink. She could hear the sound of the front door opening and her father's voice sounding through the house as he announced his return. She paused, her eyes caught the sight of her mum as she signed to Jack, letting him know that 'they were here.'

Shaking her head, she left the room and stormed into the hallway. Her eyes widened as she recognised the four elderly people who stood beaming behind her father.

"Nanna, Poppa, Grandma, Grandpa!" she gasped, blushing as Jack appeared in the corner of her eyes, reminding her that in her surprise, she had forgotten to sign.

"Hi, Elsa," her paternal grandfather cooed. "I hope that you don't mind. It is not every day that your eldest granddaughter graduates university. Your father and boyfriend contacted us and asked us if we wanted to come. Naturally, we said yes. We are all so proud of you."

Stepping forward, she allowed herself to be pulled into a hug by her grandparents. She could scarcely believe that they were here, in her home. The flash of a camera momentarily blinded her as Anna darted around, capturing the moment. Pulling back, she turned to glance at Jack and noticed the way he was looking at her with a smile on his face as he gazed from underneath his tousled hair.

"Surprise" he signed. "I love you."

Blushing, she stepped aside to wrap her arms around Jack. She buried her head against his chest as the tears streamed from her face. Suddenly, his mysterious behaviour was explained. He had obviously been in cahoots with her father and apparently her grandparents.

She felt a tap on her shoulder. Frowning, she pulled back to face Anna. "I don't mean to break up the cute, fluffy moment, but Dad's brought food and I'm starving," she said, shifting to make sure that Jack could see her signs.

She nodded and stepped out of Jack's grasp as she followed Anna into the kitchen.

Jack beamed as he leaned back in his chair and watched the interpreter translate the words that were being spoken.

The morning had passed in a blur of excitement and tears. No sooner had Elsa recovered from the shock of both sets of grandparents being in her home, had his mother and sister arrived to join the Andersen's and their extended family for a breakfast of croissants, fruit and juice. They had then dressed before piling into three cars to make the trek to Beaconsfield University.

Arriving at the university, he had begrudgingly given Elsa a kiss on the lips before he'd parted and left her to sit up front with the graduating class. He had settled for a seat a few rows back with his mother, sister, the three remaining Andersen's, Kristoff and Elsa's grandparents. To their relief, the university had provided an interpreter to sign. Although, he had pointed out that it would be slightly ironic if the graduation ceremony for a course on ASL/ English Interpreting did not, in fact, provide an interpreter.

He felt a nudge and watched as Elsa's name was called. Slowly, she made her way up the steps and onto the stage. She had been so nervous in the months leading up to her graduation. At times, she had expressed concern that she would fail either in one of her courses, or in the knowledge exam for the National Deaf Interpreters Registry, which she was required to pass in order to successfully graduate. Naturally, as often was the case with Elsa, she had been worried for nothing and she had passed with brilliant grades.

He felt his smile widening as Elsa carefully made her way down the stairs. Her eyes remained fixed on him as she made her way back to her seat. He knew that she was nervous and that under the poised appearance which she displayed, lay a young girl, albeit a beautiful one, who had been slightly uncomfortable with the attention that had momentarily been placed on her. He knew that she was silently willing the rest of the ceremony to finish so that she could join him and her family. He also knew that she was breathing a sigh of relief and thinking that the day was practically over.

Reaching into his pocket, he tightened his hold on the small velvet box and said a silent apology to her for the fact that her big day was far from over.

Elsa breathed in a sigh of relief as she settled back into her chair with her degree in hand.

She had scarcely believed that she had made it. She, Elsa Andersen, was now a university graduate with a B.S in American Sign Language/ English Interpreting from Beaconsfield University. The last four years of study had been gruelling. Even with the help of Jack and the Frosts, she had still struggled. The assignments, essays and exams had all taken their toll and at times she had wondered if she would be able to pass at all.

In order to graduate, she had been required to sit a written exam with the National Deaf Interpreters Association which had tested her knowledge. With that exam passed, she was free to graduate. Although, she still needed to take the final skills based exam, which would enable her to be registered as an interpreter. She had spoken with Hans, who had assured her that with her knowledge, she had nothing to worry about. It was a message that Jack and Caroline Frost had echoed, but she still had her doubts.

Still, she had done it. She had passed and soon she would be free to leave. She knew that the university had set up some refreshments in an empty hall, but she didn't care. She simply wanted to wait for the remainder of her year to receive their degrees to stop for the standard graduating class photo and head home to celebrate with her loved ones.

Sighing, she focused her attention as the head of the department completed his speech and farewelled all graduating students, wishing them well in their future endeavors. She knew that a few rows back, Jack would be sitting bored out of his brain. She had hoped that they would have been allowed to return to sit with their loved ones once they had claimed their degree, but the answer had been no. The university had decided to make the graduates sit together to avoid the long wait as people made their way down the auditorium. Therefore, she had found herself in the front row, sitting next to someone with whom she had not spoken to once in the last four years with only the thought of escaping and rejoining her family and Jack to get her through.

Jack, just the thought of him was enough to keep her going. He had been her rock over the last few years. Initially, she had found it tough to get used to going through her studies without him even being on the same campus. Together, they had really had to work hard to ensure that they made time for each other. In the early days, they had taken to getting together for a morning walk before going their separate ways and reconvening when she had finished her last class. As their relationship had progressed, it had become easier and her father had agreed to allow them to spend the night in each other's bedrooms.

Over the last few years, she had found herself settling into a comfortable, but loving relationship with Jack. After they had left school, they had really blossomed. They had built a small, but tight group of friends with Jack's friends, Aster, Tia and Sandy. She had even had the chance to take him back home to Arendelle and show him the sights of her hometown.

What had surprised her the most was the fact that when it had come time to leave, she had been ready to head home. That was when it had hit her. Burgess had become her home. Wherever Jack and her family was, that was her home.

Jack made his way through the crowd.

His plan of pulling Elsa aside on the way to the refreshments hall hadn't quite gone to plan. The dean of the university had released the audience, but not without calling on all graduates to stay behind for a group photo which had taken the better part of 45 minutes. Once the official photo had been taken, the family members had piled in to take their own group photo.

Thankfully, Walt and Lillian Andersen had been quick to take their photo's and had made themselves scarce in order to give him the privacy that he needed.

His eyes fell on Elsa and he broke into a wide smile, noting that she had taken off her graduation gown and had folded it over her arm, leaving her in the light pink dress which she had selected to wear. Shaking his head, he smiled at her and extended his arm to link it through hers.

He led her out the doors and into the fresh air. He felt her hand tighten on his arm as they detoured from the path that led to the refreshment hall. Smirking, he turned to face her and watched as she dropped her hold on him.

"Jack, we are going the wrong way," she said, her eyes darting between him and the crowd in the distance.

He shook his head and took a few steps back to look at her. "No we're not," he replied. "Trust me."

Gripping her hand, he didn't bother to give her the chance to respond and proceeded to lead her towards a tree which provided some shade from the warm sun. Satisfied that he had found a private spot, he stopped and dropped her hand to face her. The confusion was evident on her face. He could see that she was torn between confronting him about his behaviour and just going with the flow and waiting to see what he had planned. Smirking, he leaned in and placed a quick kiss on her cheek before pulling back to look at her.

He watched as she opened her mouth to speak and shook his head. Raising his hand, he gently placed a finger over her lips, silencing her. Stepping back, he looked at her and took in the paleness of her face, the few light freckles which dusted her cheeks and her long, platinum-blonde hair which fell softly over her shoulders and framed her angelic face. He had already made the decision to use his speaking voice to propose. After all, he would need his hands free to hold her hands and to pull the ring out and slide it onto her finger. Reaching for her hands, he looked at her.

He had spent the last few weeks trying to come up with the perfect speech. He had consulted his mum, Walt, Aster and even Hans to find out what he should say. The only advice that they had given him was to go with his heart and think of all that she meant to him.

It had sounded simple enough, but standing in front of her with her blue eyes staring into his, he realised that he was wrong. There was never going to be enough words to truly convey what Elsa meant to him. She was his world, his entire reason for living. Every second of every day, he just fell more and more in love with her. He wanted to do everything in his power to give her the life that she deserved. He wanted to see her with the surname Frost. He wanted to leave for work in the morning, having said goodbye to her and to arrive home each night and hold her in his arms. He wanted a family with her. He wanted to spend his weekends doing housework or teaching their son to ride a bike, stopping only to hoist their daughter into his arms and twirl her around. Heck, he had even settled on the names and appearances of their future children. The boy, Lucas, would be born first. He would have his father's hair colour, but his mother's eyes. Their daughter would be called Charlotte and would have Elsa's hair colour, but his shade of blue eyes.

He felt Elsa squeeze his hands, willing him to say something. Gulping, he turned to face her.

"Elsa," he spoke. "They told me to write a note, to come up with all the things that you mean to me and the way you make me feel, but it's hard. I can never truly describe the way you make me feel, the way you are the most incredible, beautiful, intelligent, loving, kind, caring woman in the entire world or how you are not only the woman I love, but my best friend and the very reason I get up in the morning," he paused, stopping to clear his throat. "I really wanted to give you the perfect speech, because you are the perfect woman for me and I love you more than anything. I want you in my life forever. I want to live with you, to spend every day with you. I want you to be a Frost. I want your future children to have my surname, to have our surname."

He paused to watch as the tears began to form in the corners of Elsa's eyes. Blushing, he let go of her hand and fumbled in his pocket to pull out the box with the ring in it. Slowly, he knelt down and flicked open the velvet box to reveal the simple gold ring with a series of diamonds. He glanced up, watching as Elsa moved her hands to cover her mouth, the tears streaming down her face.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at her. "Will you marry me, Elsa?" he asked, glancing at her.

Slowly he stood up, watching as Elsa burst into tears and nodded. "Yes," she replied. "Yes, I will"

Grinning, he pulled the ring out and slid the ring onto her finger before placing a small kiss on her hand. Pulling back, he watched as she stepped closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck before pressing a kiss to his lips.

They kissed for a few seconds before breaking apart. Blushing, he looked at her. "Come on," he signed. "Our families are waiting for us."

She nodded and reached out her hand to stop him. "They knew, didn't they?" she asked. "This is why everyone was so weird this morning."

He nodded. "They did. I asked your father a few months ago and Anna, she found out because she was snooping. I'm sorry, El. It wasn't easy to keep this from you. Heck, I wanted to propose to you three years ago, but I thought that we should get through our studies first so that we can dedicate more time to the wedding," he admitted.

"Can we get married at home?" Elsa asked, looking at him.

Jack nodded. "We can, I've got some money saved from work. If you want an Arendelle wedding, then you will get an Arendelle wedding. I want what you want," he replied, smiling at her.

Elsa shook her head, reaching her hand up to stroke his face before pulling back. "No, Jack, home is here, where you are. I want to marry here. You are my home," she said, smiling.

He smiled and reached over to wrap his arms around his fiancee, bringing her to rest by his side as the words sunk in. He had a family and a future with the woman of his dreams. So long as they had each other, they had a home.

A/Note: Whew, so this is it, this is the very last chapter. I want to thank each and every one of you for reading, reviewing and responding to this story. It's been quite a journey, and in my research I've come to learn a tiny bit about Deaf culture, sign language. I've strived to provide the most up to date information which I can find and as always, the focus on this story was always on Jack and Elsa.

I'd really like to give an incredible amount of thanks to Zulka. Zulka is a fellow Jelsa fan-fic author who is studying ASL at university in the USA and has been incredibly supportive, and has passed on information and tips that she'd learned, as well as providing me with information that I'd not have known without her.

Other information has been obtained from various websites such as websites, forums and you tube videos. I will be honest and say that this story, the lessons I've learned from it have truly impacted me, changed the way I view things and have made me more aware of things that I'd previously been unaware of.

I'd also like to thank my good friend and fellow Jelsa fanfic author Oninoko for always being there to bounce ideas off of, give feedback and whatnot. If you're not already checking out her stories- then I highly recommend you do so.

Thank you to Luann L who surprised me with the most adorable Jelsa Halloween picture on Tumblr inspired by the Halloween scene in this story.

It's going to be weird to say goodbye to 'Deaf Jack', but there is a new story to be told, the first chapter has already been posted and is called 'The Princess and the Carpenter'.

Thank you all.