Frost paced her room back and forth. Her nerves were frayed like a rope that had burst. She was scared stiff about this wedding. She didn't want to go through with it, and she certainly didn't want to marry someone she just met. She didn't know if he was mean, or if he was some kind of serial killer, or even if he would take care of her. She didn't know if she'd love him madly, or if she'd never be able to love him in her life. She didn't know if she'd be able to have children, something she'd always dreamed of, with him because she refused to have children without a proper relationship among the parents. She had a lot of things she didn't know. And she wasn't sure her idiot father knew either.<br/><br/>Like most princesses, Frost was beautiful. She had porcelain skin, and bright, aquamarine eyes. Her hair was naturally comprised of soft, natural curls that fell to her mid back. The locks were as white as the snow on the ground outside, and they were currently tucked up into a braided bun on the back of her head. She had a couple loose curls falling out though and framing her face currently. Her lips were ruby red contrasting her pale face and hair and naturally rested in a sort of pout in times like this when she was stressed. Her smile was beautiful, but she didn't foresee herself smiling much after today. The girl would be dwarfed by her future husband, but in an adorable way. She only rose to five feet and two inches tall. She was a short, but curvy lady. She had a thin waist with an ample bust and bottom, but it accentuated her natural build all the more.<br/><br/>Her attire was simple, but elegant. She was wearing a dress with short sleeves. The cold didn't effect snow fairies as much as it did other beings, but it did still effect them. They had a resistance to it, yes, but they couldn't last forever without warmth. The clothing hugged her tiny frame, and stretched down to her ankles. The dress was pale blue, and it had soft swirled patterns in the material that resembled snow swirls. Her shoes were flats. She didn't think she'd need heels, but it might've benefited had she worn them to make her feel not so dwarfed by the man to be her future husband.<br/><br/>Perhaps besides her eyes, the most stunning thing about her appearance was her wings. Every fairy<span style="font-style: italic">usually</span>had wings, even though there were some exceptions, and every branch of fairies had their own wing patterns. Snow fairies were unique in the aspect that even amongst themselves, their wings had unique patterns. Each set of snow fairy wings were like snowflakes. There were no two alike. Hers were no different. Hers were thin with a slight blue glow. Not enough to really put off any light unless it was in the dark, but enough to tint them blue. The pattern on them was a repeated pattern of a specific, swirly looking snowflake.<br/><br/>The first one to enter was her father. He was one of the rare exceptions to the fairy rule that they all had wings. He wore dark, navy colored robes, and sat across from his guests with a kindly smile. "Good morning." He greeted.<br/><br/>He was followed by his son, Frost's older brother, Elric. Elric looked to be more calculated, and he currently served as head of the wall guard and border patrol. He wasn't general yet, but his father gave him the responsibility of ensuring the wall was safely guarded and their borders secured. It was a big job, and surely one Elric would learn from, but even he didn't want to miss meeting his sister's husband to be.<br/><br/>And finally, Frost entered. She didn't smile, nor did she look cold. She edged into the room slowly and shyly. She folded her hands in front of her waiting on her father to notice her, and when he did, he motioned her over to sit.