Elsa tensed up, eyes narrowing a bit . This was going south, quickly. "Prince Hadrian, what Jack says is the truth. He has been there for me for as long as I can remember. And he is not twelve, he is twenty-eight." Give or take a few hundred years. "It it hardly his fault he looks young. Honestly, I excepted more from you. You were raised to rule your kingdom, and you are a guest in mine. Please, show some respect. I would never behave so rudely if our roles were reversed. That said, I am willing to forgive this, chalk it up to fatigue from your journey, if you are willing to behave with a bit more decorum from this point forward. Now, shall we go inside? I'm sure you'd like a chance to rest before dinner this evening."
She turned, keeping Jack's hand in hers, and headed toward the palace doors again. This time she led the party toward the south wing, making sure they were settled before leading Jack away. "I have special quarters for you, quarters that connect to mine. I'll show you the passage, then I'll send for someone to measure you for your new wardrobe. He won't be able to have anything ready by dinner, but I'll take care of you tonight." She did just that, showing him how to access the passage and telling him how to open it on the other end. Next came the tailor, an efficient man who worked quickly, taking Jack's measurements and information before leaving with a bow.
Once the man had left Elsa gave Jack a grin, rubbing her hands together. "Now, stand still, let's get you dressed in something a little more regal." She waved her hands, starting at the bottom and using her powers to transform his casual clothes into something more befitting the future king consort. Dress shoes appeared on his feet; his pants went from short, ragged and brown to pressed, full-length pants in an icy blue that matched her dress; his hoodie became a matching military style jacket with a short, stiff collar. She stepped back, appraising her work. "There. You look a true prince. I'd like to see Hadrian try to mock you now."