Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over 'Frozen' nor am I profiting from this.
Pairing(s): gen.
Warning(s): none.
Word Count: 100.
Elsa removes the servants with a polite albeit firm reassurance that she can handle her sister. Anna practically hyperventilates over the assortment of brushes and combs and veils.
Everything is suddenly far too much despite her sturdy love for the waiting groom.
"Am I getting cold feet? Could he be getting cold feet? Is this Hans in disguise?"
Elsa works her fingers through a tangle.
"You're feeling overwhelmed right now. I imagine Kristoff is experiencing something similar. No one will remember the dress or vows or any mistakes, Anna."
"What will people remember then?"
"People will remember the chocolate cake."
