A/N: Here it is, the wedding and wedding night. I just have a few things to say. The first is that this story is a companion piece to my story The Courtship of Queen Elsa. If you have not read that story then this one will make no sense. The second thing is that this story contains sex. If you believe it will offend you then DO NOT READ IT! It's very simple. I try to be very careful to preserve a character's personality when writing a love scene and I hope I reflected that.

The next thing I wanted to address is an anonymous review I received for Courtship. I moderate those and I approved it even though it was not a favorable review. I want to address some points that reviewer brought up. The first is that I understand the reviewers desire to see Elsa remain unattached, but I do not think that it would have been possible during that time period.

Monarchies have always been concerned with succession, and not just the royal families, but the people they govern as well. Queen Elizabeth I of England is a good example of this, for although she ruled without marrying and it was the Golden Age of England, the path to the throne was turbulent and there was still fear for the future. The Tudor dynasty died with her and the Stuart's took over when she named James VI her heir.

The reviewer brought up that Anna's children could be the heirs, but what if Anna ended up not having children? My point is, I don't believe it is farfetched for her council to be concerned.

The second point is the review seemed to think that because I wrote a heterosexual love story that I must believe this is the only viable type of love. That is simply ridiculous. I write heterosexual love stories because I am heterosexual and that is what I know. I, however, have friends and family who are in same sex relationships and marriages and I have never thought their love is somehow less or inferior to a heterosexual relationship. I think people care too much about such things and need to let it go. If you are in a same-sex or opposite sex relationship that brings you joy or fulfills you, then fabulous, more power to you, and I am pleased it brings you happiness. Now enough rambling, onward to the story!

A/N redox: The wedding ceremony is taken from my research into how they are conducted by the Church of Norway. It is a Christian ceremony and again if it bothers you then skip it. This is not a slight to those who practice other religions, but Elsa's coronation took place in what appeared to be a Christian church so it was safe to assume that her marriage would as well. I apologize for any inconsistencies.

Elsa and Josef: The Wedding and Wedding Night

By

Rogue Amazon Boo

Anna thought Elsa looked radiant.

She smiled as her sister slowly made her way down the aisle on Kristoff's arm. Her husband beamed proudly as he led the queen towards the bishop and her waiting husband to be. Anna's eyes shifted to Josef. Elsa's former advisor looked at her like she was the most stunning woman on earth. Anna looked back at her sister and sighed happily. Elsa probably was the most stunning woman on Earth at this moment.

Her dress was created by her magic. It was a mixture of her signature colors of blue and white with a shimmer train that danced with snowflakes. Her hair was in a coronate around her head and she wore her crown and no veil. The ice crystals in the, lower than was her custom, bodice glinted as the sunlight streamed through the stain glass windows and illuminated her.

Yes, there was no doubt about it, her sister was gorgeous.

Anna didn't think she looked too shabby herself, neither did Kristoff in his fancy new groomsman clothes. Still, all eyes were on her sister as she gracefully made her way towards the altar. Anna was giddy and was trying to not fidget, but she was so excited! Her sister was marrying the man she loved. She'd never thought this day would get here, but finally it was.

Anna was so proud and so happy that Elsa had found someone as meaningful as Josef to spend her life with. It made everything they had gone through to finally realize their feelings worth it. Elsa finally reached the front of the church and the bishop solemnly opened his bible and asked.

"Who gives this woman to this man to be married?"

Kristoff schooled his face and just as sincerely replied. "I do." He then handed her arm to Josef who looked as if he could fly. Elsa blushed at the stunned and adoring look her future husband was giving her. Kristoff smiled, fought the urge to nudge Josef, and stepped aside to take his place as best man.

Anna beamed at her sister and there were tears misting the corners of her eyes. Elsa looked happy as the Bishop started the ceremony.

"Dear Queen Elsa and Master Josef. You have come here to the High Church of Arendelle to be married. We are gathered here to rejoice with you. We shall hear your vows to each other and pray for God's blessing for you and your home. You have also asked to take part in the Eucharist when you start your life together as husband and wife. We will therefore celebrate a Wedding Mass, so that those who wish my join you at the Lord's Table on this day."

Josef and Elsa followed the bishop to the side where communion commenced as both the body and blood were offered first to the queen and Josef and next to Anna and Kristoff. Kristoff took part even if his beliefs leaned more towards the Shamanism practiced by his people.

Music played as they returned and the ceremony began in earnest. The assembly bowed to pray.

"Grace to you, and peace, from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. Amen."

The beginning of the ceremony was a lesson on God's love and the love between a husband and wife. Elsa smiled bemusedly at Josef as the bishop spoke, both anticipating their vows. Finally the bishop got to the next step.

"Come before the altar of the Lord, so that we may hear your vows to each other and pray for God's blessing on you and your home."

Josef and Elsa faced the altar.

"In the presence of God our Creator and before these witnesses, I ask you Josef: Will you take Elsa who stands beside you, as your wife?"

Josef's smile was huge. "I will."

The bishop nodded and continued. "Will you love and honor her and be faithful to her for better, for worse, until death do you part?"

His face grew serious as he drew himself up and answered. "I will."

The bishop turned to Elsa.

"Likewise I ask you. Elsa: Will you take Josef who stands beside you as your husband?"

Elsa's smile was soft and loving. "I will."

The bishop continued. "Will you love and honor and be faithful to him for better, for worse, until death do you part?"

She answered as solemnly as Josef had. "I will."

The bishop nodded. "Then join your hands as a sign of this."

The couple turned towards each other and reached for each other's hands. Josef gave Elsa's a reassuring squeeze and she released a nervous chuckle. They were grinning like fools.

"Now give each other the rings, which you shall wear as a sign of your vows of faithfulness."

Olaf made a happy sound and ran forward with a blue and white satin pillow. Josef took the white gold band ringed with diamonds and sapphires with shaking hands. He trembled as he slipped the band over the ring finger on Elsa's left hand. He couldn't help but be awed and humbled that she was wearing his ring.

Elsa's hand was much steadier as she slipped a less ornate version of her own ring on to his left hand. It was official, they belonged to each other. In perfect accord they repeated the vows of their faithfulness and partnership to be shared in equality.

The bishop laid his right hand over their joined once and announced.

"In the presence of God and before these witnesses you have promised each other that you will live together in matrimony, and have joined your hands as a sign of this. I therefore declare that you lawfully are husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Josef's grin turned rakish as he captured his wife's face in his hands and caressed her cheek with his thumb. She leaned into his touch, but her eyes held a warning not to get carried away. His grin turned even jauntier as he leaned in and captured her beautiful lips with his own. He parted them and lightly dipped his tongue in to taste her briefly before pulling away.

A slight blush stained her cheeks and her breathing was somewhat accelerated. Josef's grin was unrepentant as the bishop said his final blessings and the music started playing. Hand in hand, they recessed from the church, followed by the maid of honor and best man and Olaf. The little snowman was skipping and laughing.

It had been a beautiful ceremony.

Elsa danced close to her new husband, his body brushing against her own as his hands wandered lightly over the small of her back. She shivered partly nervous, and partly stimulated. The wedding reception was drawing to an end and soon they would retire for the evening. Elsa knew what was to come. She had a long talk with Anna, at her sister's insistence, about what to expect.

She was anticipating the night to come and fearful of it all at once. She felt her powers leak slightly and Josef shivered. She immediately brought them back under control and forced herself to breath slowly. This was what she was afraid of. Her nerves were drawn so tight she wasn't sure if she could control them. He must have sensed her anxiety, for he ran a soothing hand down her spine coming to rest at the small of her back. He pulled her closer and murmured.

"Easy, my love. It's going to be all right." She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed heavily. He tightened his embrace and she smiled.

"I'm sorry Josef, I'm trying not to be nervous." He made small circles with his palm and she relaxed into his embrace.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look today?" A smirk quirked her lips and her eyes danced.

"Only about fifty or so times." He chuckled and rested his forehead against hers.

"Well you do. I'm the luckiest man alive you know. I love you." Her smile was softer now, more genuine. "I love you too."

He pulled her close again. "If you're worried about later, don't be. We can go as slow as you need to, or we can even wait. After all, we have the rest of our lives Elsa. There is no rush." She pulled back suddenly, her face crimson.

"But don't you see? I-I want to be…intimate with you. I'm just worried." A perplexed frown pulled at his lips.

"Worried about what?" She looked away, but he gently caught her jaw in his hand, caressing the line of it with his thumb. "Elsa…worried about what." Her eyes were wide and there was a hint of fear in them.

"I-I'm worried I'll hurt you. Oh Josef, what if I can't control my powers? Anna says the feelings can be quite overwhelming sometimes."

Josef didn't dismiss her fears outright; he knew they were legitimate so he answered carefully.

"Elsa, I don't fear you or your powers. I know you love me and if I get a little frost burn here or there because you get a little…excited." He grinned quite lustfully here. "Then I'm willing to risk it."

She narrowed her eyes and whacked him soundly on the arm, his response was to pull her in close and capture her lips with his own. She sighed and sank into him, parting her lips at his coaxing so he could dip is tongue inside. She felt the slowly glide of it and fought back her moan. Josef was a very talented kisser. He pulled back before they could get too lost in each other. Elsa was still a little shy about public displays of affection, and had some very strict ideas about what was proper. He knew he could only take the kiss so far.

She laid her head on his shoulder again as they swayed. He felt her platinum hair tickle his nose and the scent of fresh winter snow teased his nostrils. He inhaled deeply. He loved her scent. He could get drunk off of it. He still couldn't believe she was his; this passionate, humorous, intelligent, compassionate woman who was also the ruler of a nation. He never thought he had a chance with her, and look at him now. He was hers and she was his, and they were together. It filled him with the kind of joy that made him dizzy.

She was so beautiful it hurt sometimes for him to look at her and he wanted her, needed her…loved her.

He knew she was nervous about the marriage bed and he wanted desperately to assuage her fears, but he wasn't kidding when he said they could wait. Josef never wanted to push his wife into anything she wasn't ready for, and she had many more reasons than the average blushing bride to be concerned about intimacy with her new husband. The waltz ended and husband and wife reluctantly pulled apart. Josef smiled and entwined their fingers as he took her hand. Soon they would cut the cake, be whisked away by their guests, and retire to their bridal chamber.

Josef gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. Silently telling Elsa that everything would be alright…she squeezed his fingers back. She, thankfully, believed him.