Everything was arranged-the invitations were sent out, the food was prepared and stored, and the attire was being made. The wedding of Elsa of Arendelle and Hans of the Southern Isles was to take place. Hans, on the one hand, was excited to finally be a king. Elsa, on the other hand, was terrified of the idea of her becoming a queen. Although this marriage had been expected for 10 years, and although Hans and Elsa had met before, she still had no idea what would happen after the wedding.
Elsa brushed her hair slowly while staring somberly into the mirror. Her frosty blonde hair was down to her waist, and full of life and volume. She pinned it into a neat bun with a twist on the left side, and then pinned her veil in. She demanded that no one, not even her young sister Anna, was to see her until she came down the isle. She glanced over to her snow white wedding dress with snowflake lining on the sleeves and a ruffled trail. "How am I going to be a Queen?" she mumbled sadly. But she put on with the little confidence she had. After she finished slipping on the dress, she put on her silk gloves to conceal her secret power. "Conceal, don't feel. Put on a show." She looked into the mirror one last time, just to see if everything looked right. As she looked in the mirror, she said negatively, "You look pretty enough." And she went to the frost-covered door, opened it slowly, and headed to her wedding downstairs.
Hans, in the finest cloth of his kingdom, wore his father's Medal of Honor. He stood proudly at one end of the isle, Elsa almost at the other. Elsa slowed down her steps and reached the door. She tried to look at Hans, who looked so much more handsome and mature than the last time she saw him 10 years ago. She gazed around at all the guests with her eyes at she walked down the isle. Once she reached the end of the isle, she linked hands with Hans, and looked straight into his eyes. She tried so hard to smile and show even the littlest affection, but she could show nothing. The archbishop spoke in his almost monotone voice, but she didn't pay attention. Instead of meeting eyes with anyone, Elsa just stared out the window; watching the frost form on the pane. Everything else was drowned out, and as she stared, she noticed how the frost shifted shapes-from a snowflake to a bunny to a flower. Then Hans leaned in as if to kiss her, but she leaned away.
"Is something wrong?" Hans asked.
Elsa flushed with embarrassment, "Uh… I… well…" And she ran out of the church.
Anna was Elsa's younger sister, even though the two hadn't really talked-or made eye contact-in years. Anna witnessed the wedding, and from the start she knew something was wrong. Elsa wasn't one to show feelings, but she didn't blink once! After the bride ran out, Anna followed, but she had a tiny bit of doubt that something bad was to happen.
"Elsa!" Anna cried, "Slow down!"
Elsa turned around to see her 16-year-old sister in her pastel pink bridesmaid gown with flower braided into her hair. "Just go. Tell everyone I wasn't ready for this."
"Yes you are! You just need to have the courage to do it."
"Well, I don't."
There was silence between the sisters. Neither one moved or blinked, trying so hard to figure the other one out; trying to decipher what the other was thinking. Finally, Anna sighed, "Fine-I'll go and tell them that you need a moment-"
"No", Elsa interrupted, "tell them that the wedding is off."
Without saying a word, Anna went back t the church to break the news. She was so disappointed in Elsa! She always ran away from her problems. Now she ran away from a chance to finally have someone to help her open up. That wasn't going to happen. It was never going to happen.
