They stood in the falling snow, surrounded by the palace guards, workmen and all of Arendale. A crisp wind breezed through and one of them shivered.

"Are you alright?" The fair skinned one asked, reaching a hand up and cupping the other's face.

"I'm f-f-fine," the other responded, teeth chattering. "Elsa, I know you wanted a winter wedding. Believe me I totally get it, but...it's freezing out here."

"If you're to cold, we could move it inside. It's not a problem."

"No! I m-mean, no." Anna smiled softly. "If it's a winter wedding you want, than it's a winter wedding you shall get." The princess motioned to her outfit, playfully twirling her braided pigtails. "I'm bundled up and ready to go."

"Are you sure?" Because it's-"

"Elsa..." Anna clasped the snow queen's hands in hers, holding the other's gaze. "It's totally fine. There's nowhere else I'd rather be and no one else I'd rather be doing this with."

"Good."

"Are you finally ready?" The rock troll looked between the pair. "I can only perform this ceremony if you are both ready."

The two squeezed each other's hands before looking at the troll, giving a collective nod in affirmation.

Grand Pabbie smiled. "And now, by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you wife and wife." He looked at the Snow Queen. "Elsa, you may now kiss your bride; Anna, you may kiss your bride."

And with a passion that few onlookers in Arendale had ever seen, two sisters kissed in the middle of the falling snowflakes, united by the same ice and snow that had once driven them apart.