She wakes, and it's her first morning in an unfamiliar bed. Her sister slams open the door, frantic gestures, face intense, flitting in and out of the room.

Her first coffee (that morning) and it tastes nutty, aromatic, slightly bitter, strong. It tastes like home.

She sees the dress for the first time that day, hanging over the door of the closet, the first rays of the rising sun illuminating the beads and making them dance, like fireflies in the twilight.

The mirror reflects a beautiful bride, the first time she's seen herself bedecked in all of her wedding attire. Makeup painstakingly applied, hair plaited and pinned up, all lovingly attended to by her tearful sister.

A memento, an ornate box she's seeing for the first time. A ribbon of blue silk and a brooch studded with precious gems is contained inside. The sisters embrace with weepy eyes, the note with their mother's careful script falling to the floor.

From the window of the car she sees the church, not for the first time, but for the first time with these eyes, brimming with the knowledge of what is to come.

Clutching her sister's arm, her nerves making her shudder, the doors of the church opening, and she walks down the aisle for the first time.

She sees him, and it's the first time she's seen that look on him (but it won't be the last), a look of such intense adoration she feels like she might melt under the glare.

They exchange words for the first time that they've carefully constructed, but it's not the first time they've shared the connotation of those words. Rings are exchanged, and their ring fingers display bands of gold for the first time.

The first time they hear the words binding them together, and she almost loses herself in the depths of emotion swimming in his brown eyes. He takes her hand for the first time as husband and wife, and the warmth she feels washes over her, permeating her soul.

They kiss, their first as they are now bound, his lips touching hers conveying something new, something beyond love, beyond vows and obligation- an unspoken promise of forever, of belonging, of being as one.

Facing their loved ones, faces flushed, they walk back down the aisle for the first time united as one.

Inside a gilded hall they greet guests with welcoming words, their shoulders pressed together, a unified presence.

Hands clasped together, they enter the hall as they are announced for the first time as mister and missus. He leads her onto the dance floor, face flushed, heart pounding, for their first dance.

She places her hands on his shoulders, looks deeply into his brown eyes. The first notes of the song begin, and her dress swishes as he leads her carefully across the floor, their gold bands glinting in the soft light.

He dances for the first time with his new bride, and although they've danced many times before, this time he is trembling, his palms sweaty.

She glances at him through thick lashes, and in her intense blue eyes there is trust, acceptance, understanding, and unconditional love. For the first time in his life, everything falls into place, like the pieces of a puzzle.

Later that night, when the final dance is done, the last candle extinguished, the remaining lingering guests ushered out, they retire to the plush comfort of the substantial hotel bed, falling into each other's arms in an exhausted heap.

Anna wraps her arms around her new husband, and the sigh that escapes her lips conveys so much. Kristoff tightens his hold around her just a fraction, but it's enough. She closes her eyes as she almost unwillingly surrenders to sleep, bittersweet and hopeful at the close of this day, the first of many more to come, with somebody by her side.