Prompt: Do one where Anna and Kristoff get married please?
Anna's stomach was full of butterflies as she smoothed the fabric of her skirt out. She was scared out of her mind. What had she been thinking when she said yes? What was wrong with her? She couldn't do this. She could not do this.
"I can't do this," she voiced her thoughts to her sister, who was standing behind her, helping her with the corset strings on the back of her dress. "I can't do this, Elsie."
Elsa chuckled softly. "Yes, you can. You've been waiting for this moment for years now, don't even try to deny it." Anna chuckled half-heartedly as Elsa finished tightening the strings and tied them up neatly before turning her sister to face her, putting a finger under her chin to lift her face up so she had to meet her eyes. "It's normal to be nervous on the morning of your wedding. I imagine most women are, anyways." She shrugged a bit, but smiled and leaned forward to kiss her sister's forehead, keeping her sister's face held gently in her hands. "You're going to be just fine. I'll be right behind you, maid of honour, and whatnot," she reminded her soothingly. "And you know that Kristoff is going to be happy to be there with you, too."
Anna tried her best to smile, but her bottom lip wobbled as her eyes began to fill with tears. Elsa frowned and immediately pulled her into a hug. "Oh, Anna, sweetheart…" She let her sister bury her face in the crook of her neck as she cried. Elsa moved to sit down on the edge of the bed, gathering Anna into her arms as she whimpered. They stayed like that for a while as Anna sobbed quietly until her tears died down into quiet hiccups. "Come now, Anna, what's the matter?" Elsa looked down at her, brushing a stray curl from her sister's eyes.
"I-I'm just s-so… sc-scared and n-nervous and h-happy all at once and I think I'm gonna explode!" Anna wailed, burying her face back in the crook of Elsa's neck.
Elsa couldn't help but chuckle softly as she rubbed her sister's back. "You will notexplode." She fell silent when she heard another whimpering sob from Anna. "Anna… My dear little sister, sit up, and let me explain things to you," she offered, but Anna didn't budge. "Anna, really…" She stayed where she was and Elsa sighed, moving to stroke Anna's hair comfortingly. "Alright, I'll tell you from here, then. I know you're feeling all of these emotions at once, and I know it's scary. It's scary because your entire life is changing and you aren't sure what's going to happen, or if this is going to really end well or not. It's normal to be afraid when your life changes so drastically. But you're going to bemarried," she reminded her, noting that Anna's quiet sobbing had at least been silenced. "Surely you're more happy and excited about that than scared and nervous, right?"
Anna nodded against Elsa's neck and, with a heavy sigh, sat up, moving to wipe her eyes on her arm, but stopping when Elsa shook her head and offered her her handkerchief. She blew her nose noisily before taking a deep breath and looking up at her sister. "Yes, of course I'm excited, it's just… It's all…"
"Overwhelming?" Elsa offered and Anna nodded. "I know it is. But it's going to be okay. The wedding ceremony is going to be beautiful, and Kristoff is going to be so happy to finally be your husband, and everything is going to go perfectly, I promise."
Anna nodded and, after a second, threw her arms around her sister again. "Will you walk me down the aisle?" she whispered out of nowhere.
Elsa paused, taken aback by the sudden question, but nodded almost instantaneously as she returned her hug. "Of course, Anna. Of course."
Kristoff stood at the altar, nervously alternating between keeping his hands behind his back, and folding them in front of him. He couldn't believe this was about to happen, after so much time waiting. He was beyond happy, and a little nervous as well. He had grown up alone in the mountains with trolls, what if he was no good at taking care of Anna? What if he did everything wrong? And what would he do if or when they had a baby? He wasn't sure he'd know how to handle that. Hopefully, Anna would help him along the way. She seemed to know more about things like that than he did.
Kristoff was torn from his thoughts as he heard the organ start to play the wedding march. With a deep breath, he turned to the entrance to the room, and the breath was nearly knocked out of him. Anna looked gorgeous. Absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous. Her simple white dress was fitted in the bodice area, but then fell in gentle pleats around her waist. Her hair was done up in a bun similar to the one she'd worn during Elsa's coronation, her small tiara nestled in amongst her strawberry blonde hair. She happened to look up and catch Kristoff's eye, and she blushed, making Kristoff, in turn, blush, as well, as his grin widened.
Anna averted her gaze just as she managed to stumble, but Elsa kept her steady, her arm looped through hers as they walked. Elsa caught Anna's eye, silently telling her it was okay as they walked together up the aisle. The train of Elsa's dress, which was not all that unlike the one she'd worn in her ice palace, was significantly shorter than Anna's. Anna didn't normally like her dresses to have trains, but Elsa had managed to convince her just this once to go out of her comfort zone. Anna had begrudgingly accepted, and Elsa was proud. She thought her sister had never looked more beautiful than she did right now.
Everyone looked on in silence as Elsa led her sister up to the altar, turning to her and hugging her as they reached the front. "You're going to be okay, I promise," she whispered before pulling back and stepping to the side, where she could take over her maid of honour duties.
With a small smile, Anna turned back around to face Kristoff, who was watching her with the most loving expression she had ever seen. She felt her cheeks go hot again, and knew she must be turning ten different shades of red. She ducked her head bashfully as they stood together in front of the priest.
Kristoff couldn't take his eyes off of her. She looked so beautiful, more precious than any jewel he could think of, and he was so glad that he could call her his own in just mere minutes. The sound of a clearing throat from behind Anna shook Kristoff out of his thoughts. He looked over to see Elsa motioning with her head, nodding towards the priest. Oops. Apparently, he was supposed to be saying something. With a sheepish grin, Kristoff looked back to the priest and asked him to repeat himself, please.
Anna giggled. Typical Kristoff. He never paid attention. But Anna had to admit, she was having trouble paying attention, too. Kristoff was looking rather handsome today. And she'd be able to call him her husband soon! That was more exciting than scary, Elsa had been right about that. With a soft smile, she looked up at Kristoff as she repeated what the priest had asked her, too, her eyes never leaving Kristoff's as they exchanged rings.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. Mr. Bjorgman, you may kiss your bride."
Anna beamed as she looked up at Kristoff. It was practically official now, they just had to kiss in front of… an entire room full of dignitaries and her sister, and… maybe this was going to be harder than she thought.
But then Kristoff gently took her face in his hand, leaned down and kissed her, and everything seemed to melt away. The kiss was soft and sweet and loving and gentle, and the most perfect, innocent kiss she had ever experienced. She smiled as she pulled away, her cheeks flushing once again as the guests all began to applaud. She looked back at Elsa, who was smiling, tears in her eyes as she watched her little sister. When she noticed she had caught Anna's gaze, she grinned and mouthed, "I told you so" to her.
Anna couldn't help but laugh softly as she turned back to look at Kristoff. Her husband. Elsa was right. Starting a new chapter in her life was completely scary, terrifying, and altogether overwhelming, but she knew that she could do it, as long as she had her husband and her sister by her side the entire way.