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Rehearsal.
I stared right into astonishingly happy bright topaz colored eyes after we finished repeating what the old man had told us to and the mock kiss we shared was one of those where I teasingly swung my fiancé around, dipping her low before connecting our lips. Which left our small audience applauding like maniacs. Dorks. I couldn't help but think, even though I just did something dork-ish, but Elsa loved it so who was I to say anything more?
Surprisingly, I got through the majority of the rehearsal without stumbling over myself too much and luckily, the actual ceremony wasn't going to be all in balls out with a huge crowds and escorts. It would be, as Marshall so elegantly put it, small but meaningful. Yeah, if you consider catering and a live band at the Wolfenstein's estate immediately following the ceremony 'small' then okay. I'd suggested that we should have just had the ceremony there too and they began playfully assaulting me, telling me that I should have said something beforehand. Now they want my input. Sheesh!
If it were up to me, we'd be married already. But, seeing this as a life long decision, not to mention, nearly every girl's dream, I decided to go with the flow. If Elsa was happy, then so was I. Plus, I'd already asked if this is what she imagined her wedding to be like and she didn't disagree. Remembering that particular day had me grin deviously at Elsa, whose face grew a cute pink color when she caught on, letting me know she knew just what I was thinking about. Now I understood how she felt when she gave me that innocent smirk of hers. You're mine.
"We need to talk." Kristoff said as he took my hand, yanking me from my slowly-but-surely turning pervy thoughts, and lead me away from the others as they huddled around Elsa asking her about her ring and other junk. I would have been concerned about leaving Elsa by herself, but since Marshall was with her, I allowed my wall of a friend to take me aside. Once we were out of earshot, he stopped and when he clearly didn't know what to say or how to say it, I frowned.
"What's up?" I asked, getting a little nervous since he didn't get like that often.
"Um-" Kristoff looked at me and I bit my inner cheek. Don't tell me it's about that blade-loving fiend! I swear if he shows up at this rehearsal I'm gonna put a cap in his ass! I will-
"I'mgoingtoaskher." The gym coach said quickly as his face instantly burned bright red.
W-wha? Just like that, my dark thoughts ceased. "Massacre? What? I didn't even hear what you said." I said, raising my brow curiously at him. He grumbled about something, staring at the ground as if it would manifest and help him say something meaningful.
"I-I'm going to ask Marshall." Now he was whispering like said woman was right next to him. Sheesh.
"To...marry you?" I tried quizzically. When his ears burned a little brighter, so did my mood. "Well, it's about damn time! We've known her forever and-" the rest of my happy thoughts were muffled by his big hand when he inevitably smothered me for talking too loud.
"Shut it, woman! N-not- I'm not gonna ask her to m-marry me." He muttered, letting go of my face.
"Girlfriend?" I shoved him for good measure. "Is she going to be your Princess Lea?"
"Yes. Wait- no- Anna! Be serious." He stammered.
"Easy, spaz. You're starting to sound like me." I snorted and put a hand to his shoulder for comfort. It really was about time he asked her for something more than friendship and from what I could see, she liked him too. The Nerds just needed to hook it up! Kristoff gave me a grin right before scooping me up in a hug so fierce, I felt the air leave my lungs.
"I can't believe you're actually getting married." Came his excited tone, but when he set me back on my feet, he gave me a stern look. "But you're sure this is what you want? This isn't just another good deed for Elsa, is it?"
"Good deed?" My face fell instantly and I caught his shoulders dropping a little when he realized what he'd said. "What is she, chopped liver?" I crossed my arms. Does he really think I'm pitying her? "Everything I've done is for that woman. I love her and I wouldn't have it any other way."
"I-I'm sorry, that sounded really arrogant of me. I didn't mean to make it sound like you were doing all of this out of pity, I was-" Kristoff stuttered over himself and I couldn't stop the pleased grin from capturing my lips. Idiot.
"Kristoff, settle down. I get you." I tousled his hair like a child's. "Now let's get back to the party and get this biz over with so I can finally have my girl all to myself."
He nodded in agreement before lifting me up and behind him for a piggy back ride back to the rehearsal.
The Big Day.
Okay, okay, breathe girl. BREATHE! I choked on an intake of breath, forgetting about trying to make myself do something that should have been natural. But, my goddess was I nervous! Toilet, I need a toilet, a bush, a porta-potty, something! I'm gonna hurl! I yelped when I felt a smack to the back of my head but when I immediately turned around to yell at whoever had the nerve to hit me, no one was there. What the-
"Down here, Murdock!" Small hands harshly cupped my cheeks and pulled me down almost to my knees, but knowing I was wearing white pants and white gloves, I miraculously caught myself before the shorter woman could even force me to them. Though, she didn't seem to care as she narrowed her eyes at me in concentration like she was conjuring my third eye. "So, I let you figure out your own wedding clothes and this is what you chose?"
SHE let me choose? I snorted at her but when she continued to stare pointedly at me, I felt my face start to warm up. "I- wha- h-hey I didn't even-
"Ah, it doesn't matter. Stand up!" She let go and I eagerly sprung to my feet. The last thing I needed was to dirty my white apparel. Okay breathe- yeah, forget that. "So this wasn't your idea?" She lifted up the coat tail, examining my posterior and I wanted to jump away from her. W-whoa! This time, my face adorned a dark blush.
"N-no, but I-I like how it looks on me." I bit my lip nervously. Either way, I'm not about to go change-
"It's brilliant!" She slapped my stomach appreciatively, making me flinch. At least it wasn't my ass. "You make it work, even your hair is done-up perfectly!" Stepping back she crossed her arms with a pleased cat-like grin on her face. "Looks like I have a rival, when it comes to dressing you."
"Uh, well i-it was Marshall-"
"MARSHALL!" She chuckled sinisterly and I looked around to see if anybody had noticed me talking to her. (Or, you know, her screaming at me.) "Even if she did manage to make you stunning, your Better Half is going to bring everyone to their knees! I've completely outdone myself and I will never make something as extraordinary as it again." She smirked. "That is how all of my dresses are, by the way." Ms. Mode made her way back toward the chairs that were neatly set up in front of an alter. Leaving me to myself.
Now I really wanted to see Elsa's dress. I licked my dry lips. This was it. Today is the day that Elsa will belong to me and only me! I felt my hands begin to sweat in my gloves in anticipation. It was a shame that I didn't even get to really see her this morning. If anything, I could have used her calming touch right about now. Looking around I saw some familiar faces and some not so familiar, but all were milling around, chatting with each other in their seats, the Reverend was rereading his notes, and my mother was basically running in and out of the portable dressing room, where my fiancé was. Knowing Elsa, she could have gotten ready on her own. Preferred it even.
"Today's the day, buddy!" An arm wrapped around my shoulder and pulled me into a sideways hug that was incredibly mindful of my hair.
"Yeah, it is." I took a shaky breath. Kristoff was in a fancy tux that had hints of green in it, courtesy of my parents and it was decided that he would be the ring bearer too. Once we got there and once Marshall saw Elsa's dress, (I still wasn't able to see it because Ms. Mode had been there to shoo me away.) she immediately went to get a different dress for herself, saying that she had the perfect one that would match Elsa's. "I'm so damn nervous." I wrung my gloved hands.
"Why? You think she's gonna pull a Runaway Bride?" He asked teasingly as he readjusted the medals on the front of my over coat.
"No. I know she wouldn't do that but-"
"Hey you, I have a gift for you." Marshall appeared out of nowhere in a deep sapphire colored halter topped dress that cut off at the knees, showing off her pretty legs and Kristoff sputtered.
"Wha- but the gifts aren't supposed to be-" I tried to set her straight but she had already begun hauling me away.
"Yeah, yeah, shut up and come with me." She grinned deviously at me as we stopped at her car. "Here! You have to wear it, or I swear I will put it on you myself."
In my hands, I choked on thin air as my face grew even more red than my hair at Marshall's so-called gift. "Have you gone insane?!" I dropped the box, making her snicker as she retrieved it. "I can't wear that!"
"You have to. Don't make me do it because I will!" She immediately reached for my belt and I slapped her hands away
"I am not wearing a strap-on!" I whispered harshly. Marshall's green eyes were aglow with amusement.
"I'm pretty sure Elsa will like it. She'll love it." The green eyed girl drawled, pressing the box into my stomach pointedly. "Plus I have another gift to add to this belt."
"Great. Another-" I cleared my throat both awkwardly and arrogantly "sword?" Crossing my arms I glared at her. I was just thinking about a strap-on not too long ago, but wearing it? Right the fuck now? It's gonna look like I have a- my thoughts cut off when Marshall brought out a sword. Like and actual sword. "I-is that real?" My eyes widened as she unsheathed it and the blade shimmered in the sunlight.
"Sure is. Your mom and I put our heads together and came up with this at the last minute." She again sheathed it and snorted. "Oh, and don't worry, I got your silicone sword by myself."
"That's not funny." I mumbled, taking both the box and the sword. "Fine. I could use your help with the real sword. The other one I can do alone." I grasped her shoulders, pulling her closer and growling dangerously at her. "I'm going to make you do something very embarrassing for your wedding. Best believe that."
"Bring it, girlie. I can handle anything you give me." She all but moaned and I pushed her away before people got the wrong idea. I told her she was an idiot before yanking her to the restrooms so we could secure my...additions.
"Stop making it so obvious!" Marshall hit my arm as I shifted uncomfortably, knowing the front of my pants adorned a slight bulge.
"I can't help that it feels like I'm about to poke someone's eye out!" I bit my lip and tried to be stealthy about checking my groin out. I'm going to murder her. Marshall giggled at me and just as luck would have it, Kristoff happened to see me trying to adjust it so it would be even more obvious than it already was.
"Holy fuck, didja get a sex change from Marshall as a gift?" He clapped a hand on my shoulder a bit more roughly than he would have if he wasn't teasing me about suddenly being masculine. Marshall then gave him the low down and I just about smashed their heads together when my mother came to tell us that it was time. Now I can't take it off even if I wanted to. I begrudgingly fell into step behind them to get in line. Sweet Odin, am I a dumbass or am I a dumbass?!
"Just to let you know. I really hate the two of you right now." I grumbled at the two who were giggling at me like a couple of hyena's. Bitches.
"Actually, you look damn sexy!" Marshall turned so she could straighten my already straight overcoat. "And that's coming from a girl who is straight as the day is long." She grinned at me before letting her eyes fall.
"Hey, my eyes are up here, perve." I snapped my fingers in her face and Kristoff raised an amused eyebrow at her, telling her she better not be checking me out when Elsa was around. She playfully smacked him and when the song began to play she looped their arms, ready to walk.
I gulped, sweating in my boots. Was it just me or was it ridiculously hot today? A kiss to my cheek brought me out of my thoughts and I turned into a back-breaking hug from my mom. "I'm so happy for you, dear! You look so fetchingly handsome." There were already tears in her eyes and the whole deal hadn't even started yet.
"Thanks mom. Is Elsa okay with dad walking her down the aisle?" Not like there was any time left to fret about it.
"Of course she is. Now, you just get your butt up there." Mom sniffled. "Oh, and if you need to use the sword as a crutch for when you see your Future, I suggest you do so with dignity, or have Kristoff catch you." She beamed. I rolled my eyes, thinking that I really needed to see this dress every one was swooning over. I wanna swoon! "That's your cue, dear. Go!" She gently pushed me but I felt like I was about to do a face plant.
Here we go. I was born ready! My breathing steadily increased as I stood at the end of the aisle. Kristoff and Marshall were already standing in their respective spots and all that was left was Elsa and I. Holding my head high, ignoring the playful looks those two idiots were giving me and finally forgetting about what I was hiding under my pants, I began the trek to the great divide. Not really, idiot. To the land where milk flows like honey- wait, what? That didn't even- Hey, when- how did I get here so fast? I suddenly found myself standing in front of Kristoff and the Reverend.
"Lookin' good. I don't think anybody noticed your extra sword." Kristoff whispered and I tossed him a glare, telling him to shut up as the next song began. When it started, everyone rose to their feet and turned, awaiting my bride. My bride. I bit my lip as a million images flew through my head at how she would look. Would she be afraid? Indifferent? Would I look in to apprehensive eyes?
"Oh, when you smile at me, you know exactly what you do..."
My breath caught in my throat.
"Baby, don't pretend that you don't know it's true. 'Cause you can see it when I look at you."
There she was. My limbs went numb, my throat dried up, my vision went into a tunnel as I caught her topaz eyes that immediately relaxed when she saw me there. For her.
"And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times, it's you. It's you, you make me sing."
Her dress looked like ice. There was no other way to describe it. It hugged her body like a second skin, showing off just how goddess-like her curves were. It glittered in the sunlight. It complimented her eyes so well that they seemed to reflect the dress itself. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever laid eyes on and Ms. Mode wasn't wrong that it was a masterpiece she'd only create once in this lifetime.
"You're every line."
I wasn't paying attention to that dress or how it just was Elsa. Just her. I'd fallen in love all over again with her.
"You're every word."
My eyes beheld insanely happy blue irises as she allowed my dad to kiss her cheek. He whispered something in her ear, winked at me and left her in front of me.
"'You're everything.'" Having heard that song before, I mouthed the last two words to my beautiful, in Ms. Mode's words, Better Half. She bit her bottom lip as a series of emotions swam through her eyes and the biggest was eagerness.
"Marriage is a beautiful thing-" I heard the old man start, but soon his words fell away as Elsa looked shyly to my feet. My feet and then up a bit more. W-wait don't- I bit my inner cheek as I saw blue eyes widen as they immediately glued to the bulge in my pants. Hearing Kristoff fail miserably at hiding his laugh, made Marshall's face screw up in a pained look as she held in her laugh, and my face turned several colors as I watched desire begin to swirl in those icy depths. F-fucking Marshall!
"M-Miss. Wilder?"
Elsa quickly snapped her head to the Reverend, nearly embarrassed that she'd had to ask him to repeat himself, though I managed to pick up the slight huskiness in her voice. Looks like we'll be occupying the dressing room again real soon. I shut up my internal pervert when I heard him repeat, "Elsa Wilder, do you take Anna Murdock to be yours? From today and onward, through it all, no matter what, as long as you both shall live?"
"I do." She answered without the slightest hint of hesitation as I took her ring from Kristoff and slid it on her finger.
"Anna Murdock." I straightened at my name, not missing Elsa's eyes give me a quick once over before staring at my face. "Do you take Elsa to be yours? From this day forth, through sickness and in health? For richer or for poorer? Till death do you part, so help you god?"
"I do." I grinned at her and removed my glove so she could put my ring on my finger.
"Then my the power invested in me, I pronounce you Wife and Wife. You may kiss." He was astonishingly unbiased by our same gender-ness. Guess that's why my parents hired him. Anyway-
"Come here." I nearly growled at Elsa, yanking her to me and smashing my lips to hers. Mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck, instantly deepening the kiss and making everyone either cheer or give wolf whistles. Mine. She's finally mine. Elsa broke for air and promptly buried her face in my neck as tears escaped her pretty blue eyes.
"I love you so much, Anna." She sobbed when I returned her hug as fiercely as I could without making her uncomfortable.
"I love you more. And I will until I die." I whispered into her ear, meaning every single word.
Everybody jostled around us, but I held firmly to my bride. We may have been separated all morning, but there was no way she was getting out of my sight now. Elsa clung to me too, so I knew she was thinking the exact same thing. So, together we smiled and waved, but I knew she was waiting for the right moment to escape with me in order to try out my new silicone sword. It was written all over her face as she very stealthily (unlike me) checked me out and positively eye-fucked me as Kristoff and I stood for pictures.
"Just you wait, baby." I whispered to her as we stood for our pictures. A rumble came from her throat when she grabbed my face and fused our lips together, not caring that the others were telling us to 'smile' and whatnot. Hands down, it was the best day of my life. Ever!
And I get to kiss you, baby, just because I can. Whatever comes our way, we'll see it through. And you know that's what our love can do. So la la la...
A/N: I asked a few questions about some of that junk (because I'm smart like that *cough*sarcasm-cuz-I-don't-know-sh!t-about-weddings*cough*) and my own mother thought I was going to get married. I-I mean, as Anna I did, but- yeah, nevermind. ^^ Anyway, Tootles~