He didn't think he'd be so nervous. After all, he was used to these kinds of things, having a big family and all. But standing there at the altar, waiting not so patiently for his wife-to-be to finally walk through the church's doors, was really . Next to him, he could hear his Ma and best friend chuckling at his nervous anctics.
"Stop laughing!" he mumbles through gritted teeth, finally turning his head to the duo. His Ma smiled softly at him, quickly apologizing. He tries to shake it off, but the look she was giving him wasn't making him any less nervous. She looked so proud of him, so unquestionably happy that his stomach couldn't help but flip again.
"You don't need to be so nervous, dear. It's not like she'll run away," she tries to soothe him in a calming voice.
"Even if she did, you'd still have us!" pops up his best friend, a huge smirk on his face. Kristoff scowls at him, his nerves sky-rocketing in an instant. His Ma seems to notice it, though, for she slaps Sven in the arm and reprimands him.
"And you, young man," she says, turning to Kristoff. He recognizes the tone immediately. It's the one she always used when scolding him and his siblings, "Stop scowling! This is supposed to be a happy occasion, the day you finally get married to your one true love. You should enjoy it," she waves her finger at him, her other hand planted firmly on her hip.
He looks down at his shoes, feeling like a child again, "Yes, Ma"
And at that moment, the wedding song comes up. He straightens up immediately, folding his hands in front of him and looking straight forward. The church's doors open slowly, revealing the redhead standing behind them, her arm wrapped around her father's. He's certain he's never seen such beautiful thing in his entire life, and he can't help the goofy smile that takes over his lips. She looks around at the guests, smiling politely at them before finally looking at him. And their eyes lock. His mirror her own, so full of love and life and everything good, everything pure.
In what looked like too long, but at the same time not long enough, she was standing next to him, her father handing her with a smile and a 'Treat her well', to which Kristoff only nodded numbly. With her hand in his, he knew that that was just the beginning, the promise of what's to come.