A/N: Sorry for taking so long to update! Life got in the way :( Thank you for the support and reviews :)
Edit: Wow, I was tired. I have gone through and fixed several major typos and malapropisms.
Hans adjusted his coat for what was likely the fiftieth time that morning. As a naval officer he was to be wed in his uniform; a uniform that had been made just for the occasion. He examined himself in the mirror and despite his initial reservations about the adjustments the seamstress had made he was forced to admit nothing had ever fit him better than that uniform. All the medals and awards hung from his chest; including a duplicate of the one he had given Elsa. His hat was made of the same alabaster material as the rest and the white ostrich plumes that rest in it were specially chosen by his mother for their pallor and fullness.
On the bed rested his gloves. He picked them up and hesitated to put them on. Tonight would be the first time he had willingly removed them in the presence of another person that wasn't for a life or death reason; ropes slipped easier against silk than skin. His eyes focused past the gloves to the bed he had slept in the previous night. Tonight he would share a bed with Elsa the queen of Arendelle, the most powerful woman he had ever known. His heart began to race and he jumped when Queen Adelaide opened the door. She stood in the doorway with her hands folded and pressed to lips, tears welling up. She slowly walked to him and unnecessarily brushed his epaulettes, "You're beautiful." Hans smiled and lifted a handkerchief from the dresser to wipe both his eyes and his mother's.
"Does it look alright? Should I change anything?" Elsa asked her sister.
Anna laughed, "You look amazing." Anna and Rapunzel's ice blue silk a-line dresses had bateau necklines edged with pale crystals that matched the ones that formed triangles with ascending points along the edge of the skirt.
Elsa's snowy a-line dress had a moderate train. Over the shimmering skirt lay a layer of ice lace that continued up the bodice to the sweetheart neckline that was embellished with ice cut like diamonds that caught the light with her every movement. Her hair was scattered with snowflakes, braided like rope and coiled behind her head; her veil of frost hung over the coiled braid and trailed just behind the train of the dress.
"Is everything set? Is everybody here? The rings. Where are the rings?" Hans started to hyperventilate.
"Relax," Gemma chuckled as she put her hand on his shoulder, "Gerda has them. She's getting Jens and Gita ready."
"Wow, you clean up nice," Eugene said as he entered the room. He circled Hans, looking him over, "Seriously, if I was into men," he elbowed Hans in the side and winked.
Hans rolled his eyes and grinned, "Remember, you're the one who kissed me," Eugene's eyes widened and his cheeks coloured, "And I thought you didn't have a thing for redheads."
"We agreed to never talk about that," Eugene hissed through clenched teeth.
"Wait," Gemma was entirely confused, "What happened?"
"Nothing! Nothing happened!" They responded in unison.
Hans could feel his hands starting to sweat within his gloves as he stood in the front of the chapel. Everyone had been seated and his officers now lined the aisle facing one another with their swords hanging from their belts. He really couldn't believe this was happening, his heart felt as though it would beat out his chest, he was about to be wed. He was about to be wed to a woman who ripped open the ice of her harbor just to see him, the woman who had never given up on him even after he had given up on himself, the woman who… His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a bow gliding across the strings of a cello. He turned to see Rapunzel and Eugene slowly walking down the aisle towards him. His mouth went dry. Klaus and Anna were next to approach. He was starting to feel light headed. Brigitta walked down next throwing white rose petals in her wake. He took in a deep breath and raised his gaze to see his bride. She didn't look real. She looked as though she had been formed from the essence of winter; as if she had been created from a snow cloud as she entered the room. There was a hushed gasp as the queen entered the hall. A gasp Hans never heard.
He resisted blinking as long as he could for fear that in that brief instant she would disappear or the very breeze from his eyelashes would blow her away.
The priest had been talking for some time, but he hadn't heard a word lost in the eyes of his beloved Elsa. Klaus nudged him just in time, "Do you, Hans Gregor Albrecht Brynjolf Westerguard, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
"I do," he said with dreamy smile on his face.
"Do you, Elsa Astrid Rane Aren, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
"I do," he had never seen her shine so brightly.
"The rings," Jens stood between them and proudly held the white pillow that held the rings. Hans slowly slipped the ring her finger with his shaking hands. He removed the glove from his left hand long enough for her to slip the ring on before immediately putting it back on, "I now pronounce you husband and wife," he smiled at Hans, "you may kiss the bride," Hans lifted his hand to her cheek, closed his eyes and lightly kissed her.
"Officers, draw swords!" Admiral Ansgar ordered from the far end of the left line of officers. In one fluid motion the officers drew their swords and formed an arched pathway, "invert swords!" the swords were flipped so the cutting edges faced the ceiling.
Elsa took Hans' arm and they walked beneath the arch only to be stopped as Ansgar and the officer across from him lowered his sword. Elsa looked at Hans with confusion then gave a start as the flat side of Lieutenant Dahl's sword swatted her backside, "Welcome to the Navy," Dahl said with a smile.
"Carry swords!" Ansgar ordered as soon as Elsa and Hans had cleared the aisle and the officers sheathed their weapons, "Rear Face! Forward March!"
He tapped Kai on the shoulder, the men exchanged a smile, and Kai bowed as Hans took Elsa's hand, "You don't even look real," Hans said as he guided her along the floor, "I know I'm going to wake up any moment," he made a slight grimace as Elsa' stepped on his foot, "Well that felt real."
"I'm so sorry! Are you alright?"
"If you didn't step on my feet when we danced I would have even more trouble believing you're not a mystical creature fashioned purely out of winter's splendor."
She blushed, rolled her eyes and shyly smiled, "never stop saying things like that."
"I don't believe I could if I wanted to, your majesty," realization washed over her as she rested her head on his shoulder. "You've never called me that because I'm a queen, have you?"
He chuckled slightly, "I'm honestly surprised it took you this long to figure that out," he smiled when he noticed the music change and softly sang into her ear.
So this is love…
Hans stood with Klaus and Istvan, but wasn't listening to any of the conversation. He smiled to himself as he watched Elsa repeatedly apologize to his father for stepping on his feet as they danced. At the edge of his peripheral vision he caught his next eldest brother. His eyes narrowed as he turned his gaze to Reinvald. He stood away from the crowd conversing with Priscilla. Hans expected to see a scowl on his face given how desperately he had tried to prevent this marriage, but he looked on the verge of tears. Priscilla appeared concerned as she held his hand and rubbed his chest.
Hans gently lowered Elsa's feet to the ground as the door snapped shut behind them and he jumped. Neither he nor Elsa could meet the other's eyes, suddenly shy of each other's company, "So, when do you exchange your white coat for a black one?" Elsa as she slowly made her way through the parlor towards the bedroom door.
"That'll happen tomorrow after we…," he blushed and stared at his boots, "Never mind."
Elsa smiled and tried not to laugh; she hadn't expected him to more nervous than she was, "Today has been exhausting," she walked to him, took his hand and lead him into the bedroom.
Hans stared at the bed as though he had never seen one before. "Hans, what are you so nervous about?" she said with a slight laugh, "While we've never removed any clothing, it's not as though we've never kissed," she placed her hand on the side of his face and leaned in, but her lips only brushed his as he pulled away, "Have I done something wrong? Do you not desire me?"
The shake of her voice and quiver of her lip was breaking his heart, "No you haven't done anything wrong and it has nothing to do with not desiring you. I desire you," he blushed and cleared his throat, "that is far from the issue."
"Then what is?" she pleaded on the edge of tears.
He took in a deep breath, "I don't want to hurt you."
"Hurt me?" her confusion was only momentary, "Hans, that's a myth. It would only hurt the first time if I wasn't excited enough," she smiled as she blushed and shyly looked up at him, "I don't believe with you that will be a danger."
He was filled with the strangest mixture of lust and fear, "That's not the only reason."
"What else could there possibly be?"
"I worry that I won't…" he had to force the words from his tongue, "that I won't satisfy you," Elsa stood wordless, "I've read that women need to have such carnal pleasures to be fully happy, and there's something called 'the green sickness.' I'm not entirely sure what it is but it sounds terrible and it's caused by lack of copulatory contentment," he turned a deep shade of scarlet, "We've committed ourselves to each other, but I worry that you'll be unsatisfied in that aspect of our marriage, you won't say anything about it for fear of upsetting me, but you'll slowly grow to resent me for it," his speech became faster and louder as he began to pace the floor next to the bed wringing his hands, "You are too honorable a woman to cuckold me and the resentment will grow to simmering bitterness that will last until I die, but it may be too late for you to remarry and you'll live the rest of your days remembering me with nothing but hatred!"
"Hans," she gently placed her hand on his shoulder, "I know how hard you tried to avoid your hips contacting mine when we kissed," she giggled, "well, except that once," Hans turned head, embarrassed, "You have no idea how wonderful that felt. I have no worries that'll leave me unsatisfied. If what I've felt and what you've done so far are any indication of what you're capable of, I doubt there will be a more satisfied woman in all the world."
Still deeply blushing he smiled, "I was so worried you would change your mind after you informed me that hadn't been a dream."
Memories of the evening of his bachelor party played in her head. She placed her hands on his chest, faced down slightly and ran the tip of her tongue along her bottom lip, "You know one of the things I've always liked about your uniform, Admiral?" she slid her hands up, joined them behind his neck and whispered in his ear, "The thought of getting you out of it."