Fair warning, this is going to be sappy as shit. Hope it's everything you ever dreamed of.


Family

The biggest day in Anna's life has finally come. She'd been preparing herself and everyone around her for the moment she would wed her one true love, Kristoff, the ice harvester who helped bring Elsa home. The weeks past were a flurry of excitement, nerves, and fear, but the moment Elsa showed up at the harbor two weeks before the big day, Anna felt as though she could finally relax.

Everyone is in the chapel. Yes, even Sven and Olaf. They are just as much a part of this odd family as its human members. The doors open, and the queen of Arendelle glides across the floor, with her beloved sister in tow, their arms linked. Anna's dress isn't so much inspired by ice as it is ice; enchanted ice, of course. It doesn't melt, it's not too cold against the queen's skin, and every inch of the gown seems to sparkle. Not wanting to out show the bride, Elsa gave herself a muted blue ice dress; simple, but elegant.

The blonde leads Anna to the podium, then takes a few steps back. Kristoff's misty eyes are starstruck at the sight of his bride. Anna has practically cried a river of joy leading up to this day, and from the sheen in her eyes, another few liters are likely. To her credit, Elsa has kept her eyes dry up to this point, from helping Anna into her dress, to walking her down the aisle, then giving her away.

The priest begins the ceremony, and its obvious no one is really listening to the words. It's a shame, too; his delivery is honest and hopeful, almost poetic. Anna's eyes never leave Kristoff's, her brilliant smile illuminating her youthful face. Elsa can't help but feel a small tug at her heart. That same beautiful young woman that she is proud to call sister was a child once. It wasn't that long ago that the chubby-cheeked toddler Anna would beg for her sister to build a snowman with her. Before the Great Thaw, that was the last bit of contact the sisters had.

Elsa thinks back to the fjord, when she believed her sister was dead. She remembers clinging to the frozen sculpture that was her Anna, sobbing and shaking against the only rock she ever truly had. The relief, the joy in her heart when the statue became a person once more, Elsa feels it now. Anna's love could thaw her own frozen heart, there wasn't much it couldn't do.

She can hardly see as the couple exchange their vows. It happens so quickly, she doesn't even have time to soak it in. She suspects they want to get it over with before one or both of them burst into tears. Elsa is not surprised when she feels a sting in her eyes, her smile only growing wider. It's hard, it's so hard, but she swallows back a sob. She isn't too proud to cry, but this is Anna's day.

The elder sister has seen them kiss before. She feels a surge of joy each time it happens, to see that Anna found someone who loves her for who she is, not what she will inherit. When the royal pair share their first kiss as a wedded couple, Elsa can't stop the tears from tumbling down her cheeks. She knows wiping them away will only draw attention to herself, so she endures with a few quiet sniffles. The entire chapel roars to life with applause and cheers. Both bride and groom allow themselves to shed their overflowing happiness.

It's only when Elsa feels a warm hand on her shoulder that she realizes she's still there.

"Elsa, are you okay?" Anna dries her own face with her hand before taking a silk handkerchief to Elsa's.

At the moment, the most the former queen can do is squeak a tiny 'yeah'. She holds both hands over her mouth, nodding madly, as though to prove that yes, she's totally fine. She's not about to bawl her eyes out. Of course not.

"Are you sure?" Kristoff's inquiry is so soft Elsa hardly hears it. Anna lays her hand on Elsa's arm. The ice harvester looks as though he's three steps away from engulfing his sister-in-law into a bear hug.

"I'm so proud of you," Elsa's words aren't spoken, they're whispered, in that wobbly, affectionate manner. "Both of you."

Anna throws her arms around Elsa's neck, a new wave of happy tears sliding down the tracks of the old ones. As though the gesture gave permission to freely express herself, Elsa breaks down into elated sobs. She cradles the back of Anna's head, careful not to undo her meticulously braided hair.

"I love you," Elsa tearfully whispers.

"Love you, too," Anna rests her chin on Elsa's shoulder. "I'm so glad you're here."

"I wouldn't miss this for anything," the elder sister assures when they break apart. She wipes a tear from Anna's eye before it falls.

The sisters suddenly feel a large, warm presence in the form of the groom. His arms encircle both his girls, the biggest, silliest grin on his face. Elsa leans into one broad shoulder, Anna the other. Sven butts his way into the fray, with a starry-eyed Olaf clinging to his antlers.

Both sisters reach for the snowman, thankful for his new permafrost. Without it, he'd surely have melted by this point. They hold him so he's touching all three people at once. Elsa laughs, clutching the living reason the sisters could pick up where they left off so many years ago. Somehow, Sven's unique 'reindeer' smell isn't pungent anymore when he wraps his body around the four. It's familiar. He brays joyfully.

Olaf gasps, prompting worried glances from the sisters. One stick hand is pressed to Anna's face, the other to Elsa's. He looks up at Kristoff, then at Sven.

"Guys, we're a family now!"

"Oh, Olaf," Elsa nuzzles her face into his with a watery laugh. Anna follows suit. "We always were a family."

The marriage simply made it official.