It wasn't the big, extravagant wedding like it was with Hans.

There was no large church packed to the brim with people that she mostly did not recognize, candles lit all around with a large organ echoing the walls.

Bulda had insisted on having the wedding on their property.

"No expense dear. Save your money! Seeing my baby happy, and you happy, makes it worth it."

Anna had nearly cried in Bulda's arms when she had told her.

It was about a half mile away from the house, near a small waterfall hidden within the forest that Anna had seen numerous times on their adventures but was still taken aback by it's simple and beautiful beauty.

Wild flowers bloomed all over, the sun sat just right in the sky in which a rainbow could sometimes be seen through the falling water. Moss covered the area near the stream from the waterfall's sprays. Instead of candles, there were crystals, somehow lit (how remained a mystery to this day and Bulda had simply winked when Anna had asked) along the make shift aisle to where he stood.

The party was small, intimate, made up of his family, Elsa and a few close friends. It felt more personal, more deep, more meaningful that it was smaller. When she looked in the crowd, did not see judgmental eyes staring back, but eyes of those she loved watching with nothing but happiness for them.

There was no grand ball gown that cost more than her home. No overwhelming fear of ruining the expensive designer gown from one small step or one wrong sip of wine or drop of food. Watching how she moved her arms to not rub a single gem or rhinestone off of her dress, trying to keep it as perfect as she could.

Her dress was chiffon, flowing with the breeze and as she walked. It was comfortable, fitting and she could breathe with ease. It was no designer gown, something simple she had found in the nearby wedding shop downtown, but she felt more beautiful in it than she had before. She felt real, she felt beautiful; she felt like Anna.

Instead of a vail there were flowers; small Forget Me Nots and Lavenders interwoven into her hair as it fell loosely and not in a tight, intricate, braided bun.

They had spent maybe 30 minutes on her makeup compared to the nearly hour and a half from before. There was no need to create an illusion of beauty, because in his eyes she could see just how beautiful he thought she was; make up or not.

Elsa had nearly cried when Anna had asked to her to be Maid of Honor, another difference from the one before.

Tension had caused a rift between them, Elsa realizing Hans games long before Anna had and had tried to help Anna see what she saw. But Anna had believed him to be her Prince Charming and no words from her sister could change that. Elsa had been at the large affair, in the front seat, a tight smile on her lips.

Now, she stood at the end of the aisle, a soft purple gown and a gathering of flowers in her hand. Anna had thought she had never seen her sister smile so largely before; or seen her cry in public either.

There was not a speck of nerves as she walked down the aisle, all since forgotten when she saw the way Kristoff looked at her. She had nearly burst into giggles when she saw tears forming in his eyes and Sven handed him a hanky with a sly grin.

His hands were large, rough and comforting. His eyes distracting, making her forget completely she had words she had to speak. His smile was toxic, making her knees weak.

She had nearly dropped his gold band in excitement, moving to put the ring on before Grandpappy had said so. She had broken into a fit of giggles as he had whispered

"Patience Feistypants."

Anna stared at her own ring as he slipped on its' new partner. It was no "giant rock" that girls had dreamed of, nor cost near as much as her last.

Instead of a diamond, it was a beautiful moonstone ("Because you are my moon and stars Anna") and it was far more beautiful than any diamond she had seen.

The band was a simple gold with a few small diamonds near the stone itself.

Kristoff had apologized at first as he slipped it on, saying he knew it wasn't something fancy or large or extravagant, that he had spent hours designing and making the ring himself to make it as beautiful as she deserved. But Anna had silenced his doubts quickly with kisses and tears and told him it was the most gorgeous ring she had ever seen and put all the others to shame.

Of course, she had done some extra convincing that night to show just how much she did love him, no matter the ring.

Anna was bouncing on her heels in anticipation for the Grandpappy to announce them as Husband and Wife. She had pulled him to her, smiling as they kissed and giggling as he dipped her for show.

They danced under the moonlight in front of their friends and family, eyes closed, foreheads pressed together, Anna's hands rubbing gently on his neck and his running up and down her back lightly.

In that moment, her heart willing to burst with happiness, she realized that this was her true fairytale; and it had just begun.