(A/N: My life just got incredibly busy, so the weekends will probably be the only time I will post anything. Or…you know, I could just fail to resist the urge of flipping my laptop open in the middle of a school-night…that works.
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Disclaimer: Aside from my OC's, who you will meet in roughly two seconds, I do not own anything Frozen related.
Chapter 3: The Big Day
"So, Kristoff – are you and Princess Elsa getting it on?"
"Shut the hell up, Cody."
The opposing man chuckled to himself, shoving his hands into his pockets as the group of friends walked through Arendelle. "It's terribly obvious, Blondie – that question was terribly rhetorical, I now don't know why I asked it."
Kristoff grumbled. "I said, shut the fuck up."
Another man stepped in. "Come on, Kristoff!" Sindre, his name was. "When are you going to ask her out?"
Kristoff sighed. "I'm not…going to ask her out."
"Well," the third man – Alf – spoke up, "she's made you the closest to a royal as she possibly could…I mean, the Official Ice Master and Deliverer! We're all so jealous. And," he added, wagging his eyebrow at Kristoff, "her coronation is today."
The final man – a pale bloke named Olaf – opened his mouth to speak. "We know that you're planning on sneaking in to watch her."
No response from the blonde man.
The other man clapped each other on the back, laughing. "We're always right," Alf said with a smirk. "And hey! It's all good, Kristoff – this is the queen of Arendelle we're talking about. The beautiful, fair, queen of the land; perhaps interested in quite the handsome ice harvester, oh my –"
Kristoff shook his head, doubting. "I don't think she likes me like that."
Cody's eyes twinkled mischievously. "You don't know that," he teased.
The group turned a corner, and the chapel in which the event took place was before them.
"Ah," Sindre said, "the one and only place where Princess Elsa is to become queen." He smirked. "By the way, Blondie…didn't you say you were going to talk to her before it all – "
Kristoff, remembering the promise he made with Elsa, widened his eyes. "Oh, shit –"
He was off and running in the direction of the castle, leaving his friends in a trail of dust. They were laughing, however.
"How cute."
Like himself, all of Kristoff's friends were ice harvesters. They had agreed to go on a long trip together quite some time ago, and they become close then.
Sindre was the oldest – he was 23 years old. Long, shaggy brown hair was atop his head, stopping just above his eyebrows. Although he's well known for his ostentatious manner, he will always be there for you. Just know that he will also fuck with you whenever possible.
Alf came in second, at 22. Also a brunette, this man was, unless you knew him well, a pain in the ass. There's a theme going on here – he liked to fuck with people as well.
Olaf, 21, was "paler than the whitest day of winter," as quoted by Sindre. It was safe to say Olaf was the nicest of the men – if someone a mile away were to trip and fall, he would be the first to help.
The youngest of them all was a 19 year old named Cody. With jet-black hair and a slightly badgering attitude, he was a "charming bastard," as stated by the blonde harvester, and was even dubbed the "cute one" of the group by a teasing Alf.
It was true, though, for girls all over Arendelle fell for him faster than a melting snow cone in hell.
A fantastic example would be Isabel, the newest addition to his list of girlfriends. Adding the words "it's a long list" tells you quite a bit about him.
Ever since the group learned of Kristoff's affectionate feelings toward the queen-to-be, he had become the laughing stock of them all; due especially to Kristoff's resistant nature.
Through all of this, though, they respected him for being so high up in the hierarchy of ice harvesters, if you wanted to call it that.
Although irritable and a fucking pain at times, they were the best group of friends. Kristoff would acknowledge that even more as time passed by.
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"Oh, Elsa…"
The queen stood in her dress and cape, fidgeting with her gloves as her younger sister stared, mouth agape.
"You look – you look beautiful!"
Elsa had on a teal dress with a bronze lacing traveling throughout – a long, magenta cape flowed behind her, and on her lips was freshly applied lipstick – also magenta. Her pink and gray eye shadow was stunning, and her complexion was topped off with a slightly pink blush – Anna did not lie.
The older princess smiled widely. "Thank you," she replied.
But her smile faltered. "Kristoff said he'd be here…"
As if on cue, the door swung open, and in barraged a panting ice harvester.
"Hey, hey! Sorry I'm la – oh, shit."
The man halted immediately and stared directly at the young woman in front of him.
Anna certainly did not lie.
A flush crept up Elsa's neck. "Did I…do something wrong?"
He shook his head no. "N-no, no, not at all. Nothing wrong. At all. Nope."
Anna, smirking, stole one more glance at her sister before sending a wink towards Kristoff. "I'll be waiting outside," she said in a singsong voice, and closed the door behind her, leaving the two in an awkward silence.
"Elsa," Kristoff breathed slowly, "you…you look beautiful."
Elsa's face grew redder by the second, and she took a second to gulp in well-needed air. "T-thank you," she murmured at last, a small smile tugging at her lips.
Silence. Then…
"Elsa – you're redder than ever."
"Huh? Oh." The princess shrugged. "I…well, if a h-handsome ice harvester told you that you looked beautiful, I'd think your reaction would be the same – "
A smirk graced the man's features. "What was that, now?"
"Huh? What…?"
However, Elsa knew exactly what, and in her mind she screamed 'You fucking dumbass' to herself angrily.
But Kristoff's sudden kiss on the cheek wiped her mind completely. Winking, he added, "I think I'm handsome too – we're on the same page, don't worry."
"What – you fucker." Elsa slapped him on the chest, and he recoiled in a mock pain. "Ouch, Elsa!" He held his chest. "And language, please! I want our new queen to be as pure as possible – the word 'fuck' shall not be emitted from the lips of her majesty the queen – "
"Fuck off." She was smirking now, and Kristoff chuckled, finally tossing his playful attitude aside. "Nervous?"
"My coronation is in minutes and the whole world is here to see it – I'm not worried in the least bit," she deadpanned.
The man rolled his eyes. "Well, you'll be fine no matter what, I'm sure. I'll throw on my harvester medal, or whatever – they better let me in; that way I'll be able to sneak in and make faces at you."
Elsa snorted, but she was grateful. "I'll make sure they get you in…and thank you," she muttered, and Kristoff responded with a warm hug, unaware of the growing blush on Elsa's cheeks once more.
"Your majesty," Kai, a servant of the castle, called from the other side of the door. "We're ready for you – just give us the word."
Elsa's hands began to shake, and without thinking, she grabbed Kristoff and held him closely again. "It'll be fine," he whispered in assurance once more, rubbing her back soothingly. "I'll do whatever I can to make it seem less nerve-wracking, and I'll try not to make a fool out of myself." He smirked and let the princess pull away. Giving her the thumbs up symbol, he began to head for the door. "Good luck, Elsie."
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The harmonious choir emanated glorious music, which had taken a liking to bouncing off the walls. The acoustics in the small chapel were of high quality, and nearly everyone present was serenated by the beautiful tone.
Elsa, on the other hand, decided not to give a shit, for her hands and arms were shaking with apprehension.
Bowing down to the bishop, she felt his hands, old but firm, place the small crown atop her head.
The vocalists had ceased, and an uneasy silence filled the room.
Elsa took a deep breath. It's time.
Removing her gloves with quivering hands, she reached down tentatively and took the orb in one hand and the scepter in the other.
Turning back to face her spectators, she heard the shuffling of their feet and saw the rise of each and every body in the room. She glanced over to Anna, who stood next to her, offering a small smile and an encouraging nod.
Everyone stayed silent, and the bishop took a deep breath.
"Sem hon heldr inum helgum eignum ok krýnd…"
Elsa swallowed nervously as the bishop uttered the chant in Old Norse. Anna was still giving her the most encouraging look she could manage, and the dignitaries were smiling brightly.
But Elsa was still slightly terrified.
Here she was, standing tall as she represented her kingdom, and she literally wanted to wet herself.
However, a familiar face caught her eye, and she gazed over to the direction of said face. A certain ice harvester gave her a half-smile, winking as he did so.
It gave Elsa all the confidence she needed.
"…í þessum helga stað ek té fram fyrir yðr…Queen Elsa, of Arendelle!"
Elsa hurriedly placed the items back onto the bishop's tray, and a small smile tugged at her lips, sound of a cheering audience registering in her ears.
