Frozen Short Stories

Coronation

Stian adjusted his collar. He wore a turquoise suit, with accents of yellow, black, and magenta thrown around here and there. His sash was a shiny gold, and it stung his eyes whenever the sun from the window caught it just right. He fumbled with his collar again, before throwing himself down onto a bench, defeated.

There was a knock on his door.

"Stian?" a voice asked.

"Come in." he said.

His beautiful new wife entered the room, dressed in a casual blue dress, her hair hanging freely around her shoulders.

"You're supposed to be getting ready." Stian said. Elsa plopped down on the bench next to him, and crossed her legs.

"Bah, I have time." she said, smiling. Stian looked up at the clock on the wall.

"Two hours?"

"Yep."

"Elsa, if I know you-"

"I'll be fine. But your collar-" Elsa was like a Mother. She immediately fixed his collar, allowing it to sit perfectly on his neck. "Thanks..." he blushed. "I don't do suits."

"I'm not a fan of bodices either, but we all have to wear things that we don't like sometimes. As King, that includes the crown." Elsa said.

"The crown? As in... Your Father's crown?" Stian asked, suddenly nervous.

"Yes, that's the one." Elsa beamed. The gold crown, Stian remembered, was adorned with teal jewels, much like Elsa's crown that they'd received back from her Ice Castle. Marshmallow had been a bit sad, but Elsa and Stian had made him a larger, icier crown to wear. It looked like Christmas to him.

"Elsa... What if I'm not cut out for this?" Stian confided.

"What? Stian, of course you are. You're a natural leader, plus most decrees, and treaties will have to through both of us. If you're unsure, I'll be there for you. I'll always be there for you."

"And I'll always be there for you." Stian smiled. Elsa kissed him, and stood up.

"Well, I guess I should be getting ready then, huh?" she asked. Stian smiled, then nodded. She puffed out her chest, and did the best manly voice she could. "See you later, Your Majesty." she said.

"Just go put on that bodice of yours." Stian laughed. She mimicked his laugh, as she shut the door behind her. Stian looked at his collar in the mirror. She had fixed it.

He didn't deserve Elsa.

Not a million years did he think he'd marry the smartest, most beautiful, kindest, and honest woman in all the world. Elsa could do all sorts of arithmetic without even blinking, Stian still had to count on his fingers. Then again, having useless knowledge sort of prepared him for what he was about to get himself into. If something interested him, he picked it up easily. Stian had acted all through school, his favorite being Hamlet. He sang too, although never in public. Elsa had caught him singing a few weeks ago, and they sang together for hours. He felt inexperienced singing next to her, but she had said he was amazing. Maybe she was just being nice. Maybe they should do a duet...

Stian looked up at the clock. Six minutes had passed since Elsa had left. Boy, this day was going by slow. Stian looked back to the clock. He debated in his mind, but finally caved.

Time for a nap.

He lay down on the bench, and pulled a pillow under his head. He smiled, and drifted to sleep.

"Your Majesty?" came a voice from behind the door. Stian sat up quicker than he ever had.

"Hmm? Yeah... I mean," he cleared his throat, "Yes?"

"Coronation in ten minutes, Your Majesty." Kai called. Stian wiped the drool from his face. Ten minutes?!

"Where is everybody?"

"Waiting for you, Stian." Anna said, barging into the room, Olaf in tow, wearing his black bow tie. "C'mon!" she took his hand, and led him through the corridors of the Castle, and out into the sunlight. Outside the cathedral, Elsa and Kristoff were waiting for them.

"Stian! You ready?" Kristoff asked.

"Am I?"

"Sure he is! Let's go!" Elsa weaved her arm through his, and looked into his blue eyes. Her smile faded. "You okay?" she asked. Stian was hesitant to speak at first.

"It's just... I went from a Baker to a King in less than a year. It's a lot to register." Stian said. Everybody looked at him blankly for a second, before Anna spoke first.

"Stian, I know this just sounds like friendly reassurance but... You'll do fine. If Elsa didn't trust you as King, she wouldn't have married you in the first place." Anna put on her best smile.

"Thanks for that, Anna." Stian smiled, half-jokingly.

"No problem."

"Yeah, Stian. You may not be one hundred percent sure your King material, but we know you are." Kristoff put a hand on his shoulder.

"Stian... I love you. I know you'll be great. Maybe you won't be today, maybe not tomorrow. Listen to me, you're already ready to lead a Kingdom. You have been your whole life. I've known you since we were kids. Stian, those years were the best years of my life. I'm ready for more of those. Are you?" Elsa asked. The doors to the cathedral opened.

"Your Majesties?" Kai asked. The nodded, and entered. All four of them stood at the alter, with Olaf and Sven grabbing a front row seat. Elsa stood to Stian's right, he gripped her hand for comfort. Anna and Kristoff stood off to his left, all of them dressed up. Stian grinned.

"Nice bodice." he whispered to Elsa. She nudged him.

"Shut up." she laughed. The choir began to sing. Stian listened to their melodic tone, it was almost hypnotizing. By the time they finished, he was caught off guard. The Priest presented the crown to Stian. He wasn't even sure it was going to fit on his head. Nonetheless, he bowed, and closed his eyes. The Priest placed the crown gently on his head, then pushed it around his head, making sure it stayed. Hey, look at that.

It fit perfectly.

The Priest now presented a pillow, with a globe and scepter, the same color as his crown, as well as Elsa's. Stian breathed, and removed his gloves. He glanced at Elsa, who now looked even paler than usual. She nodded. Stian almost shrugged, as his his hands picked up the two instruments, shaking violently. He immediately saw frost forming on them.

"Sehm hon Hell-drr In-um Hel-gum Ayg-num ok krund ee thes-um hell-gah strath ehk teh frahm fur-ear U-thear..." he spoke in Old Norse, a language Stian didn't care too much for. He spoke it fluently, though. Stian looked down, and noticed ice crystals. He looked foreward, nervous, trying to convince himself that all was going well.

"King Stian of Arendelle!" the Priest spoke. The Crowd of gathered Diplomats rose, and spoke after him.

"King Stian of Arendelle!" they boomed. Stian set the scepter and globe back onto the pillow, and put his gloves back on. He gazed at Elsa. She smiled, and nodded. Maybe he did have something going for him. Maybe Stian wasn't the most diplomatic, maybe he wasn't the most intimidating. But there was one thing that helped him through it all.

Elsa.

She had guided him all through his life, even during his time in Corona.

He smiled, and took Elsa's hand. They stood together.

King and Queen