AN: Another chapter up! Wedding time lol! All of my readers are amazing, and I love each and one of you. Your reviews mean so much to me. I mean it. Less of the other characters beside Elsa, Hans and Anna, sorry. They will be returning, I promise.

Disclaimer: I don't own any single part of Frozen, nor do I work for Disney in any way. This is a not for profit fanwork.


The day of the wedding could not come soon enough. Elsa had grown nauseated with anxiety the closer they got to the first day of fall. She would barely pick at her food, and was just all around nervous.

There hadn't been any word from Hans' brothers, which was odd, and had also made her betrothed anxious as well, as far as she could see, because they should have arrived home by then, except for Niklaus who had stayed behind in Arendelle after all. Hans had wanted him to attend their wedding.

But beside all of that, the Prince was more apprehensive to the arrangement at best, especially since his mother, the Dowager, was so intent on him fathering heirs. It wasn't so much that he was unwilling to marry Elsa, but that Jekaterina would have the Queen deeper in her thrall. And he wasn't so sure that was as good of an idea as his mother insisted.


Anna was buzzing around, far more excited than her sister as she helped her dress for her wedding, not wanting the servants to do something she should have the honor to do, since Elsa had done the same for her when she married Kristoff, even though all her sister had to do was use her ice powers to create a beautiful dress.

"Oh, it's so exciting!"

She grabbed Elsa's hands before she could pull away, and spun around with her.

"You're getting married, I can't believe it!"

Elsa pulled her gloved hands back, folding her arms over her middle to keep Anna from taking them again. "Yes. I know. It's just so.. overwhelming." She covered her face with her hands. "What if all of this is a plot to steal the throne again?"

"Do you think he would do that, after you and him have grown so close?"

Elsa looked up at her, expression stark. "That's the thing. I don't know. I want to believe he wouldn't, but.." She shrugged her shoulder, looking away. "He's sweet to me, and he's apologized so many times already."

Anna looked her sister in the eye, hands on her shoulders. "If you trust him, then I'll trust him. Your judgement is.. much better than mine."

Elsa's expression softened and she pulled her sister into a tight embrace.

Anna smiled at her, holding Elsa out at arms length. "You look beautiful."

The Queen bit her lip, smiling bashfully. "Thank you.."

Gerda stuck her head in the doorway, disturbing the moment. "My Queen, Princess Anna, it's almost time."

The color drained out of Elsa's face at the words and her clammy hands gripped Anna's wrists tightly. "What if I mess up?"

"You won't, I promise." Anna squeezed her shoulders.

She looked up at her sister, and allowed her to position onto her face the gossamer veil that sparkled in the sun streaming through the window.

Anna was the one to walk her sister down the aisle. It had been Elsa's idea, but she had not opposed it, since she was the last remaining part of her family. Hans was standing at stiff attention at the altar beside his brother, eyes wide as he saw how beautiful she was in her gleaming ice dress.

The ceremony seemed to fly by, but of course, Elsa was nervous from anticipation. She wasn't sure about the Prince, but he seemed to be taking it easy.

"Who is it that gives the bride in holy matrimony?" Niklaus was presiding over the ceremony.

"I do." Anna flashed her sister an quick energetic smile before putting Elsa's hand atop Hans', and then stepping back to stand beside Kristoff. Taking her husband's arm, Anna watched Elsa face her fiancé.

"Prince Hans of the Southern Isles, do you take Queen Elsa of Arendelle to be your lawfully wedded wife? Do you promise to love, honor, cherish and protect her, forsaking all others and holding only to her forevermore?"

"I do." Hans squeezed Elsa's hand, speaking solemnly.

"Queen Elsa of Arendelle, do you take Prince Hans of the Southern Isles to be your lawfully wedded Husband? Do you promise to love, honor, cherish and protect him, forsaking all others and holding only to him forevermore?" Elsa bowed her head, taking a deep breath and holding her head up high. Her hands were shaking. "I do."

"Please present the rings."

Elsa inhaled sharply, shifting where she stood.

"With this ring, I thee wed, and with it, I bestow upon thee all the treasures of my mind, heart, and hands." Hans waited for Elsa to remove her gloves, before sliding the band onto her ring finger and squeezing her hand affectionately.

Elsa slid her own ring onto Hans' shortened ring finger. "I give you this ring as a visible and constant symbol of my promise to be with you as long as I live."

Hans met her gaze, surprised at how even her voice was, as her hands still shook even now.

"Queen Elsa and Prince Hans, in so much as the two of you have agreed to live together in Matrimony, have promised your love for each other by these vows, the giving of these rings and the joining of your hands, I now declare you to be husband and wife."

Hans smiled, truly smiled, and squeezed her bare hands in his. They were like ice but no frost emanated forth from the tips.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Elsa waited for him to lift the veil.

She closed her eyes, trying to calm her breathing, mouth open just a little, as Hans cupped her cheek in his palm, leaning in and kissing her. It took a moment but she responded in kind, fingertips sliding up his chest and coming to rest near his neck.

"I present to you the happy couple."

Applause rang out through the cathedral.

Elsa pulled back from her new husband, looking up at him, breathlessly. Hans stroked her cold cheek with his thumb. She covered his hand with her own, letting the applause wash over her before they both turned as one to the people attending.

They led the procession out of the church to the horse and buggy waiting outside for the bride and groom. Hans helped his new wife into the car, before slipping in beside her. The rest of the royal family took another one behind them. They were headed to the dock, to board a ship that would take them to the Southern Isles for their honeymoon, just as Hans had promised.