Anna and Elsa were standing outside the doors of the chapel, Elsa trying to calm her sister down as best she could. There really was no use though, since the redhead was nearly bouncing off the walls.
"I can't believe this is happening!" Anna squealed, then in a whisper, "oh my gosh, this is happening- Elsa, what if I mess up?!" Anna's teeth chattered as Elsa fixed the green ribbon in her hair- she and it up in a braided bun, the ribbing hanging like a tail from a clip in the center. Anna, meanwhile, was clutching at the skit tot her wedding dress, a white gown with off the shoulder sleeves, green ribbon and bering decorating the sleeve, was it and hem. In Elsa's opinion, her wiser looked rather exquisite.
"You'll be fine, Anna," Elsa reassured her, placing her hands on her shoulders, trying to keep her from jumping anymore- she should have certainly been getting tired enough o calm down for a few seconds, at least. Light bled through the stain glassed windows, dots of color dancing off the floor.
"What if- oh, Elsa- what if I get cold feet?" Anna worried, then her blue eyes widening she added with nervousness, "what if Kristoff gets cold feet? What if he doesn't want to marry me after all?! What if-"
"Anna!" elsa snapped, bringing her sister out of her trance. Anna gave her a surprised look. Elsa laughed uncomfortably- she hadn't ever snapped at her sister in a while, so it might have been a bit of a shock for both of them. Clearing her throat, Elsa said, "Sorry about that. But don't worry about it. I'm sure you and Kristoff will do fine." Anna smiled, her face getting red.
"And you know what else?" Elsa hinted, peaking Anna's interest.
"What?"
"I was talking to Kristoff earlier-"
"Really?! What did he say?!" Anna cu there off bluntly, a grin pulling at the edge of her lips.
"He's more ready to marry you than he ever was about anything else," Elsa said.
"Are you sure?" Anna asked, suddenly suspicious. Elsa chuckled.
"I'm sure of it, Anna," Elsa agreed, sighing, "so, are you ready?" Anna nodded.
"I think so," she said, then, "oh, wait! Can you get the cape the trolls made for me?" Elsa raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Anna, i thought we agreed that you were not going to wear it," she reminded her.
"I know, I know, but I think I should, since it's the first gift Kristoff has given me, and-" as Anna rambled, Elsa rolled her eyes, heels clicking and clacking as he advance towards Anna's dressing rooms- she may as well do her bidding, being the bride and all. As she neared the door, she sighed.
I really hope those two are making the right decision, Elsa thought as she entered. There it was, lying on the bed, looking as if someone had drape fit across the sheet with the utmost care. She ran a hand across the soft moss and dirt, letting her eyes follow the swirling patterns and quirky designs. After looking at it for a few minutes, she and to admit that the cape indeed was a very nice gift, extremely thoughtful for the trolls to take their time on it. Grabbing it, she exited the room, slamming the door behind her. There was a wedding to be had, after all, and she couldn't keep the bride waiting!