Wedding

The day Kristoff walked into Elsa's office asking to speak with her alone, Elsa knew before he even got the words out of his mouth what he was going to ask her.

"I'll give you my blessing and official permission to marry Anna," Elsa said before Kristoff even asked.

It had been a full year since the Great Freeze. In that time Anna and Kristoff spent time together almost daily doing all sorts of things, unfortunately Elsa had walked in on a few of their more inappropriate activities. The man adored her and Anna was in love with him. It was more than enough for Elsa.

"Really?" he asked, surprised.

"Take a walk with me Kristoff," Elsa smiled.

They walked about the gardens in the far courtyard. Elsa made sure Kai and Gerda kept Anna in the library while she spoke with her sister's fiancé-to-be.

"I think you are a very good man Kristoff. You are kind and loyal and very brave, if a bit rugged," she said looking at his tattered tunic, "You would make a fine prince, with some lessons, and an even better husband."

"Thanks," he said, "Wait, a prince?"

Elsa continued walking and gestured for Kristoff to follow. The turned and walked up a flight of stairs and began walking on the wall of the castle.

"The life Anna has lived is very different from yours," she said.

"Yeah I know, fancy clothes, good posture, happy faces at parties. You've already got me training in that for months now," he said.

"That's not what I meant. Anna is a princess and you might scoff at the term but it means she is a member of this government. She speaks multiple languages to properly converse with dignitaries, she's taken lessons in history and politics to be prepared should she have to take my place if something happens to me. Fancy balls and nice clothes are the easy part."

They stopped on the edge of the wall and looked out at the fjord.

"My sister's children will be princes and princesses descended from a noble family older than Arendelle itself. They'll be titled and christened and many, many things will be expected of them. As they will be of you. If something happens to me before I marry and have children then you will be expected to become prince consort to Anna. If these are things you are willing and ready to handle and embrace, then I can officially grant you my blessing."

There was not even the briefest moment of hesitation in his face or voice. He looked directly into Elsa's eye.

"I would do anything for Anna."

Elsa smiled.

The day of the wedding was a mix of headache, excitement, tears, and exhaustion. The morning of the wedding Elsa granted Kristoff some old and vacant noble title so he entered into the marriage legally eligible according the royal laws. She was bouncing between making sure Kristoff didn't make an "adjustments" to his suit, no matter how much he hated it, and getting Anna to calm down enough to get ready properly.

"What if I trip?" Anna asked. She was pacing while her handmaidens and even Elsa's own ladies-in-waiting followed her trying to do her hair.

"You won't get the chance if you don't sit and get ready," Elsa said. She caught Anna's shoulders and forced her to sit at the boudoir. Elsa began brushing her hair and shooed away the mistresses.

"I just—I just mess up everything. I can't mess this up, I can't."

Elsa ran the brush through Anna's burnt orange hair before setting the brush down and turning Anna's chin to face her.

"You do not mess everything up," she said, "And even if you trip or drop something or say the wrong word, it'll still be a 100% Anna event. And there's nothing wrong with that."

Elsa kissed her sister's head and then bid her to finish getting ready.

In the cathedral Elsa was seated at the front, announced with fanfare upon entrance, and listened to a chorus of 'Heimr Arnadarl' before Kristoff entered and walked to the altar. And then Anna came.

She was draped in a white dress, the sheer veil covered her face., and embroidery of green here and there. A bouquet of crocus flowers and lilies was held in her hands. For once in Anna's life, she didn't stumble, or trip, or walk into anything. She gracefully moved down the isle with her eyes trained on the back of Kristoff's head. And for his part Kristoff began fidgeting nervously waiting for Anna to join him at the altar.

"Do you solemnly pledge you entered freely into this union? Do you swear to serve, cherish, and love each other from this day until the end of time?" the bishop said.

"Yes."

They answered together, as one.

The bishop turned to Elsa. "Does the sovereign queen of this dominion freely give her permission to this union?"

"I do."

It was done with a kiss. Anna practically threw herself on Kristoff and kissed him harder than she ever had, only barely keeping enough control over her own tongue to not take things to far. Only Elsa's subtle clearing of her throat caught her attention and at pointed look Anna detached from her husband. Flushing, she and Kristoff approached Elsa. She gave a curtsey while he gave a bow. And then they walked down the isle together.