AUTHORS NOTE

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Elsa could feel her legs tremble with every step she took, it had been a long time since she had forced herself into 'conceal, don't feel' but right now it seemed to be the only thing that could calm her nerves. Most of the streets of Arendelle were deserted since many of the towns people were waiting in crowds outside the church, eagerly awaiting their Queen and the mysterious Prince of Asgard to be wed. Although it was custom for Elsa to travel by coach around the kingdom she decided that she would rather walk to the church, she wanted to convince herself that the fresh air would do her good but part of her knew that it was because she wanted the journey to take as long as possible.

If Kristoff said what he got before he married Anna was cold feet, Elsa's feet were two huge blocks of ice that she was dragging around by the ankles. Despite everything going through her head she knew she had to make it to the alter, and slowly but surely she was outside the chapel within twenty minutes. Gerda let go off her robes and cast Elsa a sympathetic look.

"Where's Kristoff? He was supposed to be here by now." Ah, Elsa had forgotten to mention that she told Kristoff to wait inside the chapel and watch the ceremony with Anna.

"I told him to go straight inside and sit down, I'm giving myself away." Gerda seemed slightly shocked by Elsa's decision, of all the years she had watched Elsa grow up she noticed that she felt terrified doing anything outside royal tradition. She devoted most of her childhood and teenage years mastering royal etiquette and the skills necessary for a monarch.

"But your majesty its tradition that-"

"I know but I feel that as Queen and since my parents are gone, I should have the right to walk done the aisle alone" Gerda knew not to go against the woman she watched grow into the Queen Arendelle deserved to have, especially when the subject of Idun and Agdar came up.

"I understand"

"And nobody could replace my father, not even Kristoff"

"He is greatly missed Elsa," Elsa smiled softly at Gerda "And I'm sure that he would be very proud of the woman he never had the privilege of seeing you become." Elsa fought back tears at the thought of her father, more than anything she wished that she could face today with him. Like he faced every day before his death.

"Thank you, Gerda."

The choir could be heard from outside the door and Elsa knew that was her cue, two of the guards opened the grand double doors and the sound of everyone scampering to their feet echoed in the stone building. 'Here goes nothing' thought Elsa as she took a moment to compose herself and start to walk done the aisle. All eyes were on her, some were filled with joy and others had a much more sorrow expression. Anna was standing at the front seats with Kristoff, it looked like if her little sister gripped her husband's arm any tighter his circulation would be cut off. Speaking of husbands Elsa quickly tore her gaze away from her sister to a mysterious figure with his back towards her.

It was him

A green cape covered his back from shoulder to foot and only a few short locks of black hair escaped from the bottom of a gold helmet at his neck. The only other feature that she could make out was that he was tall. The lilies shook in Elsa's hands as the distance between her and the Asgardian became shorter and shorter. Her shaking somehow stopped once she reached the priest and she was shoulder to shoulder with her fiancé, well more like shoulder to crown. The few seconds that it took for the priest to begin the ceremony felt like an eternity to Elsa.

"With whom do you come and whose blessings accompany you?"

The priest then looked up at the bride, a look of surprise that his queen was alone.

"I come alone with the love of my kingdom and spirits of my parents."

As per tradition they were both facing the priest so Elsa couldn't really get a good look at him and didn't dare tear her eyes away from the priest, but from the corner of her eye she could see a mass of complicated looking gold armour. What was strange about it was from what she could make out it was entirely made for ceremonial purposes, knowing very little about Asgardian culture Elsa wasn't sure if it was expected for them to have more than one set. In Arendelle men usually either military uniforms or something to show their status.

The Queen made an attempt to pay as much attention to the ceremony as possible, since her husband to be was paying very little attention her. Despite taking in every word the priest was saying they seemed to go into one ear but quickly escape out of the other, the sound of her own heartbeat was almost deafening in her ears

"Could the Bride and Groom please join hands to recite their vows" Elsa could detect hint of pity in his voice as she looked towards the man on her right. Almost on command a pale lean hand grabbed onto her, holding her dainty fingers as if he was going to kiss it. At first Elsa was a little taken aback at how quickly the prince reached for her but as soon as she saw the solemn, almost emotionless, look on his face she realised that he wanted this to be over as quickly as she did. The young Queen had to admit he was handsome, every feature of his face was defined and sculpted perfectly. His dark green eyes looked like they would make any lady's knees week but the prince appeared as if he refused to look her in the eye. She couldn't exactly blame him though, she's the one who dragged him into this. She's the one who had the choice. She's the one to blame that he was probably going to be trapped in a loveless marriage for the rest of their lives. It was all Elsa's fault.

"My Queen, if you would repeat after me. I, Queen Elsa of Arendelle, take thee, Prince Loki Odinson of Asgard"

"I, Queen Elsa of Arendelle, take thee, Prince Loki Odinson of Asgard" Loki Odinson, Elsa took a moment to carve that name into her memory.

"To be my husband," The priest continued.

"To be my husband," Elsa calmly repeated the rest of the vows, promising to be with Loki until death do them part. Most likely her death since the legends and how Odin spoke about Corona's flower suggested that they could live hundreds if not thousands of years. The priest then turned to the Asgardian prince.

"My lord if you would repeat after me. I, Prince Loki Odinson of Asgard, take thee, Queen Elsa of Arendelle,"

"I, Prince Loki Odinson of Asgard, take thee.." His voice was clear, not calm but serious. It was only when he finished reciting his vows and the priest handed over the wedding rings that the couple made direct eye contact. Elsa was shocked to see that behind the seriousness and calm of the prince she could see a hint of fear in his eyes. Elsa gave him a small apologetic smile before taking the larger of the golden bands from the priest. She couldn't help but notice the coldness of his hands, despite what people might expect from her powers Elsa's hands were in fact quite warm. Not that she would know since she could only really feel extreme temperatures. First Elsa placed a ring on Loki's ring finger and then Loki on hers. She could have sworn that she noticed a pale blue mist surround the thin gold bands for a fraction of a second before it disappeared.

"I now pronounce you man and wife." The priest said, concluding the ceremony. Thank god they didn't have to kiss. Hand in hand, Loki and Elsa walked down the aisle. Everyone in the chapel burst into applause, not noticing the awkwardness and nerves of the newly-weds. Newly-weds. Elsa and Loki were now legally married, but they didn't know the first thing about each other. But for the first time in forever, Elsa knew that Anna would be safe.