Hey everyone! So I'm just tossing in my entries for Tumblr's February Elsanna Week.

Unlike my last go at this event, these stories are all connected in an overarching plot—so it does matter if you read them in order.

The entire 'story' is rated M for some of the chapters. Because, y'know, smut abound in my stories. It's also shorter than my average entries, but I'm hoping they're still enjoyable for you readers.

If you don't like romantic Elsanna then don't read. I'm tired of the drama regarding the pairing. I love these two, and I'm not ashamed of that fact, but I shouldn't have to worry about the livelihood of my stories. Take your hate somewhere else. Thanks.

Without further ado, enjoy!

Day 01: Wedding Day

She was nervous.

Absolutely, utterly, unbelievably nervous.

There were too many variables to consider.

Too many ways this could fail.

The Queen of Arendelle paced, stepping several paces in one direction, then turning on her heel to mirror her steps in the opposite direction.

"It'll be okay," She chanted, eyes wide with worry and her fingertips on her temples, "no one knows, no one will know—"

"Elsa—erm, Queen Elsa?" The snowy sovereign whipped her head around, eyes falling on a rather uneasy Kristoff. "I-If you're ready, we can go…"

With a shuddering breath, the Queen turned her head to look out the bay windows, watching the twinkling stars for a brief moment. "I am," She steeled herself, and turned to the ice harvester. "Please, lead the way."

"Sure—uh, I mean, of course."

"Kristoff, please," Elsa raised a single hand, "there is no need for formalities. If anything, I'd appreciate someone talking to me casually right now."

The burly blonde gave her a blank stare, before nodding. "Oh, okay, I can do that."

"Thank you," Elsa smiled, the first in hours, though it was small and did nothing to mask her obvious anxieties.

Leading the way through the empty corridors of the castle, they stayed relatively silent despite the fact Kristoff could feel the chill of her powers on the back of his neck. He could tell she was uneasy, but had no idea what to say—he wasn't exactly the best conversationalist.

He supposed he should at least try, though.

"How are you feeling?"

Smooth, Kristoff, well done. He chastised inwardly.

"I'm alright," Elsa replied evenly.

"That's good."

And silence overfell them again. Kristoff's eyes flicked around, looking for a prompt.

"Uh, décor is really nice in here," He commented.

"Yes, I agree."

More silence.

"Your dress looks good."

"Thank you."

Silence.

"Uh, did you have a good dinner?"

"I did, yes."

Silence.

"How goes all your queenly work?"

"Alright."

Kristoff inhaled deeply, his chest swelling. He opted to stay silent for the remainder of the walk; which was mercifully short, as they arrived outside the doors of the chapel in a matter of minutes. The built in Stave Church was massive, almost foreboding, and Elsa felt the frost creeping out from her clammy palms.

Last time she was here she felt much the same way—nervous, anxious, and uneasy—but now it was for entirely different reasons.

"You ready to go in?" Kristoff asked with his palm on the massive wooden door.

"Yes," Elsa nodded. With a loud groan, the massive wooden doors opened to reveal a near silent room alight with a number of flickering candles. The pews were almost all entirely bare, aside from the first row, where a tiny snowman gasped at the Queen's entry.

"Hi Elsa!" Olaf chirruped, standing in his seat. Elsa bowed her head to him, offering another tiny smile, this one more genuine despite its only lasting a second.

"Let's go," Kristoff offered his forearm to the Queen, which she gratefully took and clung to like it was her lifeline. The blonde man led the Queen along the carpet, up to the podium, where the Queen could now see the overseer standing at the ready.

Grand Pabbie, who had made the long trip from the Valley of the Living Rock, was standing on several large tomes, the parish's register in his hands, and a kindly smile on his elderly face. "Your Majesty," He bowed his head. Elsa smiled again, a brief gesture.

"Thank you for making the trip," She spoke softly, clearly mindful of the volume of her voice, "especially at such a late hour."

"It is my pleasure, Your Majesty," The old rock troll smiled, resting the book in his hands atop the podium, opening it to a blank page. "I am ready whenever you and Her Highness Anna are."

Elsa swallowed thickly when she heard the soft footfalls behind her. Whirling her head around her eyes fell on Anna, adorned in a beautiful dress—much like the one she wore at the Queen's coronation; varied hues of green, and decorated with beautiful rosemaling in several colours, creating ornate patterns over the gown—with her hair done up in a bun. "A-Anna," Elsa whispered.

"Hello Elsa," The Princess bowed deeply in a curtsy, a wide unabashedly large smile on her lips, "you look beautiful."

A smile tugged at the corner of the Queen's lips. "You look beautifuller," She teased, to which Anna giggled as she stepped up to Elsa's side, taking a moment to thank Sven for walking her down the aisle.

A reindeer, Elsa thought with an amused look, only her Anna would want such a thing.

"We shall begin then," Pabbie cleared his throat and looked down at the book before him, "this marriage is a little unorthodox," He began, giving Kristoff the opportunity to step aside and move to Sven's side, "but we can make some changes."

Elsa nodded, stiffening as Anna reached her side. She threw a sideways glance to her younger sister, blush creeping from her cheeks to her ears.

"Anna," Pabbie smiled to her, "normally you would be taking the role of the groom, but, considering as things are, I will be writing down pige here, rather than ungkarl, won't I?"

Anna giggled—which made the Queen's heart flutter in her chest—as Pabbie waved his hand above the blank pages. Words began to form and take shape, writing themselves across sheets of paper.

"This is the marriage between two frøken," Pabbie spoke, "and I require that you please state your occupations."

Anna was first to go. "Princess Anna of Arendelle." The words wrote themselves onto the page.

Elsa went next, after a nudge. "Queen Elsa of Arendelle."

"Very good," Pabbie smiled, speaking for a moment, giving both Elsa and Anna ample opportunity to steal glances at one another. "Now, do we have Her Majesty's permission to bless this unity?" Elsa turned her eyes on Pabbie, and then drifted them to Anna, where icy blue held warm teal gaze.

"I give my blessing to this marriage." Elsa replied.

"And, as Princess, I give mine as well!" Anna added boisterously.

With a warm smile, Pabbie concluded the ceremony and the Queen and Princess, now newlyweds, sealed the amalgamation with a deep, passionate kiss. When they finally broke apart, Anna wound her arms around Elsa's waist and pulled her close.

"I'm so happy, Elsa," She breathed softly, a light dusting of pink on her freckled cheeks.

"As am I…" Elsa replied warmly, with an uncontainable smile spread across her lips.

The first real smile of the day.