Prologue

Elsa, former Queen of Arendelle, was stressed.

She was stressed over the current Queen of Arendelle, her baby sister, having a minor panic attack in the cloister of the royal chapel. Strikingly beautiful in white, Anna was holding her stomach and sobbing, trying to get her breathing back to normal in the worst case of pre-wedding jitters Elsa had ever seen.

"What if he runs when he sees me? I'll be left standing at the altar! That's the kind of thing that they would love to put in the royal history books..."

"OK, OK, enough." Elsa hauled Anna to her feet and gave her a little shake. "Anna: do you love Kristoff?"

"More than anyone," Anna sighed helplessly. She faltered when she realized what she had said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"No offense taken," Elsa clipped. "If you said you loved your sister more than your husband, then I would be concerned. Anna... you know this is the next right thing. Just because you're getting married doesn't mean you won't make mistakes. Make your own mistakes! There will be plenty of them as Queen, believe me. Whatever you do going forward... let it come from your heart."

Anna's eyes filled with tears. Letting out a fierce squeal, she pulled Elsa close, her tears dripping into her shoulder. Elsa hugged her back.

"There, there... scooch up and cuddle close..." The wedding march began to play, and Elsa held out her arm. Smiling weakly, Anna took it, and together, the sisters entered the chapel so that the Queen could be given away...