Authors Note: Hi, everyone! I just wanted to add in this author's note to introduce myself. I'm "TheArdentPen" and I'm a frequent writer of all things LGBTQ+. I'm active on here, Wattpad, and Twitter under the same username. Please let me know how I'm doing or what you are enjoying by leaving reviews ;). I am looking to publish a chapter a day, Monday-Friday. I hope you all enjoy! I do not own any aspects of Disney's Frozen, these are solely my views on their characters. The only thing I own the rights to are my original characters and the plot.

Chapters 1-30 & the short stories (except Wine, Chocolate, and First Times) are rated T (13+) for minor language, minor violence, and mild suggestive themes. However, I changed the rating to M+ for later in the story. Chapters starting at "Spring Fever" will be rated M+ for sexually explicit content. All chapters with such content will have a disclaimer warning beforehand. Thank you!

A tender sway of leaves scattered along the busy streets of Arendelle. Autumn was once more in full swing, the brisk chill carrying the scent of changing leaves and the remnants of summer along with it as it curled along the people flocking the streets.

Elsa stood on the balcony, transfixed by the people below. It was hard to imagine a year had passed since she stood here last, listening to a voice that sung her to her destiny today. While she loved to visit Arendelle and Anna, along with the others, there was something about the freedom of the forest that always made her yearn to return. The walls of Arendelle felt so repressing, it made it hard to breathe. Here, she felt the need to be careful, to conceal herself, and to constantly walk around feeling a little out of place. She knew, deep down, that wasn't true. But it didn't make her feel any less out of place.

But today, today was special. It wasn't about her; it was about Anna.

"How do I look?" Anna's voice echoed behind her.

Elsa jumped at the sound of Anna's voice. A gentle smile caved into a wobbling mess as emotion consumed her. Anna looked beautiful in her wedding dress. The long white train spread out behind Anna. The shoulder's dipped off the side, lace crawling up the bodice. Magenta symbols of Arendelle extended out over the train of the dress. Anna's hair was down, a few small braids were woven with a magenta twine.

It felt like just yesterday they were children building snowmen.

"D-don't cry! If you start, then I start, then we all start, and it won't stop!" Anna half-laughed, a mixture of nervousness and excitement laced her words.

Blue eyes watched Anna with pride and Elsa smoothed her hands down her own dress. It matched the magenta twine and symbols that decorated Anna's dress and hair. She took in a shaky breath, smiling as she walked up to Anna and rested her hands on her shoulders. Her thumbs rubbed there and squeezed gently.

"Mom and dad would have been so proud, I wish they could see you," Elsa whispered, emotion catching her throat.

She stared at Anna, who turned away and gave a loud, snot-driven inhale as she rubbed her nose.

"Oh, Elsa." Anna whispered, practically jumping into her sisters' arms.

Elsa smiled and hugged her close, where they stayed until Elsa finally pulled away to hold her at arm's length. "I'm proud of you. You deserve this." She reached out to cup Anna's cheek.

"We are ready." A pudgy man in a green overcoat peeked his head in the room. Elsa gave another look to Anna who took in a deep breath, cheeks puffing up before she blew out the air.

"Ready for your next best thing?" Elsa asked with a smile, holding out her hand to help Anna off the step stool.

Anna just nodded her head silently as they both headed out of the small room in the back of the church. Bells overhead rung out, and she felt Anna's tremble beside her. Concerned, Elsa stopped just before the large oak doors that led into the chapel. "Anna, are you cold?" She used to back of her hand to place on Anna's cheek to be sure.

"So much has changed already." Anna's voice was low, her head drooped, her eyes on the floor before she came up to meet Elsa's once more.

"Anna, you had faith in me when I didn't even have it in myself." Elsa tipped her younger sisters' chin upwards so their eyes could meet. "You taught me that change and faith can help us become who we truly are. This is a good change, he's good. This is who you were always meant to be." Elsa swept her arms wide, "The Queen of Arendelle, married to Lord Kristoff. But more importantly," she murmured, holding Anna's hand. "Someone who sees the best in every person and doesn't stop until they can help in every way possible. I have more faith in you than I have in myself, sometimes."

Anna's hand tightened over Elsa's, and she smiled at her younger sister. She loved her more than she loved herself most days. "And remember the important thing after."

"What?" Anna sniffed.

"Chocolate and a party." Elsa giggled easily.

They both laughed and Anna nodded her head, looking back towards the old oak doors. "And dancing." She added shakily.

Elsa laughed and nodded her head. "Of course, and dancing."

"Okay, I'm ready." Anna stood up straight.

The large and imposing oak doors creaked open. Within, white flowers adorned the banisters while an Arendellian carpet rolled out down the center aisle leading to the steeple. Ice ran along the ceiling and walls in intricate and whimsical patterns that matched the scenery perfectly. The people within craned their necks from their seats as the music began to play and fill the church with grace and joy.

As her sister walked to the pew, Elsa sat in the front row, hands clasped tightly over her lap. She tilted her head back, she couldn't cry. She couldn't cry. She was a fortress; she had to be a pillar for Anna.

Sven let out a grunt, rubbing his head against her shoulder. Elsa reached out to pet him on the velvet fur of his nose. The reindeer had the largest puppy dog eyes at the moment as he looked at Kristoff.

Kristoff on the other hand, looked like he would pass out. His shoulders were stiff and his whole body was rigid. His gold hair slicked back and his tux actually fit his broad shoulders nicely. Elsa chuckled. She was half expecting him to come in his old leather ensemble with bits of hay sticking out of his hair.

"This is nice. Do you think we'll be able to honeymoon somewhere with a beach?" Olaf let out a snorted laugh as he jumped up in the empty seat beside her. He tapped his stubby legs together with a large open-mouthed smile. "I bet you don't have to worry about yellow sand like you have to worry about yellow snow." He added cheerfully.

Elsa let out a little laugh, shaking her head. She didn't have the heart to tell him he likely wouldn't be able to go along if Anna and Kristoff decided on a honeymoon.

The minister started, and the ceremony went swiftly. Elsa watched the two, she felt so much love for Anna and everything she had accomplished. She found someone who supported her, someone who wouldn't overshadow or push her out. Kristoff was perfect for Anna.

But something cold settled in her own stomach. It was a different, bitter cold than her ice. Jealousy? Sadness? Elsa frowned, she didn't know how to place it. But it echoed there, and she jumped when the bells chimed excited overhead.

Anna and Kristoff laced their hands and ran down the center aisle. Sven ran after them while Olaf tried and failed, landing face-first on the ground. He spit out a stream of white petals before laughing and taking off after the crowd.

Elsa stood watching everyone flock outside to give their wishes to their Queen.

And she felt a little colder today than she ever had.