Well, here it is. Last in series.

A big thank you to everyone who's stuck with this story to the end. You're all too kind. Seriously.

P.S. There are two versions of this chapter. Both are essentially the same, except for a few adjustments to make them each gender specific.

For the female one, just scroll down and it's there.

:)

King's Version

"The rings!" Gerda yells down the hall. "Where are the rings? The ceremony starts in less than an hour! We can't have the Queen of Arendelle being married without a ring! The other nations would never let it go!"

Kai firmly places his hands on the handmaid's shoulders and gives her a much-needed shake. "Calm down, woman!"

"But-But the rings-"

"Are with the ring bearer. Now, take a deep breath and go check on the queen and princess. They could probably use your help getting ready. Princess Anna is hardly the most organised person in the world and I'm sure Queen Elsa will be nervous."

Relaxing, Gerda nods. "You're right. I'll see to the girls. You see to the staff. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

Gerda rushes to the royal dressing room and is surprised to hear laughter from inside. "Your Majesties?" she says, knocking. "How are you both doing?"

"Come in, Gerda," says Anna cheerfully.

"Yes," Elsa chimes in. "Please, join us."

Curious, the handmaid opens the door to find both sisters still in their undergarments and sharing a box of chocolates.

Anna offers the box to Gerda. "Want one?" she asks with a mouthful of the rich confectionery.

"No," says the older woman, panicking slightly. "Thank you. Shouldn't you girls be dressed by now?"

Elsa glances at the grandfather clock and gasps. "The time!"

Anna notices and almost drops the chocolates. "Oh, Elsa, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to distract you." Her shoulders slouch in the most crestfallen way possible. "Some maid of honour I've turned out to be. You were so amazing at my wedding, so composed. I just wish I could be as-"

"Anna." Smiling and shaking her head, Elsa pulls her sister in for a hug. "I wouldn't change you for the world."

The princess's eyes widen in surprise. "Really?"

"Really," the queen affirms. "You're my sister. My perfectly clumsy, beautiful sister."

Gesturing to the mannequins upon which Elsa and Anna's gowns are on display, Gerda clears her throat impatiently.

The sisters brace themselves.

Meanwhile, in yours and Elsa's bedroom - where it was decided you would be dressed - Kristoff is giving you some words of encouragement as you stare nervously into the mirror.

It's his duty, after all. He's the best man!

Your suit is magnificent, made with only the finest materials available. Fit for a king.

White jacket with gold-coloured epaulettes, a dark blue sash and black leather belt. Matching dark blue trousers and a pair of the smartest black dress shoes you've ever seen.

Instead of the traditional neat side parting of other Arendelle grooms, your white hair has been slicked back and - by Elsa the night before - frozen in place.

This formal getup. It's so not you.

"Hey, relax," says your best man, uncomfortably adjusting his own attire. "You look great. I mean it. You'll be fine. You deserve this."

Thinking of your bride, you smile, immediately feeling confident. "I do deserve this, don't I? Elsa and I both do. She deserves to be happy more than anyone."

Kristoff grins. "That's what I want to hear."

The two of you finish getting ready and head out to the courtyard, where Sven and the sled await to transport you to the chapel.

"Hop in!" the ice harvester utters with excitement. "We've got a wedding to attend!"

Later, outside the chapel - where crowds of Arendelle citizens are there for the queen's second attempt at a wedding - Kristoff's sled arrives almost exactly the same moment as Elsa's carriage.

"Slow down, Sven!" yells Kristoff, jumping out the sled once it's no longer at a dangerous speed.

Anna has also alighted her and Elsa's carriage and is running towards him.

"They aren't supposed to see each other!" the couple exclaims simultaneously. "What're we going to do?"

Without realising, both you and Elsa roll your eyes from the confinement of your respective vehicles, desiring nothing more than to simply be together.

The queen exits her carriage and you climb out of the sled.

Anna and Kristoff's jaws drop as the pair of you disregard tradition in front of so many spectators.

Closing the distance that separates you, it's as if there's nobody else in the world except you and her.

Elsa's smile widens when she sees you in your suit.

Your heart is fluttering like the first time you ever saw her, on that fateful day at the frozen pond where you saved her sister.

Impossible as it sounds, her beauty today has surpassed itself, its ethereal quality taking your breath away as soon as you've laid eyes upon her.

She's wearing her mother's bridal gown, like Anna had on her own wedding day.

"Elsa," you breathe, scanning her up and down. "I-You-Your dress-Wow."

Blushing and gazing down at the bouquet of frozen flowers in her hands, the queen - your fiancee and embodiment of everything you hold dear - actually seems shy just from the mere act of being in your presence.

You love it.

"I can't believe how handsome you look," she says softly. "I can't believe you're mine."

Blushing, also, you link an arm with hers. "Shall we?"

Kristoff and Anna leading the way, you and Elsa proceed towards the chapel, the crowds cheering and clapping for you as you enter.

Arendelle has really warmed to you these past few months. Tales of your bravery - of how you defeated a powerful sorceress with nothing but a sword - have spread throughout the kingdoms quicker than wildfire.

Inside the chapel, everyone rises from their seats the moment they notice the four of you.

That's when the entrance music begins.

Grinning awkwardly, Anna and Kristoff walk side by side to take their places at the altar, where Kai and Gerda are stood watching them with overwhelming pride and glee.

Lukas - the ring bearer - is then carried in by Marshmallow, much to the guests' horror, as they don't realise the giant snowman is in fact a teddy bear on the inside, nor that he's recently gained an impressive amount of control over his strength.

Followed by Olaf, who because of his passion for summer begged for the role of 'flower boy'.

Of course, you and Elsa would do anything to make him happy and aren't exactly sticklers for tradition, anyway, so didn't hesitate to grant him this wish.

Seated at the front of the aisle, Rapunzel and Eugene are attending as representatives of Corona, like they did for Elsa's coronation and Anna's wedding to Kristoff.

Marshmallow hands baby Lukas to Gerda once his ring bearer duties are finished, causing the guests to sigh with relief.

Another tradition you and Elsa are breaking is that of 'giving away'.

At her and Rafe's 'wedding', the king had insisted on a conservative ceremony without a quirk in sight.

But at this wedding - your wedding - Elsa is giving herself to you, and you to her.

The two of you walk down the aisle together, arm in arm.

-x-

Seven years later, and it's your anniversary again.

Your daughter Princess Freyja is admiring the floating lanterns display that's being held in her parents' honour.

Ever since Rapunzel and Eugene did this at your wedding reception, Elsa and you have continued it whenever celebrating your marriage.

"Hey, Freyja! Over here!"

Lukas is playing with Olaf and Marshmallow, showing them how much stronger his ice powers have grown.

Unlike Lukas, Freyja doesn't possess control over the ice and snow, but instead a future as Arendelle's reigning monarch.

"Do you want to build a snowman?" the prince asks his cousin.

The princess grins in response. "Of course I do!" She runs off to join him.

Elsa smiles while watching her and Anna's children play together.

You and the queen conceived your daughter within weeks of being wed. The girl's hair colour is similar to that of your original one, before your heart was frozen. Her eyes are blue like Elsa's, though. And she's so beautiful. Just like her mother.

"Hey, Elsa," you whisper, "we're still building a snowman tonight once Freyja has gone to bed, right?"

She gives you a light nudge and shakes her head amusedly. "Not unless a certain someone has nightmares again."

You glance at your daughter - giggling during a ride on one of Marshmallow's shoulders - and sigh with happiness. "She's worth it."

-x-

THE END

Keep your eyes peeled for more Frozen stuff in future!

;)

Queen's Version

"The rings!" Gerda yells down the hall. "Where are the rings? The ceremony starts in less than an hour! We can't have the Queen of Arendelle being married without a ring! The other nations would never let it go!"

Kai firmly places his hands on the handmaid's shoulders and gives her a much-needed shake. "Calm down, woman!"

"But-But the rings-"

"Are with the ring bearer. Now, take a deep breath and go check on the queen and princess. They could probably use your help getting ready. Princess Anna is hardly the most organised person in the world and I'm sure Queen Elsa will be nervous."

Relaxing, Gerda nods. "You're right. I'll see to the girls. You see to the staff. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

Gerda rushes to the royal dressing room and is surprised to hear laughter from inside. "Your Majesties?" she says, knocking. "How are you both doing?"

"Come in, Gerda," says Anna cheerfully.

"Yes," Elsa chimes in. "Please, join us."

Curious, the handmaid opens the door to find both sisters still in their undergarments and sharing a box of chocolates.

Anna offers the box to Gerda. "Want one?" she asks with a mouthful of the rich confectionery.

"No," says the older woman, panicking slightly. "Thank you. Shouldn't you girls be dressed by now?"

Elsa glances at the grandfather clock and gasps. "The time!"

Anna notices and almost drops the chocolates. "Oh, Elsa, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to distract you." Her shoulders slouch in the most crestfallen way possible. "Some maid of honour I've turned out to be. You were so amazing at my wedding, so composed. I just wish I could be as-"

"Anna." Smiling and shaking her head, Elsa pulls her sister in for a hug. "I wouldn't change you for the world."

The princess's eyes widen in surprise. "Really?"

"Really," the queen affirms. "You're my sister. My perfectly clumsy, beautiful sister."

Gesturing to the mannequins upon which Elsa and Anna's gowns are on display, Gerda clears her throat impatiently.

The sisters brace themselves.

Meanwhile, in yours and Elsa's bedroom - where it was decided you would be dressed - Kristoff is giving you some words of encouragement as you stare nervously into the mirror.

It's his duty, after all. He's the best man!

Your dress is magnificent, made with only the finest materials available. Fit for a queen.

White with a dark blue sweetheart bodice and gold-coloured accents. Shimmering, translucent sleeves that start from your shoulders, ending at your wrists. And a pair of the prettiest white kitten heels you've ever seen.

Instead of a traditional updo like other Arendelle brides, your white hair has been styled into a single braid which drapes over one shoulder, your bangs slicked back and - by Elsa the night before - frozen in place.

This formal getup. It's so not you.

"Hey, relax," says your best man, uncomfortably adjusting his own attire. "You look beautiful. I mean it. You'll be fine. You deserve this."

Thinking of your bride, you smile, immediately feeling confident. "I do deserve this, don't I? Elsa and I both do. She deserves to be happy more than anyone."

Kristoff grins. "That's what I want to hear."

The two of you finish getting ready and head out to the courtyard, where Sven and the sled await to transport you to the chapel.

"Hop in!" the ice harvester utters with excitement. "We've got a wedding to attend!"

Later, outside the chapel - where crowds of Arendelle citizens are there for the queen's second attempt at a wedding - Kristoff's sled arrives almost exactly the same moment as Elsa's carriage.

"Slow down, Sven!" yells Kristoff, jumping out the sled once it's no longer at a dangerous speed.

Anna has also alighted her and Elsa's carriage and is running towards him.

"They aren't supposed to see each other!" the couple exclaims simultaneously. "What're we going to do?"

Without realising, both you and Elsa roll your eyes from the confinement of your respective vehicles, desiring nothing more than to simply be together.

The queen exits her carriage and you climb out of the sled.

Anna and Kristoff's jaws drop as the pair of you disregard tradition in front of so many spectators.

Closing the distance that separates you, it's as if there's nobody else in the world except you and her.

Elsa's smile widens when she sees you in your dress.

Your heart is fluttering like the first time you ever saw her, on that fateful day at the frozen pond where you saved her sister.

Impossible as it sounds, her beauty today has surpassed itself, its ethereal quality taking your breath away as soon as you've laid eyes upon her.

She's wearing her mother's bridal gown, like Anna had on her own wedding day.

"Elsa," you breathe, scanning her up and down. "I-You-Your dress-Wow."

Blushing and gazing down at the bouquet of frozen flowers in her hands, the queen - your fiancee and embodiment of everything you hold dear - actually seems shy just from the mere act of being in your presence.

You love it.

"I can't believe how beautiful you look," she says softly. "I can't believe you're mine."

Blushing, also, you link an arm with hers. "Shall we?"

Kristoff and Anna leading the way, you and Elsa proceed towards the chapel, the crowds cheering and clapping for you as you enter.

Arendelle has really warmed to you these past few months. Tales of your bravery - of how you defeated a powerful sorceress with nothing but a sword - have spread throughout the kingdoms quicker than wildfire.

Inside the chapel, everyone rises from their seats the moment they notice the four of you.

That's when the entrance music begins.

Grinning awkwardly, Anna and Kristoff walk side by side to take their places at the altar, where Kai and Gerda are stood watching them with overwhelming pride and glee.

Lukas - the ring bearer - is then carried in by Marshmallow, much to the guests' horror, as they don't realise the giant snowman is in fact a teddy bear on the inside, nor that he's recently gained an impressive amount of control over his strength.

Followed by Olaf, who because of his passion for summer begged for the role of 'flower boy'.

Of course, you and Elsa would do anything to make him happy and aren't exactly sticklers for tradition, anyway, so didn't hesitate to grant him this wish.

Seated at the front of the aisle, Rapunzel and Eugene are attending as representatives of Corona, like they did for Elsa's coronation and Anna's wedding to Kristoff.

Marshmallow hands baby Lukas to Gerda once his ring bearer duties are finished, causing the guests to sigh with relief.

Another tradition you and Elsa are breaking is that of 'giving away'.

At her and Rafe's 'wedding', the king had insisted on a conservative ceremony without a quirk in sight.

But at this wedding - your wedding - Elsa is giving herself to you, and you to her.

The two of you walk down the aisle together, arm in arm.

-x-

Seven years later, and it's your anniversary again.

Your daughter Princess Freyja is admiring the floating lanterns display that's being held in her parents' honour.

Ever since Rapunzel and Eugene did this at your wedding reception, Elsa and you have continued it whenever celebrating your marriage.

"Hey, Freyja! Over here!"

Lukas is playing with Olaf and Marshmallow, showing them how much stronger his ice powers have grown.

Unlike Lukas, Freyja doesn't possess control over the ice and snow, but instead a future as Arendelle's reigning monarch.

"Do you want to build a snowman?" the prince asks his cousin.

The princess grins in response. "Of course I do!" She runs off to join him.

Elsa smiles while watching her and Anna's children play together.

You and the queen adopted your daughter from the kingdom's largest orphanage within weeks of being wed. The girl's hair colour is similar to that of your original one, before your heart was frozen. Her eyes are blue like Elsa's, though. And she's so beautiful. Just like her mother.

"Hey, Elsa," you whisper, "we're still building a snowman tonight once Freyja has gone to bed, right?"

She gives you a light nudge and shakes her head amusedly. "Not unless a certain someone has nightmares again."

You glance at your daughter - giggling during a ride on one of Marshmallow's shoulders - and sigh with happiness. "She's worth it."

-x-

THE END