Disclaimer:
Frozen and all characters belong to Disney. No profit made, no infringement intended.

Warnings:
Unrelated Elsanna. Can't think of others I need to add for this one.

1: Wedding Day

Thankfully, it was a flawless, late summer's day, and in a large, lush backyard on the outskirts of the city, there was a crowd of well-dressed people milling around. Some were taking their seats in one of the chairs that stood in neat rows facing a small gazebo, others were chatting animatedly in small groups dotted around the open spaces, and others again were entering or leaving the two-story, colonial-style house the yard itself belonged to.

On the second floor of that house – if any of the guests deigned to look – a young woman was standing by one of the windows. Her long, copper hair was loose and fell in soft waves over her chest and back, and stood in fiery contrast to the matte, green fabric of the dress she wore. It was shoulder- and sleeveless with fine, golden designs swirling along the length of her torso, and its skirt flared gently and ran the entire length of her legs from hip to ankle. Freckles dotted her face and arms in generous spatters, and her skin was burnished a healthy gold that made the unusual, blue-green shade of her pale eyes stand out all the more.

She did, however, look a little pallid.

The view outside was a beautiful sight, and one Anna had in some way been waiting to see since the first time she even met Elsa. Right now, however, it mainly made her have to hold back from puking her guts out, and she was quite sure that she only managed that much because ruining the dress really wasn't an option.

"Here." A hand holding a glass of water was thrust in front of her face, and Anna blinked rapidly as she focused on the hand, then shifted her sight up the length of an arm to a crooked smile and warm, amused green eyes that studied her from beneath an artfully tousled head of dark brown hair.

"Punz," she croaked, and cleared her throat as she accepted the glass. "Um, thanks. Why?"

"Because I needed one of these right about now," Rapunzel told her, and leaned against the wall on one exposed shoulder as she watched her cousin drink – or maybe 'gulp' was the word. The simple, sleeveless gown she wore contrasted nicely with her tanned skin and dark hair, and revealed the gentle swell of her abdomen. "And you look a little green around the gills, frankly."

"It's not easy being green," Anna warbled, and drained the rest of the glass before sinking to a seat on the edge of her childhood bed and resting her forehead in the palm of her hand. "God, if this show doesn't get on the road soon, I think I'm gonna throw up."

"It's way too early for morning sickness," her cousin teased as she sat down next to her, and Anna jabbed her in the side with one elbow in exchange for a grin. "At least unless your intended is significantly more talented than expected."

Anna flushed hotly, and glowered at her. "Was I this helpful on your wedding day?"

"Yes," Rapunzel laughed. "I remember at least five different instances of you pointing at me and going 'neener, neener'."

"I was seventeen!"

"And now you're twenty-two and finding out that wedding jitters run in the family." A warm arm slipped around her shoulders, and Rapunzel butted their heads together lightly in place of kissing her cheek and potentially ruining her makeup. "Welcome to the club, Anna Banana. And be glad that both your parents and future in-laws run a tight ship. Imagine if you had to worry about the details of the ceremony and God knows what else on top of this."

"I think I'll pass, thanks," Anna sighed, and felt the tension in her shoulders ease somewhat as her cousin rubbed her back soothingly. "Has Elsa gotten here yet?"

"Since her parents have, I should hope so," was the amused reply. "I think she was even more annoyed than you about the whole spending-the-night-apart thing."

Anna snickered, and leaned her elbows on her knees as she folded her hands. The previous evening had included several repetitions of Unhand my daughter, young lady! from both sets of parents before either she or Elsa had been willing to listen, and there had been some very discrete and only halfway joking talk between the two of them about stealing off and spending the night in a nearby hotel. But they were bucking plenty of wedding traditions as it was, and giving into one of them wouldn't hurt anyone.

"You alright?" her cousin's voice intruded gently. "You're being kinda quiet."

"Yeah, I'll live," Anna promised, and let her lips shape a smile. "I just really want to be married to her already, you know?"

There was a low chuckle, and then the sensation of a familiar hand stroking over her hair as Rapunzel got to her feet. "I know," she assured, and bent forward enough to place a soft kiss to the top of Anna's head. "I'll go see if I can find the sprechstallmeister of the three-ring circus downstairs and get things going. Hang in there, kiddo."

Then Anna was once again the only person in the room, and she took a deep breath as she rose from her seat and padded barefoot across the carpet and back over to the window. Elsa, of course, wasn't in sight, since she'd probably been confined to quarters until the actual wedding much like Anna herself, but a glance towards the gazebo told her that the minister had arrived by now and was chatting with Anna's father, while both her and Elsa's mothers were busily buzzing around among the guests and the hired staff both.

"C'mon in," she called absentmindedly when there was a soft knock at the door, and idly wondered how long the walk from the house to the gazebo was, and whether or not she'd pass out during the course of it.

There was the low snick of the door behind her closing, and the resulting, small breeze carried a scent to Anna's nose that had her turning on her heel in the blink of an eye. And how was it that one breathed, again?

"Oh wow," she croaked, and clenched her hands hard around the window sill when her knees threatened to give out. Elsa, of course, had always been attractive to Anna's admittedly biased eyes. She was a classic beauty if ever there was one; tall and slender with long, silvery-pale hair, ice-blue eyes and almost alabaster skin that darkened only a fraction even at the height of summer. Now, however, Anna quite literally found herself speechless. "You... you look..."

"So do you," Elsa told her softly, and Anna found herself matching the small, almost shy smile on her face when she finally managed to get her legs to solidify and stepped away from the window.

Where Anna was in green and gold to compliment the warm tones of her skin and hair, Elsa was a vision in calm blues. Her gown was shoulderless as well - though it did have small, butterfly sleeves that circled her upper arms – and the tone of it shifted steadily from a pale azure at her sternum that almost matched her eyes, to a deep, rich cobalt where it stopped a scant few inches short of the floor. She was taller than Anna; moreso than the normal inch and a half since she was actually wearing her heeled shoes, and while her hair was loose, it had been styled back in a sleek curtain of thick platinum that left only her long bangs to frame her face.

"You're perfect," Anna told her in utter seriousness when she came to a halt directly in front of the blonde, and smiled when that brought a faint tinge of pink to those pale cheeks that had nothing to do with rouge. "Flawless. Can I marry you, yet?"

"God, I hope so," Elsa chuckled, and pulled her into a warm embrace that lasted long enough for them to start swaying gently, and for her body to remember exactly how unamused she'd been at having to sleep alone last night.

This, she knew, was home. There was no place on the planet more peaceful or safe than right here in Elsa's arms.

"What are you doing here?" she finally wondered as she pulled back enough to search those blue eyes, and the worry in her voice was only halfway faked. "If your mother finds out-"

" -you're a widow," the other woman agreed with a sly smile, and gave the back of Anna's neck a little scratch. "I won't tell if you don't."

"Your secret's safe with me, sneaky one," Anna promised, and rose up enough for their lips to brush gently before she paused, and then drew back with a tiny, irritated sound. "Let me guess," she sighed, and stroked her fingers idly over the zipper that ran the length of Elsa's spine. "We both have similar orders to not ruin our makeup."

"Probably," was the smiling agreement, with familiar hands cradling her face and thumbs gently brushing over her cheeks. "But I have my supplies with me. How about you?"

"Good point." She released Elsa with one hand, but only long enough for the same hand to reach out and lock the door with an audible click that made a soft chuckle wash over her face. "We'd better practice so we don't mess this part up in front of everyone, huh?"

"We never did cover this during the rehearsal," came the low murmur against her mouth, and then Anna was entirely too preoccupied to worry about nerves or makeup.

She was definitely looking forward to the honeymoon, though.