Second to last chapter! Hopefully the story will be finished by this week.

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Elsa was skimming through her collection of books, trying to find a document that supported an argument over some land agreements she had made with a neighboring kingdom. Perhaps there were some books that her father left behind for her to use. So far she had turned up empty-handed and was slowly getting frustrated.

The door of the library opened and heavy footsteps crossed over the carpet, two strong arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her close, a pair of lips kissing the crown of her head.

"Thomas, dear, I'm trying to work," Elsa said, smiling in spite of herself.

"I know but I grew weary of sitting with Kai and Gerda going over the schedule for the wedding," he said. "Frankly, I was convinced Anna would be handling all of that."

"She's got enough on her plate as it is," Elsa reminded him. "I don't understand how someone twenty-two years of age can still hold that much energy."

"It's Anna we're talking about," he reminded her. "She has enough energy to spark flames."

Elsa laughed, voluntarily leaning into her fiancé's chest, forgetting all about the search for books.

"That's true. But we have a lot to thank her for," she said. "She's going to run herself ragged again with this wedding. She stressed out too much over her own wedding but she insists that this has to be even bigger and better because I'm the queen. I told her that we didn't have to make it a big spectacle."

"You only get married once, dove," Thomas said.

The queen rolled her eyes. "Yes, of course. But do we really need this to be the wedding of the ages?"

"I suppose not." He twirled her around so she could be facing him, catching that smirk she was famous for dancing across her features. "It's simple enough."

She reached up and pecked him on the lips. "My thoughts exactly." She then wiggled out of his grip and returned to going through the books. "Now, if you don't mind, Thomas, I'd like to return to my work."

"As you wish," he said. "I should most likely speak with Kristoff about a few things such as the honeymoon date… ah…" Thomas kissed Elsa's temple. "I love you, dear. See you at dinner."

"I love you, too," Elsa responded sweetly, giving him an affectionate glance as he left the library jauntily.

Butterflies still filled Elsa's stomach every time she uttered those words and meant them. It had taken her a few months of dating once again for Elsa to finally come to terms with her feelings. When she had told him, it was in passing conversation and she said it so bluntly he didn't think she actually said it until she repeated it a few times.

After he realized she wasn't kidding, he swept her off her feet and kissed her long and deep, against the wall, and frightening poor Gerda when she found them pressed together so passionately. It was certainly not as lady-like as Gerda had seen Elsa before so she was slightly startled, Elsa apologizing profusely as the maid fanned her face in embarrassment.

Thomas had proposed to her the night after Anna and Kristoff's wedding, giving her a classically sappy speech about how he wanted to make her happy and how much he loved her. Elsa had bent down, kissed him, and said yes.

Now that they had spent some time being engaged, Anna insisted they get married this year or else she wasn't going to participate whatsoever. Elsa, knowing Anna was just bluffing and being her goofy self, caved and left the planning up to her sister who immediately dove into ideas she had drawn up months ago.

Elsa was happy, in love, and ready to spend the rest of her life with Thomas. She put complete trust in Anna to make the special day even more special, with the added pleas of turning down the spectacular efforts Anna was making to give the wedding a big bang. As long as she married Thomas and the people of Arendelle had their rightful king, then all would be well for Elsa.

"What do you think of this color for the steamers?" Anna asked her husband as she pranced around the chapel where her sister would wed her fiancé.

"I think they're nice," Kristoff said honestly. "Purple, green, and gold. Very Arendelle. Fitting since Thomas will be coronated, as well."

"Right… but I don't want it too Arendelle," Anna hummed, leaping down from a ladder she was using. "Should we hang the English flag somewhere?"

"No, I don't think it… well, maybe," Kristoff said. "In the ballroom. It's more fitting rather than in the chapel itself."

"Good idea!" Anna chimed, kissing his cheek. "Thank you, Kris."

Olaf came waddling in through the double doors, carrying a bunch of flowers ranging from various colors he had picked all over the kingdom.

"Anna! Anna, I got the flowers!" he announced. "Which color do you like best? I'll go pick more if you like a certain one better. I really like the blue ones 'cause they remind me of Elsa but then there's red and it's like love but then we have yellow for sunshine and summer!"

"Oh, Olaf, they're all so beautiful," Anna said, skipping over to her snowman friend. "But I think we can stick with blue and white. How about that?"

"Okay!" Olaf dropped his many flowers and plucked two that matched the colors Anna requested. "I know just where to get them! Kristoff, come with me! I need all the help I can get!"

"Go on, Kristoff, I'll be here all day," Anna encouraged, shooing him away with her hand.

"Alright but if you need anything—"

"I'll be fine!" Anna laughed. "Just go, silly. Have a good time!"

Kristoff smiled as he trailed after the little snowman, his personal flurry bobbing over his head as he ran out of the chapel and through the gates of the castle. Anna hummed to herself as she wrapped bows and streamers along the seats, making everything neat and tidy. The wedding was two weeks away and she wanted everything to be perfect down to the last detail.

Somebody cleared their throat behind her and Anna turned to find Elsa drifting inside, hands behind her back, examining the room around them.

"Very nice job, Anna," Elsa complimented. "I didn't realize it would be so festively decorated."

"It's not just a wedding, it's a coronation day!" Anna reminded her, grinning. "Arendelle is gonna get its king." She danced over to Elsa and took her hands in hers, twirling her beneath her arm. "It's gonna be the most wonderful royal wedding since mine!"

Elsa laughed. "I'm very excited." She came to a stop in front of Anna, returning Anna's ecstatic grin. "Now, I came to collect you. Colby wants your word on my dress."

"Of course!" Anna gasped. 'The dress! Lead the way! That's the most important part!"

The two girls rushed back into their palace, tripping up the steps and reaching their bedroom— Anna still sharing the room with Elsa occasionally whenever Kristoff was on an Ice Harvesting trip (and they promise to spend at least the end of the month in the same room together)— where Colby was waiting with bolts of cloth and a dress base.

"Your Majesty!" he said, bowing low. "It is an honor to design your wedding dress."

"I prefer a traditional gown to an ice dress," Elsa said, stepping behind a changing screen with the dress he wanted her to try on.

"And I already wore Mama's dress for my wedding," Anna pointed out. "It's time for Elsa to wear a new dress!"

With so much planning to do, the two couples were mostly split throughout the day. Kristoff was assisting staff, Thomas going over his coronation cues, Anna running from place to place with either her husband or Olaf at her heels, and Elsa trying to get work done through all the giddiness in her stomach. The only time they all came together was during dinner, when the day was winding down and everybody was next to exhausted.

The night before Elsa's wedding, she and Anna were tucked underneath the blankets together in their bedroom, simply smiling sleepily at each other.

"You're getting married," Anna said.

"I know," Elsa breathed. "It's still unbelievable."

"You're telling me," Anna giggled. "I can't believe we've come this far… that you've come this far… oh, Elsa. I'm so proud of you."

Elsa took her baby sister in her arms and cuddled with her, smiling into Anna's hair. The princess closed her eyes and held on tight, content in her sibling's arms no matter how old she got. She would never get tired of spending time with Elsa, never tire of waking up with her when they spent the night together. They made a promise that they would always be together until the end to make up for thirteen years of lost time.

"I have you to thank for everything," Elsa sighed. "I don't know where I'd be without you. I love you very much, Anna."

"I love you, too, Els," Anna replied, yawning. "Now we need rest. We have a big day tomorrow."

"Indeed we do," Elsa agreed. "G'night, sweetie. See you bright and early."

"My goodness, Elsa," Anna gasped as Elsa stepped out from the changing screen. "Your dress… it's beautiful… you're beautiful."

"It isn't too much?" Elsa said, fiddling with the modest dip in the front.

"No, it's perfect," Anna assured. "All we need now is this." She skipped over to the vanity and picked up their respective crowns, inserting Elsa's in her hair and Elsa doing the same for Anna. "Thomas will get his own and… and then you'll be married!"

"Stop saying it, I'm still in shock," Elsa laughed anxiously.

Anna embraced her tightly. "I think a lot of people are."

A knock on the door separated them and Gerda poked her head inside.

"Everything is ready, your Majesty, your Highness," she said, tears of joy sparkling behind her eyes at the sight of the two little girls she watched grow up apart finally together and in love with very special men in their lives.

"Oh, Gerda," Anna said, beckoning her inside. "You don't need to cry!"

"I just wish your mother and father, bless their souls, were here to see this day," she said weakly, placing tender hands on their shoulders. "And I know Kai and I are ever so thrilled to see you two so happy."

Elsa swallowed back her tears. "Gerda… thank you so much."

"Now, let's get ready," the maid ushered, wiping beneath her eyes. "Everybody is waiting and in place."

The three women descended the stairs of the castle to the foyer, crossing through the empty courtyard and into the chapel's side room, where Elsa and Anna had waited once before for the redhead's wedding. The wedding party was more or less the same group Anna's had consisted of but with the princess as the maid of honor rather than her sister, of course. Elsa's bridesmaids were Rapunzel and Merida, Thomas' groomsmen Eugene and Kristoff, Olaf playing the role as the ring bearer.

When the choir started to chant and when the girls were given the sign to walk down the aisle, Anna and Elsa linked arms, the princess giving her big sister away to the future king. They entered the main chapel, the guests standing in respect for the bride.

In the crowd, Elsa picked out familiar faces. Lukas, George, and James were all grinning at her, each of her old suitors with lovely dates by her side. She saw two men who looked very much like her fiancé and knew right away they were King Peter and Prince George— the other George she had to remind herself— the future brother-in-laws. Her Aunt Primrose and Uncle Thomas— seriously how many people in her wedding had similar names she had thought as she had skimmed through the list— were also in the crowd, giving her supportive smiles.

Finally her icy eyes landed on her Thomas. His childish and tearful smile splayed across his face, love in his eyes, and hands clasped in front of him. As they reached the alter, Anna kissed Elsa's cheek and handed her over to Thomas, who bent down and kissed Elsa's hand, winking silently at her.

They faced the bishop and the ceremony began, the audience sitting down to watch. Elsa couldn't stop smiling at Thomas as they listened to the drawling voice of the bishop, talking about love and life and why everybody was there today. He got around the to vows, the two too busy to write their own so they stuck with the traditional ones.

When the question was given to Thomas if he would care for Elsa in all possible scenarios, he nodded and said broadly, "I do. I do, very much, yes."

Elsa was repeated the same questions and she took in a deep breath. "I'm ready… and I do. I will forever."

"Prince Thomas, if you will turn to me," the bishop said, lifting the golden crown of the king in his hands.

Thomas bowed, his crown sliding onto his head. He was then presented with a pillow with the orb and scepter, facing the crowd so they could stand again, the hymn deeming him as king ringing around the group.

"King Thomas of Arendelle," the bishop announced with a smile, taking the orb and scepter, "you may now kiss the bride."

Thomas took his wife in his arms and dipped her theatrically, earning a laugh, and kissed her.

"My Queen," he whispered, bringing her back to a standing position. "I love you."

"And I love you, my King," she responded, kissing him again, the crowd cheering and whistling in approval.

The ball was the thing Anna was most proud of, decked in the nines with colors of all kinds. The food was filling, constantly being piled up on people's plates, guests going back and forth from their table to the platters for more and more until their stomachs seemed to be bursting.

The wedding party table was the loudest of them all, Merida entertaining everyone with stories of old, characteristics of her father shining bright— said king of DunBroch sitting with his wife and chatting with Rapunzel's parents.

When Anna announced the first dance, Thomas offered his arm to his wife and she took it, the two striding to the dance floor before striking up a waltz that took Elsa ages to finally master.

"Remember when you danced with Anna," Thomas said so only she could hear him, "and you smacked me in the back of my head?"

Elsa snorted. "Of course. I also remember how awkward you were when you first met me."

"I had seen the most beautiful woman on Earth so it's only natural to be awkward," he insisted, twirling her beneath his arm until she came to a stop, chest to chest with him. "Weren't you a stammering mess yourself?"

She smacked him playfully in the shoulder. "Stop it, Thomas. Don't you know a king is supposed to be regal and polite, especially to his wife? Need I remind you who's really in charge of this kingdom."

Thomas chuckled, pulling her closer and kissing her forehead. "But of course. I plan only to rule by your side. However, I have the liberty to stop you if you go insane and declare war on England or Germany."

"Arendelle doesn't even have a formal military," Elsa said, rolling her eyes. "But do stop me then before I make a mistake. I don't see that happening anytime soon, though."

"No, there's still much to do," he agreed. "After this wonderful evening, no doubt the council with demand an heir."

"Oh, Anna and I sat down with them and told them that we would wait a while before that happens," she assured him. "Worry not, darling, we will have time to enjoy married life one step at a time."

He kissed her, the song coming to an end. "However long I'm with you," he said, ignoring the polite applause, "I will be the happiest man on the planet."

Elsa flushed but kept smiling up at him, letting him lead her back to their table, their friends taking over the dance floor with other guests.

After the cake was cut, the King and Queen were greeted by many of their invited. The three old suitors came to offer their congratulations, shaking Thomas' hand and kissing Elsa's politely. James was thrilled that he had been invited, bringing along his own fiancée he had met not three months after he left Arendelle.

Lukas and George had started a long distance friendship with one another and were still on the market for dates but Anna— having a quick word with Elsa before the wedding even started— speculated they seemed to fancy one another more than any princess. ("Perhaps they just didn't know it yet," the ginger cackled gleefully, as she did up her hair).

Several dignitaries came over to give their support, bowing and greeted Thomas as his Majesty, which pleased him very much.

When lords from Sweden left the two in peace, they were quickly replaced by Thomas' brothers.

"Well, well," Peter said, sitting in Kristoff's empty seat on Thomas' right. "It seems that you did become a king after all."

"Surprised?" Thomas said, lifting a brow and drinking his wine.

"Actually, yes," Peter chuckled, George sitting on Elsa's left. "Never in my life would I imagine we'd have two kings in the family."

"But we all know who will be better," Thomas grinned. "The one who's actually married and in love."

Peter rolled his eyes in annoyance, Elsa rolled hers at her husband's endearing entitlement.

"It really is a pretty wedding though," said the only prince present, leaning forward so he could see his older brothers. "I'm happy you finally got hitched!"

"You over Rose yet?" Peter drawled.

"That's not funny," Thomas said sharply. "Rose will always have a special place in my heart but… Elsa is one of a kind." He gazed affectionately at her and she returned the expression, curling her hand over his.

"Thank you," she said. "And Peter, I don't know why but I expected you to behave or at least act like a proper king."

The older brother's ears turned scarlet but he didn't retort. Something about Elsa made him feel as though she had higher power over him even though she ruled a tiny kingdom in Norway and was also female. But there was a look in her eyes that halted any attempts to argue and he didn't dare take that chance.

"Anyway," he managed to force out, "I do want to congratulate you in your success and happiness, Thomas. I know Mum and Dad are very proud of you." He clapped Thomas on his shoulder. "Good show, brother. I look forward to trade dates with Arendelle. Elsa, good to have a sister around."

"I'm just glad everyone is happy!" George said, grinning broadly.

"Here here!" Anna said, bouncing over. "It's happy ending, just like I've always wanted! My sister's out of her room, I found— we found true love, made friends from all over the world, and Arendelle has never been more prosperous!"

"All we need now," Kristoff added, appearing next to his wife, "is to see what couple has a kid first."

"Don't be stupid," Elsa teased, "it'll be Anna."

"She's gotta point. I think I want kids more than she does," Anna said with a shrug.

"There's no telling when it'll happen, though," Thomas pointed out.

"Well, whatever happens, happens and I am blessed to be surrounded by the people I care about most," Elsa said, rising to her feet. "Anna, may I have this next dance?"

The princess beamed. "But of course you may!"

The sisters linked arms and headed off to the dance floor, giggling and feeling very much like little girls again. Back together where they belong, the men they love only prizes they won along the way. They both knew, however, that all they really needed in the end was each other to help cope with the things life threw at them.

And they were both perfectly okay with that.

The End

Coping was my second Frozen fan fic… and I have a lot to say about it.

It's messy and crazy and in need of a reboot someday but I am so damn proud of it anyway. It's been a year old already, a year since my love for Frozen took off. And I can't thank it enough for helping me improve my writing over time.

Then there's you guys. You helped it reach 300+ reviews. You loved it, the characters, the incredibly confusing plot, the flaws, everything. Thank you for joining me on his crazy ride.

But now Coping must come to a close so I may open a space for a new story. I have many ideas that require the attention it needs.

Elsa and Anna will still be updated and I may have the three kids be featured in it so if you want to possibly see them again, be sure to follow that story as well.

I love you all so much.

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