Chapter Rating: K
Summary: A multi-part modern!AU fic following Kristoff and Anna’s life as seen through their Wedding Anniversaries. For better and for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, never shall they part.
Notes: Here it is! My first ever multi-part/chap thing! Enjoy? :)
Warning: This story will include themes of cancer and near death, just not in this chapter. There will be a warning at the beginning of the chapters it occurs in.
"OOH! Can we take one on the carousel?"
Anna was bouncing up and down with excitement, silken high heels clicking on the pavement of the Magic Kingdom. Her wedding gown hiked up off the ground to her ankles, so she wouldn’t soil the fabric.
The photographer chuckled and nodded, “Of course, Mrs. Bjorgman. This is your special day. We take the pictures wherever your heart desires.”
Anna squealed, fisted her hands and raised them in absolute glee; then grabbed Kristoff by the arm, pulling him towards King Arthur’s Carousel.
As Anna climbed up onto a horse covered in yellow roses, similar in color to the sunflowers she had just carried down the isle not half an hour ago, Kristoff stood behind it. Arms crossed over the cold white metal horse, with his head leaning on Anna’s arm. Anna sat sidesaddle on the carousel horse while the photographer snapped the pictures, one hand on the horse’s ‘reins’ (the seatbelt) and the other on Kristoff’s arm. The photographer gave a brisk nod when he had taken all the shots needed.
Anna skipped off of the carousel, fingers intertwined with Kristoff’s. No. Her husband’s. That was certainly something she didn’t think she would ever get used to saying. Kristoff, the most sweet and gentle and caring and clever and gorgeous person she had ever met, was her husband; and she had just said “I Do” in the most happiest place on Earth. No less, it was in front of her now much bigger family and in front of Cinderella’s Castle.
The brief recollection of the ceremony from only a half hour ago made Anna remember, “We didn’t take any pictures in front of the castle!” And with that Anna was off again, tulle veil flapping in the wind as she rushed past the few shops to reach the castle. Kristoff, the photographer, and the rest of the wedding party followed after her, crossing their fingers that there was nothing that could cause her to slip.
Anna wrapped her arms around Kristoff’s neck. Her freckled forehead rested against Kristoff’s, while he kissed Anna’s button nose — just as the photographer had positioned them. She was standing on her tip toes in her heels, but no one noticed.
After the “Okay” from the cameraman, and a quick touch up to Anna’s braided bun, the couple switched to the next picture: Kristoff holding Anna bridal style while Anna laughed so hard she snorted. Then the next, where Anna climbed up onto Kristoff’s back and wrapped her arms around his chest as if he were going to give her a piggy back ride. And of course, a photo of Kristoff swinging his lovely bride around in the air.
"Do we have to stop? Can’t we take one by Cinderella’s wishing well? Or Rapunzel’s tow-" Anna was cut off by her sister, "The park is about to open, Anna. Unless you want tons of tourists crashing your wedding photos or to miss your own reception, I do believe it’s best we head Grand Floridian."
Anna let out an exasperated sigh, “But we’ve been here for only a few minutes! How could Mr. Walter even have enough pictures?”
Kristoff smiled and wrapped his arm around Anna, “We’ve been here for a good hour and a half just taking pictures, Feistypants.”
“Wait, what? We have not!”
Kristoff chuckled and helped her up into the Cinderella’s carriage that would take them to the ballroom for their reception, “Cross my heart. But don’t worry Mrs. Bjorgman, I’m one hundred percent certain the reception will be even more fun than taking pictures.”
“Hmm, certain? Huh?” A smirk tugging at the corners of her lips, “Well if you say so, Mr. Bjorgman.”