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Kristoff strummed softly on the guitar in his hands. The sounds of the chords ringing throughout the recording studio always helped to put him at ease. However, today they were doing anything but comfort him. He sighed and leaned back against the sofa he was sitting in front of, his mom would probably smack him for sitting on the floor in a black suit and wrinkling it. Kristoff sighed as he looked over at the small, worn, handmade card, laying on the table next to him. Just looking at it, a memory invaded his mind.
Anna smiled as she looked over at Kristoff. They were currently hanging out in her bedroom, Kristoff playing with his guitar and her laying on her stomach on her bed.
“You’re really good, you know?” She commented, “You should totally play at my wedding.”
His finger stilled their strumming and looked over at her with raised brows, his heart skipping a beat.
“You’re getting married?” He asked.
“Not right now, silly.” She said, reaching over and giving him a gentle shove. “But I would like to one day. I’ve got it all planned out. It’s gonna be perfect.”
Suddenly, he was hit with inspiration for a song. It tugged at his heart, and he knew this might be the only way he could get through this day. He started picking at the strings and opened his mouth to sing.
“She wants to get married, she wants it perfect.
She wants her grandaddy preaching the service.
Yeah, she wants magnolias out in the country.
Not too many people, save her daddy some money.
Ooh, she got it all planned out.
Yeah, I can see it all right now.
I'll wear my black suit, black tie, hide out in the back.
I'll do a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask.
I'll try to make it through without crying so nobody sees.
Yeah, she wanna get married.
But she don't wanna marry me.”
“That sounded amazing, Kristoff.” A voice came over the intercom, breaking his train of thought. “I thought I might find you here.”
He looked up to see his best friend, and manager, Sven, standing on the other side of the glass. Kristoff nodded for him to come in. Sven came in and took a seat on the couch a couple feet away from him.
“You okay?” He asked, putting a hand on Kristoff’s shoulder.
“Not sure.” Kristoff replied, standing up and moving back to sit on the couch as well.
His eyes flicked over to the card on the table again. Sven followed his gaze and picked up the card.
“She’s getting married.” Kristoff deadpanned, looking down at the guitar, a hollow ache forming in his chest. “She wants me to come to her wedding.”
“Are you?” Sven asked, looking over at him. “Wait, is this your Anna?”
“She’s not mine. ” Kristoff growled snatching the card from him and set it back down, wishing she was his.
Kristoff rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he looked down at Anna. They were standing so close and he could see her chest rising and falling softly. They’d been friends for forever, and he couldn’t help the feelings he was developing for her, but he didn’t know if she felt the same.
“You look beautiful.” He said, a small smile on his face.
“You think so?” She asked, nervously, wringing her hands together.
“Yes.” He said, taking her hands, to stop her fidgeting.
A smile formed on her face, and he felt himself leaning in to kiss her lips. Yet, the sound of the doorbell ringing downstairs stopped him. With a sinking feeling in his chest, he let her go and stepped back.
“Your date is here.” He said, turning away from her, to hide his disappointment.
“Kristoff…” She started, but was cut off by him.
“You don’t want to keep him waiting.” He said a little harsh.
He didn’t see the hurt on her face before she turned and left.
He didn’t know how long him and Sven sat there in silence, only broken by the sound of his voice singing the next part of the song.
“I remember the night when I almost kissed her.
Yeah, I kinda freaked out, we'd been friends for forever.
And I always wondered if she felt the same way.”
He glanced over at the wedding invitation on the table as he sang.
“When I got the invite, I knew it was too late.
And I know her daddy's been dreading this day.
Oh, but he don't know he ain't the only one giving her away.
I'll wear my black suit, black tie, hide out in the back.
I'll do a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask.
I'll try to make it through without crying so nobody sees.
Yeah, she wanna get married.
But she don't wanna marry me.”
Kristoff sighed, looking over at Sven.
“What do I do? She’s getting married today…” He asked, lost.
“What do you mean, what do you do?” Sven asked, bewildered. “You’re sitting here writing a song about how much you love her, and she doesn’t even know?”
Kristoff frowned, looking down at the card. He could imagine her standing there, looking beautiful with the warm glow of the sun bouncing off her.
“You should get ready.” Sven said, interrupting his daydream.
“For?” Kristoff asked, unsure what he was eluding to.
“The wedding. You have to talk to her.” Sven said, taking the guitar from him. “What are you doing sitting here? Go stop her.”
Kristoff smiled at his friend and reached out to clasp his hand.
“Thank you.” He said.
“You can thank me when you bring her to meet me.” Sven said, pulling him into a hug. “Now go get her.”
----------------------------------------------------
Kristoff sat in his truck in the church parking lot. It was crowded with much more people than he thought she would have wanted. He always remembered her saying she wanted a small, intimate wedding. This looked like the exact opposite. He was attempting to talk himself into go in there, but he couldn’t help but to put his thoughts and feelings into a song. He quietly started to sing to himself.
“Bet she got on her dress now, welcoming the guests now.
I could try to find her, get it off of my chest now.
But I ain't gonna mess it up, so I'll wish her the best now.
So I'm in my black suit, black tie, hiding out in the back.
Doing a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask.
I'll try to make it through without crying so nobody sees.”
He couldn’t let her get away… not like this, and not without him telling her how he felt. It was selfish, but he didn’t care. He quickly jumped out of the truck and raced across the parking lot and into the large cathedral.
Yeah, she wanna get married.
Yeah, she gonna get married.
As he got inside, he could hear the minister talking.
“...Hans, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part?” He was asking.
He was going to be too late...
But she ain't gonna marry me.
He burst into the room, many heads whipping around to look at him… including hers .
Whoa, she ain't gonna marry me, no.
Anna.