The echoes of the words, "You may now kiss the bride," still resonate in Chris' ears as he gazes at Elsa with twinkling eyes, holding her in a dance on the castle grounds where their wedding reception took place.
"Chris, stop staring. It's getting uncomfortable. People might start thinking I cast a love spell on you," Elsa remarked, playfully pushing his face aside to divert his intense gaze.
"Let them think what they want. No need for a spell; I'm already enchanted by my wife."
'Wife... I like the sound of it,' Elsa thought, giving Chris a brief peck on the lips.
Chris saw her expression and was sure that she was thinking about something. "When I mark you, you won't be able to keep your thoughts from me like that," he teased, eliciting a chuckle from Elsa.
"I was just thinking about how much I enjoy you calling me your wife. Is that a bad thing?" she inquired.
"You do?"
