Today, our stars will meet who they are going to marry. Remember, none of them have seen or meet each other before, so we will get to see their first reactions to each other. They can walk out or face the next year together. Today, they will decide.

~Rapunzel's POV~
Today's the day. No turning back, even if you don't like the way he looks. You can't judge a book by its cover, right? They're professionals. They wouldn't set a good girl like you up with a criminal. Right? I was giving myself a pep talk as I looked at myself in the mirror. I pushed back my short, brown hair that wouldn't stay out of my bright, green eyes. I heard a knock at the door, pulling me from my thoughts. "Are you ready flower?" Dad asked.

"Yeah." I said with a shaky voice. Way to be convincing. I moved my shaky hand onto the door handle and opened the door. I was greeted by my parents. I took a deep breaths, trying to calm my nerves.

"You look beautiful." Mom gushed. She rushed to my side and fixed my veil. My mother and I have been preparing for this day my whole life. We've had everything planned out from the flowers to the wedding colors.

"Don't worry if he's not the one. We'll still love you either way," Dad assured, resting his hand on my shoulder. He's never really been ready to give me away. My father always threatened my old boyfriends with violence, but everyone knew he wouldn't. He's the kindest man I've ever met.

I gave them a quick hug, then Mom returned to her seat. As I paced back and forth, I listened to my heels click against the tile. I was trying to distract myself from the romantic music playing in the church. "You'll be fine. I'm sure he's a great man." Dad smiled as he held onto my clammy hands.

I took a deep, shaky breath and nodded my head. What will he think of me? Will he think I'm some loser? Some throwaway girl? Suddenly, my dad linked his arm in mine and we started walking.

I looked at my family and close friends on my side of the church. Everything was a blur. I felt like my heart would beat out of my chest.

This was not how I planned my marriage.

Dad let me go and I saw my husband standing in front of the altar. That's when my heart stopped. His dreamy brown eyes paired with dark hair. He smiled, showing off his glittering, straight teeth as he looked me over. Neither one of us backed out. We hesitantly kissed and made the marriage official. I'm officially Mrs. Eugene Fitzherbert.

~Eugene's POV~
You only have to last a year with this girl. Whoever she is. Then you can go back to your single, happy life. I messed with my tie as I looked in the mirror. I fixed my hair for the thousandth time today. I walked into the hallway and found my parents. "Oh, you're so handsome." Mom awed as she brushed off my tux.

"I wonder who the lucky bride is." Dad teased, lightly lunching my shoulder. My father and mother have always had high expectations for us. They expected all three of us to someday become married, have tons of money, and, of course, make them proud.

"We'll find out in a couple minutes." I nervously chuckled, shoving my hands into my pockets. God, they were sweaty.

Soon, it was time to start the wedding. I walked my mother down the aisle and stood in my spot. I watched, praying to God I wouldn't get stuck with some hideous hag. Instead, I saw this beautiful brunette walk down. I could tell she was just as nervous as I was. At least she's hot.

I couldn't stop staring at her. Her sparkling green eyes reminded me of gems. She was very petite, barley coming up to my shoulder. Rapunzel. We kissed and walked down the aisle as Mr. and Mrs. Eugene Fitzherbert. I could feel her arms trembling. She anxiously sent a smile towards me. Let the torture begin.

~Anna's POV~
Today's the day you met your soul mate. I bet he's tall and handsome. I hope he has dark hair and light colored eyes. What are you saying Anna?! You'll love him either way. I looked at my red hair braided into a bun on top of my head. I opened the door just as Elsa was about to knock. "You look gorgeous." Elsa gushed as she looked me over.

"Thanks." I blushed, pulling a strap onto of my shoulder.

"I hope he's the one." Elsa smiled, lightly chuckling. I could tell she was anxious. She wouldn't stop tapping her heels against the tiles and rambling about how lovely the star glass windows were. For once, I was silent as I stared at the oak doors.

Elsa was going to walk me down the aisle since our parents died a couple years ago. Ever since then, it's always been Elsa and me against the world.

Finally, the song began. I took a deep breath and  happily walked down the aisle, ready to meet my husband. Hopefully. I looked and saw a blonde with light brown eyes. Close enough. I stood looking at my future husband, hoping he wouldn't walk away. He didn't. You can now call me Mrs. Kristoff Bjorgman.

~Kristoff's POV~
I hope she wants this marriage to work as much as I do. Please, don't back out. These thoughts ran through my mind as my huge family messed with my hair, fixed my tux, and even polished my shoes. "I think he's ready." My mom said, pushing away my brothers and sisters.

She smiled as she brought me into a hug. We let go and I looked at my dad. He gave me a small head nod and a smile. He wasn't much with words. My grandfather, we call him Grand Pappie, gave me a hug.

"I have a feeling that she's the one." He whispered into my ear.

"I hope so." I replied, letting out w long sigh. I walked my mother down the aisle as my family took their seats. God, I was so nervous. I stood in front of the altar, waiting for my bride. Please, don't back out.

I saw a ginger happily walk down the aisle, guided by I'm guessing her sister. I looked at her and smiled. She was beautiful. Immediately, I spotted the tiny freckles sprinkled on her face. We kissed and Anna Delle became Anna Bjorgman. I hope this works.

~Merida's POV~
Please, back out! Please, back out! You only have to last a year with him and then you can go on loving the single life. I thought this to myself as my mother brushed through my messy, tangled, bright red hair. She shoved me into a tight white dress. "You look absolutely beautiful." Mum gushed.

"I can't breathe!" I gasped. Did she really have to pull the corset so tight? I think I die from suffocation before I even see the man I'm supposed to marry.

"Oh, shush," Mum commanded as she looked me over. I held in my pain as she fixed my hair. "Merida." Mum said as she looked over my pained face. She knows how much I don't want to go through with this.

"Yes?" I asked. Will she let me out of this horrible wedding? She seemed to have shook the thought from her mind. She rapidly blinked her eyes and straightened up.

"I know you'll meet the man of your dreams." She finished as she left the room with me close behind. I meet my father out in hall. He had tears in his eyes. That's a first.

"You look gorgeous." Dad cried as he wiped a tear.

"Don't cry, Dad." I smiled as I wiped a tear from his cheek. Don't worry, I won't be married to this stranger for long.

"I'm not cryin'! Ey just got somethin' in me eye." Dad lied in his Scottish accent. I giggled and gave him a big hug. Soon, Mum and the triplets left to go take their seats, leaving me and Dad alone.

I paced back and forth, new thoughts hitting me like waves. What if I do fall in love with this man? What if he dumps me? What if he's actually cute? Suddenly, the song played. We walked down the aisle and I was met face to face with a tall brunette with evergreen eyes. Could I actually like him? We said our vows and I'm now Merida Haddock.

~Hiccup's POV~
Please, don't leave me standing at the altar. I thought about a girl leaving me as my parents were making sure I was ready for the wedding. My hands were sweating just thinking about it. Could I again the shame my parents would feel as she stormed away, embarrassed that she was paired with me? I already cause them enough trouble.

They fixed my hair and tie as these thoughts swirled in my head. "You look so handsome." Mom awed as she fixed my tux.

"Thanks." I smiled. I looked up at my dad. Yes, up. My dad is the tallest man in our little town. He smiled and brought me into a hug.

"Good luck." He said as he walked to his spot. I brought my mother down the aisle and she cried. I waited in front of a granite altar, waiting for the woman I would call my wife. I rocked back and forth on my heels, letting out long sighs. I needed to pass the time to distract myself from horrid daydreams about being stood up in public.

I saw a gorgeous redhead and she didn't back away. I looked deep in her striking blue eyes. Merida. She looked tough. We kissed and she is now my wonderful wife. Hopefully, everything will go as planned.

~Elsa's POV~
This will never work out. What was Anna thinking?! She knows I'm better off by myself with my cat, Marshmallow. I ran these thoughts through my head as I messed with my platinum blonde hair. There were a few strands falling into my pale blue eyes. I cursed under my breath then rushed away. I was mumbling under my breath when Anna opened the door. "You look absolutely stunning." Anna awed, taking me from my thoughts.

"Thanks." I stumbled, surprised by her appearance.

"I know this will work. I can feel it in my heart." Anna assured as she brought me into a hug. She always knows what to do.

We walked down the aisle and I saw a strikingly handsome man. He had bright blue eyes and snow white hair. He was gorgeous and he didn't back away from someone like me. We kissed and my new name is Elsa Frost. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?

~Jackson Frost~
This better work out. I fixed my hair and tux as I ran similar thoughts around my mind. It had to work, didn't it? My parents burst into the room without knocking. "Oh Jackson!" Mom cried as she gave me a hug.

"Mom, you know I don't like to be called that." I chuckled as she squeezed the life out of me.

"I know. But it just seems right right now." Mom smiled, happy tears pooling in her eyes. Honestly, I was surprised she was alright with me taking this risk. She's a stickler for following traditions, which do not involve marrying complete strangers.

"You look good son." Dad congratulated, patting my shoulder.

"Thanks." I smiled. Soon, everyone took their spots, including my little sister and brother. They were probably more excited about this than I was. They've been talking about this for weeks, my sister the most.

I looked down the aisle as I saw a beautiful blonde nervously walk down. She kept tripping over her heels and her sister kept pulling her along. Her sister sat next to a blonde in the front row. They didn't sit close so I figured they weren't close. I looked deep into my future wife's pale blue eyes. Elsa. Soon we kissed and we became Mr. and Mrs. Jackson Frost.

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They all took the leap of faith and married each other. But what bumps will they met in the next year?