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Ice Cream, Ice Queen

"Elssaaaaa!" She whined, hands on her head and elbows in the air, throwing her head back in an overly exasperated gesture.

The blonde gave her an icy glare. "You've been eating ice cream everyday now, not even children eat this much ice cream." She rested her hands on her hips and pulled her eyebrows down in a v. It made Anna's heart skip.

"But- but, n-no don't be like that! What kind of customer service is this! You're not supposed to tell the customer to not buy things! That... you... you're horrible! Let me have my ice cream!" Her cheeks began to redden at her enthusiastic, stuttering outburst. Elsa held in her giggle and kept her glare trained on the whining child, making sure she understood how serious she was.

"I'll say it again, you need to cut back on your ice cream consumption," she said, pointing one slender finger in Anna's direction. "It's definitely not good for your health, nor your," Elsa scanned Anna's body with a look of displeasure on her face, "...your figure."

Anna opened her mouth and scoffed. "Did you just say I'll get fat!? You just said I'll get fat, right? Unless," she looked down and tugged her tummy through her baby blue shirt, "unless I'm already fat! Oh god, I must be fat beyond recognition, I didn't even realize it."

Elsa just rolled her eyes, a thin smile growing on her lips. "Ugh, Kristoff, please do something about this girl. She's driving me crazy!" The blonde was walking toward the counter to the cash register when Anna called out to her.

"Elsaaa! You'll still love me, right!? Even if I'm fat. I mean, I'll always love you, even if you get chubby. Even if you grow a beard! I'll still love you." Elsa could only chuckle softly at the thought of trying to grow a beard, glancing over her shoulder at Anna before going behind the counter.

Anna heard it. She heard her soft laugh even from across the parlour. It was beautiful, the sound of snowfall. So soft that you have to erase all other noise to be able to hear such an adorable sound. A lazy grin played on her face. Anna wouldn't usually be so loud, but when there was no one else in the ice cream parlour, save for Elsa, Kristoff and herself, they all found it enjoyable to be as loud as they wanted.

Kristoff appeared from behind a swinging door that led into a small kitchen wiping his hands with a towel. "Anna, my dear!" His smile was beaming. "How have you been? It's been so long since I've seen you, almost 24 hours at least."

"Oh, Kristoff, tsk tsk." She waggled a finger gingerly. "I know how you'd both miss me if I didn't show up. And my money, I mean, I could be like a co-owner with how much I've spent buying ice cream here. Half of your income probably comes from my generous wallet."

"Yes, of course, we'd miss you plenty, but you're welcome to work here anytime. Get all the free ice cream you want." Kristoff walked up to Anna, throwing a towel over his shoulder.

"Speaking of ice cream, your gorgeously obnoxious sister over there won't serve me." Anna squinted her eyes toward Elsa who swiftly stuck out her tongue. The sight of Elsa's tongue made Anna's eyes sparkle.

"I'm terribly sorry, Madame. I will humbly serve you any ice cream you so desire. Come now, what flavour of the icy cream does the princess wish to consume today?" He spoke in a British accent, making Anna double over, laughing at how obviously bad it was.

Wiping the corners of her eyes, Anna thought before speaking. "I'd like two scoops of Elsa, please," she said, smiling.

"I'm so sorry, but our Elsa flavour is being recalled due to bad attitude and being too cold." He continued in his British accent.

Anna adopted the accent as well. "No worries, Monsieur Kristopher."

"It's Kristoff," he said flatly.

"No worries, Sir Kristopher." Kristoff merely snickered at Anna's correction. "I take my cream of ice flavoured Elsa with plenty of sass. That's exactly how I like her." Anna's eyes were closed and one hand was on her forehead, as if in deep thought. "Yes, yes. Lots of sass."

"Well then, I shall bring you two scoops of Elsa in a moment, but might I recommend getting the whole tub?"

She dropped the British accent, "I can get in a tub with her!?"

"Ahem!"

Elsa coughed loudly into her closed hand. The pair of English-speaking misfits first turned to Elsa then at the front door. A single bell jingled as a small family walked in, two children hopping around excitedly.

"Guess I'll just have my usual," Anna said, shrugging sheepishly.

"No problem." Kristoff went behind the counter containing the whole collection of diverse ice cream to get Anna's usual flavour: triple chocolate chip cookie dough. She watched Elsa greet the family with a warm smile and Anna felt her own lips break into a smile. Everything Elsa did made Anna happy.

Elsa made Anna happy.

Author's Note: Hello, people of the internet! I feel inclined to mention that this is my first fic. A little short for the first chapter, however, this will be sort of a pilot chapter, but I do have more ideas in mind, so I hope to continue writing as much as I can. Hopefully people will enjoy where this story goes.

Till next time

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