G'day, kiddies. :)

Ugh, I'm a little nutcase, why am I starting another multi-chapter fic? Because I love these characters and have too many damn ideas! After reading so many coffee related fics, and as someone who works in a coffee shop, I can't say I find that it's well represented from the opposite side of the counter.

But, have no fear, this fic is far from coffee-sentric. Nope, there's a healthy mix of university in there too! So, yeah, if it wasn't clear this is a modern AU. Major pairing is Elsanna. And yes, it is incestuous, so if that isn't your cup of tea (heh) then I'd suggest hitting the back button.

You've been warned. Elsanna. Elsa/Anna. Incest. Icest. Arencest. Frozen Heart. My goddamn OTP. Whatever you want to call it.

More to come soon, I assure you, this is just to test the waters. Hope you enjoy!

Sacred and Profane
- Chapter 1 -

"Anna, come on, time to get up," Elsa gently rapped her knuckles against Anna's bedroom door, tapping her foot lightly against the ground, already fully dressed and ready to greet the day.

"Ngh," Came a very shiftless response from the opposite side of the door, to which the blonde sighed heavily and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"I went out of my way to get you this job Anna," Elsa stated flatly – for the sixth time that week – which stirred the still groggy redhead. "We had other applicants, you know, but I assured my superiors that you were a diligent worker." Anna shuffled around, pawing for the nearest exit from beneath her heavy comforter.

Elsa waited at the door for a verbal response, and when she didn't get one, she groaned and reached for the knob. She threw the door open, watching as Anna gracelessly tumbled out from under her covers, landing on the floor in a tangled mess of sheets and pillows.

"Oh, so you're up," The blonde couldn't help but smile a bit, "good. Get dressed, in your uniform, and I'll meet you at the door." With that, Elsa was gone, and Anna's bedroom door was once again shut. The freckled girl rolled herself onto her knees and got upright, rubbing the heels of her palms against her eyes.

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!

"Ah!" Anna jumped, scrambling to her feet to violently slam her hand down on her alarm clock, effectively silencing the infernal machine. "She woke me up five minutes early…" She muttered irritably, standing slowly and dragging her heavy feet towards her desk, snatching her top and pants off the chair.

Still groggy, and her mind hazy with semi-consciousness, it took Anna several tries before she managed all the buttons of her uniform. 'Why does this shirt have so many buttons, anyway?' She wondered, swaying a bit on her feet as she stood, sloppily smoothing out the creases in her shirt.

Slipping one leg after the other into her pants, she nearly tumbled over when her foot caught and she was suddenly very awake after correcting her footing. Her chest heaving a bit, she hurriedly zipped up the fly and did up the button, buckling the belt closed and adjusting it over her waist.

"Okay," Anna murmured, looking down at her shirt and pants; the top was a sickly pale greenish-brown, complete with a singular row of black buttons, and the pants a dull dark brown that matched nothing ever. Fixing the collar of her shirt, and turning to face her full length mirror, the redhead hummed consideringly. "I still need socks, oh, and the hat," She snatched a pair of plain black ankle socks from her dresser and slipped them on, then searched around her room for where she'd thrown her hat.

"Elsa!"

"What?" The blonde called back.

"Have you seen my hat?" Anna raised her head and looked around her room once again.

"It's where you left it," Elsa replied dryly. Anna's brow scrunched.

"And where's that?"

"Living room," Anna could practically hear her sister's eyes rolling. "We're going to be late."

"You woke me up over an hour early, and we live less than five minutes away, I think we're okay." Anna quipped, walking to her bedside table, grabbing her wallet, phone and iPod. She moved to jam them into non-existent pockets and then muttered something about 'useless pants' under her breath. "Hold on, need to grab a purse or something, no pockets."

"I have pockets on my uniform," Elsa mocked, grinning to herself.

"Well aren't we special," The redhead murmured, pulling her purse off the bedpost where she'd hung it, stuffing her things in and zipping it up before slinging it over her shoulder. "This purse is way too nice for this uniform."

"I'm sure," The elder sibling hummed, scrolling through a few new texts on her phone, "they're getting antsy at work. Normally I'd be there already."

"Yes, well," Anna stepped out of her room and closed the door behind her, adjusting the strap of her purse as she walked to Elsa, "you're an overachiever. It's ridiculous to be at work more than half an hour early."

"I have a lot to do," The blonde insisted, sliding her phone into her pocket and pulling out her keys.

"And unless you're on the clock it isn't your problem." Anna sing-songed and she reached past Elsa for her jacket. "Is it cold outside?"

"You're asking me?" Elsa asked incredulously, wearing a smirk.

"Well miss I'm not bothered by the cold, you could at least guess what normal people would feel outside," Anna teased, slipping her jacket on.

"It's September, and Canadian weather, so yes, it's cold," Elsa joked as she pulled the front door open; "and don't forget your hat. You also need to tuck your shirt into your pants."

"Aww, seriously?" Anna pouted, quickly grabbing her hat off the back of the black leather sofa, and following her sister out of the door into the hallway. Elsa locked the door behind them and flipped through her key ring for her car keys.

"Yes," She answered, walking past Anna down the hall towards the stairs. It was a narrow passageway, with dull grey walls, and overhead recessed halogen bulbs, some of which were flickering, Anna noted as she stared up at the ceiling.

Their apartment was the 6th door to the left, on the 4th floor, so not too high but not too low to the ground. Anna was quite pleased with it.

The girls took the stairs down, opting to be more health conscious and avoid using the elevator. Within a matter of minutes they were going out the main entrance and round the building to head towards the parking lot.

Elsa walked up to her car–a steel blue 2013 Honda Civic; nothing exceptionally fancy, but it was functional–and unlocked the driver's side. Once she'd slipped in and buckled up, she unlocked the passenger's door and Anna promptly followed suit, sliding in and buckling up snugly.

"You know, I don't see the point in taking your car," Anna commented, looking over the dash, "we're less than five minutes away."

"You want to get your uniform dirty?" Elsa raised a brow without so much as turning her head, turning the key and starting the car with a low rumble. "This way if I have errands to run after work I can easily do them." She added quickly, looking over her shoulder as they backed out of her parking space. "You'll adjust to my routine."

"I'm sure," Anna fiddled with her hands, leaning against her window and staring out, watching the city landscape whiz by them as they drove. "I'm not too much of a disruption, am I?" Elsa hummed softly and shook her head, her blue eyes fixed on the road ahead of them.

"No, not at all," She assured sweetly, "and besides, we planned this. It's just a shame that you start your first year when I'm already in my fourth." Anna shrugged her shoulders, eyes widening a bit as they approached their destination. Elsa side glanced, and smiled. "You're looking oddly excited for this."

"Well, I did say I wanted the job," The redhead replied quickly, "the extra money will be nice."

"Help pay for the pounds of chocolate you eat," Elsa joked, laughing as she pulled into the parking lot and was sure to steer the car to the opposite side of the drive thru, not wanting to take up customer parking spaces.

"I don't eat that much chocolate," Anna gasped, feigning hurt. When Elsa pulled in and stopped, Anna stepped out of the car and slammed her door shut. "It's a healthy appreciation for the cocoa bean."

"I'm sure," Elsa laughed again, closing her own door after locking the car. "Come on, I'll introduce you. I think I'm training you today." Anna's eyes widened hopefully, scurrying after Elsa as she walked to the nearest entrance, pushing the door open, which caused a chime to sing to life.

"Oh, Elsa, good," A tall muscular blonde spoke, wearing a uniform much like Elsa's, but rather than black it was a dark olive green. Anna just assumed he was important, considering his inform looked different than her own–the peon's uniform, she mused. "So the sink's backed up at cash three, the men's washroom has an overflowing toilet, and our milk order is going to be late." Elsa raised her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose.

"Kristoff, it's too early for this," She pushed past the blonde man and walked around the counter, heading through the kitchen towards the office. Anna followed on her sister's heels, casting glances to everyone she passed along the way. The blonde opened the office door, setting her purse down on the desk and taking a seat. Anna stood in the doorway, shifting unsurely, when Kristoff came up behind her and continued talking to Elsa over her head.

"Well then you don't want to hear how we're completely out of the two hundred and fifty and five hundred millilitre white milks," The tall man leaned against the doorway, opposite Anna.

"But we still have some chocolate?" Elsa asked, turning the computer on, and glancing sideways at the monitors.

"I think so. Haven't had anyone tell me otherwise."

"Then we should be okay, at least until the truck gets in," The blonde whirled around in her chair, "when is it scheduled to arrive?"

"Company says to expect the truck for two this afternoon, three at the latest," Elsa glanced at the clock–it was only 7:52. "So until then, I just told them to suggest chocolate if customers ask for white." The blonde nodded absently and flicked her eyes to Anna.

"Okay, good, and this is Anna." She gestured to her sister with her hand. Anna jumped a bit at the mention of her name, quickly snapping her eyes to meet Kristoff's.

"Ah, the infamous little sister," Kristoff laughed and reached over, patting the redhead firmly on the back, "you know Elsa's been talking about you near non-stop these last few weeks; she's really excited to have you living with her." Anna's eyes widened a bit, and she flushed, her cheeks growing pink. Elsa, likewise blushing, whirled her chair around to face the computer screen once again.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, uh," Anna's eyes fell on the golden nametag on the man's shirt, "Kristoff."

"Likewise," The blonde smiled widely, a toothy sort of grin, which threatened to split his face. "So, have you been assigned a tandem partner?"

"Tandem what?" Anna blinked.

"I'm training her today," Elsa intervened, "she already did her videos." Kristoff gave a nod while Elsa's eyes drifted to the monitor screens once again. "You've got a lineup, practically out the door, and it looks like only Ariel and Tiana are helping. Tell Meg and Naveen that if they don't have any orders in drive to help storefront." Kristoff snorted.

"You think I can get Meg to stop leaning on the counter for five seconds to help? And Naveen'll just chat up the customers again–" Elsa raised her hand, wordlessly shushing the masculine male.

"Just tell them to help storefront, that I'm the one saying it." Kristoff gave a nod and whirled around, passing through the kitchen and stepping back into the main store. Elsa watched on the screen as Meg reluctantly moved to storefront, and Naveen followed, heading towards the unoccupied cash.

"So, uhm," Anna watched her sister, wringing her hands out.

"When it's less busy you and I will go out and we can start," Elsa replied, slowly turning her chair back around and scooting it over a few inches to open and drawer. Anna watched closely, curious. The blonde fished out a simple brown nametag, and a label maker, punching in the letters A-N-N-A and printing out. She stuck the freshly printed sticker to the tag and offered it to her sister. "Here, put this on, preferably on the left side of your uniform."

"Sure," Anna took the tag and looked it over, "what's this empty space for?" She asked, pointing to the small beige rectangle of unoccupied space directly below her name. Elsa hummed.

"To be honest, we're not entirely sure," She smiled at Anna, "we use it for nicknames."

"Oh," The redhead stared down at the tag for a minute before pinning it to her shirt, "do we pick the nickname?" Elsa shook her head slightly.

"No, it just sort of, happens," The blonde mused, pressing her index finger to her lower lip, "most of the time the other employees just start referring to you by it, and it sticks, so we make it official."

"What's yours?"

"Well, I've got one of these fancy gold nametags," The blonde gestured to the tag on her black uniform top, "but I hear most of the employees refer to me as the Snow Queen," Elsa laughed, "my guess is it's either my love of winter, or the fact everyone seems terrified of authority here so I'm a villain; maybe a mix of both." Anna jutted out her lower lip in a pout.

"You are not a villain, Elsa," She insisted, enveloping her sister in a tight hug, which the blonde happily returned. "You're super nice. Not just anyone would let their obnoxious little sister move in with them." The blonde laughed.

"Yes, well, not just anyone has a sweet little sister like I do," Anna's cheeks reddened and she rubbed her face into Elsa's braid, murmuring her discomfort with being complimented in such a way. Elsa only laughed. "Come now Anna, are you still this awkward with taking compliments?" The redhead buried her face deeper into her sister's platinum plait. Elsa rubbed her sister's back soothingly and smiled fondly. "Just the same as always." The slow circles Elsa rubbed into her back pacified the redhead and she slowly lifted her head, though her cheeks were puffed and she half glared.

"You're a stinker."

"I know," Elsa smiled and leaned back, reaching over for a hairnet, handing Anna one as well, "you need to put this one, and your visor, before we can go on the floor." The redhead watched as Elsa rolled her braid into a bun, pinning it up before entrapping her gorgeous blonde locks under that cheap wiry hairnet. A visor soon followed the accused hairnet, and Elsa's hair was efficiently covered, not a single strand out of place, the picture of perfection. "Just do that," She blinked, "though you might want to take your braids out, at least for now." Anna pouted and turned her back to Elsa, kneeling down.

"Can you help me then? Put it in a bun like yours," Anna chewed her bottom lip, "please?"

"Sure," Elsa shrugged, watching as Anna hurriedly undid her twin braids and tussled her fingers through her freed locks; diligently, Elsa combed her own fingers through the fiery mane, taming it with her digits, and collecting it all into a bun, pinning it up much like she had done with her own. "Mom didn't teach you how to do this?"

"I never asked," Anna replied softly, thoroughly enjoying the pleasant raking of her sister's slender fingers through her hair, "and it never really looked too great. I like braids better, and they're easier."

"I think it looks fine," Elsa commented, snatching Anna's hairnet from her hands and opening it, stretching it out over her hair and tucking it behind her ears. "Now put the visor on too," The blonde leaned over to peak at the monitors; "it's quieted down a bit, so we can go practice." Elsa stood abruptly, adjusting her visor and walking out ahead of Anna, smoothing out the front of her uniform and adjusting the belt so the buckle was centered. The redhead stood, grabbing her visor and slipping it on, making sure it fit comfortably before following after Elsa.

Anna followed Elsa's lead, watching as her sister approached an unoccupied cash register–which she's fairly sure Elsa referred to by number, four, maybe–and stopped in front of the screen. She gestured for Anna to come over, and the redhead approached, turning her teal eyes to the monitor; on it was a number of bright and colourful buttons, each representing an item, condiment or modification, and each labeled. On a quick glance, Anna could see the bottom row which consisted of coffee sizes, common modifications–black, regular, double-double, triple-triple, and 4x4–and a number pad.

It was above that where it got confusing. Along the left hand side were several buttons that varied from 'bagels' to 'donuts', and each of these buttons triggered a separate screen that brought up even more buttons. It was overwhelming, to say the least; especially so considering orders were on a limit restriction.

"Remember fast and accurate service," Elsa smiled, as she tapped several buttons and explained a few things to Anna, which she intently listened to, "but never forget S.E.T." The younger sister turned her eyes up. Elsa noted her sister's perplexed expression and shook her head, an amused smile on her lips. "It was in your videos; smile, eye contact, thank you. It's how you perform an order for a customer."

"Got it," Anna bobbed her head, "but can I, uhm, just make coffees today? Please? I don't want to use this," She gestured to the screen with both hands, rather theatrically, "yet. At least not without some more practice." Elsa had intended to reason with Anna, inform her that she was on a schedule and needed to have her trained by the end of the week, but those wide teal puppy-dog eyes made her falter.

"Fine," A chime at the door made Elsa turn her eyes up, watching as their first customer approached, "just make this gentleman's coffee, and I'll take the order," The blonde turned, facing the dark haired man as he walked to the counter. "Good morning, what can I get for you today?" The man grunted a reply and then dropped two dollars onto the counter. "Extra-large two by four." Elsa gave a nod and pressed in two creams, four sugars.

Beside her, Anna kept her eyes up, watching as the order appeared on the screen above her sugar dispenser. She then turned her eyes down, reaching for a cup and grabbing a large by mistake. She hurriedly made the drink, jamming her fingers harder than necessary into the buttons, and dispensing the creams and sugars into the cup. Then, with a wobbly grip, she poured the black liquid into the cup. Anna's nose wrinkled a bit at the strong scent of the black coffee, which was a bit overpowering.

"H-Here you are, sir," She smiled widely and lidded the coffee, marking it with a nearly written '2x4' using her grease pen, and slid it over the counter to the awaiting customer. He stared down, and then glowered, turning his nose up.

"This is a large. I asked for an extra-large, get it right." Anna, now more than a little flustered, bowed her head in apology and scrambled to correct her mistake. The now appropriately sized extra-large was given to the man, and he snatched it off the counter, grumbling. "Better get this right next time, on your first try."

Anna frowned and turned her eyes down, biting her lower lip. Elsa tried her hardest to remain steeled, but her demeanour broke slightly, betraying her mask. She glared slightly, her blue gaze narrowed on the man's coffee, as her hands balled tightly into fists atop the counter. The man left, without another word, and stepped outside in the cool morning air.

"Sorry," Elsa nearly jumped at the soft meek voice, turning her head to Anna and frowning; she walked to her sister's side and placed her hands on Anna's shoulders. She gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Don't be, people make mistakes, and besides," She leaned in and whispered, "he was a jerk. But we do need to be a bit more mindful of things like that in the future, okay?"

"Okay," Anna nodded, smiling a bit despite herself.

"Tell you what, keep up the good work and we'll order a pizza tonight." The redhead brightened up at that and gave an enthusiastic nod.

"Sure!"

"Great," The blonde turned to the cups, "now, maybe we should go over the sizes again."

Outside the store, while walking down the sidewalk, the man raised his coffee to his lips and blinked. Confused, her lowered the drink and tore the lid off; his coffee was frozen solid.