AN: So, this is my first fanfiction in a really long time, and I'm pretty anxious that it sucks. Either way though, thank you in advance for reading and any criticism would be highly appreciated!


There was music. Loud, thumping music that made your heart feel like it was thrumming along, a rhythm that almost seemed to carry your feet without your consent. It was sort of surprising that the seemingly expensive artwork hadn't yet dropped from the walls with all the rattling going on throughout the framework of the large house, emanating from the floor below.

Anna and her new (read: first) beau, Hans, had just arrived and the intone of the music and the thrill of going to her first actual party was already sweeping Anna away, like rapids during a storm. Her excitement was hard to contain, and after carelessly tossing her coat to the side, she began shaking Hans' arm in excitement as she giggled and bounced around, as if that would help him remove his own heavy winter jacket any faster.

"Anna! Slow down, it's all right. We made it." He looked at her as endearingly as possible while her eyes sparkled. It almost pained him knowing that this probably wasn't going to work out. Almost. But he figured he'd take her here and make sure Elsa saw them, sparking undoubtable jealousy within her, and then she wouldn't be able to resist him! Besides, he'd only been with Anna for a week, it couldn't possibly be that devastating for her if they were to break up. Not that he cared.

"I— Ah, sorry!" Anna blushed, dropping his arm, hoping she didn't accidentally dislocate his shoulder in the manifestations of her furor. Watching as he carefully hung his outerwear in the closet, muttering something about not wanting it to get stolen, she bites her lip. Tonight's a big night for her, and she wants everything to be perfect. It was new years eve, and the first time her parents let her go to a party that wasn't supervised, a minor detail she selectively decided to leave out upon their interrogation. Being their only child, home-schooled up until this past September, they were rather protective. Yet despite the hard stares she received from her mother and father, and the endless begging she had done this past week in order for this to even happen, what she was most anxious about was the kiss.

Yes, the kiss.

Surely it was true love if Hans wanted to bring her to this party, on new years. He must definitely want to kiss her too. Her cheeks dissolved to pink again at the thought.

"'You ready?" He asked, offering her a hand. "Yes!" Anna exclaimed, her voice bursting from her like a cannon ball, clasping her hand in his eagerly.

Hans chuckled, a little wearily, rolling his eyes slightly as he lead her forwards to the door that separated the main foyer of the house to the stairs descending into the basement. Swinging outward, it was as though the sturdy timber were a portal to another world. The sound of a powerful refrain now chanted loudly in their ears, the lights were dim, and the mild aroma of cigarette smoke rose into their lungs as they started down the narrow staircase. Hans let her hand drop as his height diminished, as if he were being swallowed by the dark and thick music. Anna gripped the railing on her right firmly, taking a nervous gulp before following after her suitor.

Reaching the carpeted floor of the basement, Anna's eyes opened wide. There were lots of people, some dancing, some sitting on the deep brown leather couches off to the side, almost all holding a plastic red cup with some mixture of alcohol and soft drink. A group waved from across the room at Hans, motioning him over, and Anna walked swiftly next to him, wrapping her hands around his right arm and leaning into him slightly. Hans averted the mildly confused looks of his buddies at this, managing to trade her form for a full cup of the liquid everyone else seemed to be enjoying just before reaching them.

"Hans! Glad you made it, man!" One of them exclaimed, knocking him on the shoulder with his fist. Hans smirked. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be here? Everyone from our school seems to be here," His eyes swept the room casually. "Everyone that matters, anyway." A ripple of chuckles came from the group at Hans' arrogant remark, and Anna cautiously joined along despite not finding the comment all that funny.

~x~

Anna continually glanced at her watch as the slivers journeyed from eight o'clock to nine, and Hans had barely looked at her since gathering with his pals and gulping down his first, second, third, and fourth cups of the strong solvent that tickled Anna's nose and burned her throat. At first she had tried to include herself, but it soon became clear that they were too caught up in their inside jokes and clique-specific gossip to really notice or care for her usually very bubbly presence. It didn't take her long to dismember herself from the group and take to leaning against the wall by the stairs, disappointed in her new boyfriend's lame behaviour. She decided that he was only caught up in the holiday spirit with his friends, despite a part of her feeling as though he should be doing that with her instead. She somehow managed to get two cups of the rough liquid into her, mostly due to boredom, and she could feel the poison start to take it's effect on her conscious.

~x~

Eventually she found herself in one of the main floor bathrooms, and upon her exit she heard the doorbell ring. She knew this wasn't her house at all, but figured it'd be lucky if anyone from downstairs could have heard the delicate chimes exuding from the entrance of the building. Refilled cup in tow, she decided to answer it.

She opened one of the heavy double doors, stumbling slightly in her clumsy and somewhat tipsy state, revealing a very tall, stocky, blonde man who looked to be about her age, marginally covered in snow due to the flurry occurring outside.

"Hey!" She exclaimed, probably a bit too excited. "Uh, hi? I have your pizza here. Four large?" He responded, squinting at her through the snow, unable to wipe his face due to his warm luggage. "Oh, come in, come in!" She took a crooked step back, allowing him entry into the foyer.

Closing the door after his large frame stepped through the threshold, she pointed to a long table to her left, indicating the drop off area. He obliged, mussing his hair and 'Pizza Cabin' cap free of snow once his hands were free. "So that'll be.. Fifty-two ninety-seven." He stated, looking up from the crumpled receipt he fetched from his well-worn leather jacket. Anna's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Oh, right!" She slapped a hand to her face and smiled into it. "Well, this isn't my house or anything so I can't exactly pay you." She giggled sheepishly, moving to stand next to the table as well, placing her drink on it's marble surface. The man sighed. "Alright, well, I need my payment so I can leave." He replied gruffly.

"Why don't you just stay?" She questioned innocently, resting a hand against the table, keeping herself steady. "Because I have to go back to the shop and give them the payment, wherever that's supposed to be." He countered with a raised eyebrow, voice slightly irked. Anna's lips formed a silent, 'Oh,' as she looked down at the pizzas, their aromas delicious and enticing. He eyed her suspiciously as her stomach grumbled, and she threw a hand to her mouth as she giggled in embarrassment.

"You can eat when you pay."

Anna pouted as a small groan escaped with her exhale. "Fine. I'll go find my dumb boyfriend and tell his dumb friend to pay for his dumb pizza." He nodded in response, leaning pseudo-protectively against the table next to the boxes of food. The redhead turned on her heel and proceeded to fall flat on her face with a small 'oouf'. The guy stifled a laugh behind a large hand, then offered it down to help her back to her feet. Anna laughed at herself as he anchored her upright. "What's your name, anyway?" She asked suddenly, before he let her hand go.

"Kristoff," He said, "Kristoff Bjorgman," moving the same hand to awkwardly rub the back of his neck.

"I'm Anna!" She beamed at him, sending a quick wave his way before turning and grabbing the door to the basement. A cautious lopsided grin tugged on Kristoff's lips.