He was sixteen and she was thirteen, but that didn't matter.

He was a counsellor and she was a camper, but that didn't matter either.

Or at least, it didn't to Anna. It mattered to her friends, of course. And it especially mattered to her sister, Elsa. But that didn't matter to Anna, either. It was just another little girly crush on a guy that was way out of her league. Just a little crush.

They kept in touch for the first few weeks after the summer, Anna and Kristoff. But then he got busy. "Sorry, Anna, I've got a lot of homework today," he said everytime she tried to talk to him.

Then he got a girlfriend. She was beautiful. She seemed to rock any outfit she was in, and even when she wore sweatpants and a hoodie, she looked amazing. It wasn't fair. This girl had a great face and great hair and a great body and a great boyfriend and probably a great life.

The next summer, he came back, and he brought her with him. She was so nice, and really smart. Anna could see why Kristoff loved her. And it was so hard to hate her after meeting her.

She didn't want to admit it, but he had broken her heart, so she did what she thought was the best thing to do. She cut him out of her life. She trained herself to stop thinking of him. It was much easier after he graduated. Slowly, she healed. She opened up again. She found a boyfriend.

And she forgot about him completely.


The clock read 9:15. Anna vaguely remembered hitting the snooze button, but that was more than an hour ago. She'd probably hit the off button, and now she was going to be late for work, and she didn't even have anything that she could eat for breakfast in her apartment, and she was supposed to have met Elsa for breakfast half an hour ago, and Elsa was probably mad at her, and her car was in the shop, and she couldn't very well be late on payday of all days, and oh no oh no oh no oh no.

She jumped up, knocking her phone off the table beside her bed. 5 missed calls. Two were from Elsa, and three from her boyfriend, Hans. Oh, shoot, Hans! He was going to give her a ride today! Quickly, Anna grabbed her shirt and jeans, and started fixing up her hair. She yanked the pinstriped shirt over her head, and started to put on her pants when her phone rang again. Elsa.

"Hey, Elsa, I know, I'm sorry, I accidentally turned off my alarm and I didn't get up until two minutes ago and I'm sorry I missed breakfast-"

A short laugh cut her off. "Wait, what's so funny?"

"Anna, we were supposed to meet for lunch. And I was calling because I'm not able to make it. Olaf's got a rash of some sort on his knee, and I want the vet to see it before it gets any worse." Olaf was Elsa's dog. He was a mix of some sort, white with a little brownish-orange spot on his nose.

"Well, okay, but I have to go because I'm late for work and Hans was supposed to drive me but he's probably already left because I told him to come at 8:30 and it's- oh man! Is it 9:23 already? Okay, see you, bye Elsa!"

She hung up, and looked out her window to see if Hans had taken on waiting for her, which he hadn't. So she had to take the bus. And the next bus that went to the café that was on the way to her work left in... well, she could see it arriving already! She ran outside, and barely caught the bus as it stopped right in front of her building.

By 9:45, Anna was at her local café, waiting in line. Her shift had already started, and her boss was probably only going to wait for another five minutes before taking it off her cheque. Could this line have moved any slower?

Five, ten minutes. She tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for the line to move. After what felt like forever, she finally grabbed her breakfast biscuit and coffee, and weaved around the tables, her mind whirring with excuses.

She rushed out of the coffee shop, hoping to catch the next bus. Anna attempted to maneuver through the crowd on the busy downtown street, bumping into a solid figure and spilling hot coffee everywhere.

"Hey!" The man turned around, the expression on his face far from friendly. His eyes flickered down to Anna, who held the offending cup in one hand, and was trying to sip up the coffee dripping from her hand. He narrowed his eyes at her. "Watch where you're going!"

"You watch where you're going!" She squinted back at him, her blue eyes trying to create the illusion of fearlessness. She wasn't going to back down from a fight. She wasn't scared. This big, tall guy in front of her staring at her with angry eyes didn't scare her at all! Right? She quickly ran through her self-defence plan in her head, just in case. This guy didn't seem all too violent, though. He- well, he was actually kind of cute. His sandy blond hair, added with those freckles and that body. Man, was he muscular...

He eyed her skeptically, and she couldn't help noticing his eyes. His big, brown eyes. Somehow, they looked familiar, but she could've sworn she'd never seen them before. His eyes looked like… well, they were the colour of...

"Your eyes look like chocolate!"

"Um, thank you."

"No problem!" Anna felt the hot coffee burn into her skin. "And, uh, sorry for spilling coffee on you! Sorry, sorry, sorry!" She was saying that word a lot this morning.

"Yeah, well, do you have a napkin or something?" He brushed at his chest, trying to get the big, brown stain off his shirt. She nodded, going through her purse, and handed him a stack of tissues. Their hands brushed together for a moment.

Anna suddenly jumped up. "I'm late for work. I better- I better go. See ya, Kristoff!" She ducked her head and practically sprinted to the closest bus stop, mentally smacking herself on the forehead.

Kristoff? Where did that come from?