Elsa Aren was busy preparing everything on the front counter of her ice cream parlor for the inevitable rush that happens shortly after lunch time, when the bell above the door rang and in walked an adorable red haired girl, who might have the cutest face Elsa had seen in her entire life.
'Conceal it, don't feel it.' Elsa told herself, knowing full well that her aunt would still hang around her, wary of any 'sinful actions' whenever a cute girl walked into the store.
The girl came in then immediately went over to glance out the window like she was looking for something, or someone. Elsa noticed and cleared her throat loudly. The girl jumped slightly and turned to look at who was trying to get her attention, only to have to do a double take.
'Holy crap this girl is hot!' Anna Delle thought, taking a minute to blatantly check out the woman in front of her. She had very nice curves from what Anna could see above the counter, and she was sure the rest of her was just as attractive. She had a nice full figure, and pale skin that looked so soft it might actually be silk. Her hair was almost a white-blonde color that she had never seen before in her life and it was pulled up into a neat bun with a few rogue pieces hanging down in her face. Which led her to this girl's eyes. They were so big and so full of emotion, and they were a vibrant shade of blue that reminded Anna of a bright summer sky. She was also blushing, which made her all the more adorable. 'Why is she blushing? Oh duh, probably because you're staring at her with what I can only imagine is an I-wanna-take-off-all-your-clothes face. Way to go genius, now it'll be even harder to sell this.'
"Ummm…hi!" Anna said in the most cheerful voice she could muster. "This is going to sound weird but my uh…ex-boyfriend may or may not think that I have a fiancé who owns this place and he's gonna show up like any minute now so please pretend to be engaged to me. I swear I'll buy one of everything and I'm so sorry this is probably so weird for you and also I'm sorry about staring at you before and making everything awkward. Not that you're awkward, I'm awkward. You're gorgeous…Wait, what?"
Elsa had to quickly turn away and hide her smile and the light blush on her face and ran face first into her best friend Kristoff, who had just come around the counter on the other end. He raised his eyebrows at the blush on Elsa's face and looked to the redheaded girl who appeared to be rambling off more apologies, her face as red as her hair. He looked from her back to Elsa and curved his lips in a shit-eating grin that made Elsa falter as he took her by the hand and said to the redhead, "Excuse us for a moment, please."
She looked back towards the door, craning her neck to look through the windows without being seen, almost like she was paranoid someone nasty would come through it at any moment, and whispered, "Hurry up, if you don't mind."
Kristoff brought Elsa to the back corner of the counter and said as low as he could, "You should go for it, Elsa. I may not know how lesbian flirting works but she was DEFINITELY checking you out, and there were definitely not PG thoughts going through her head."
Elsa blushed even harder at his comment and breathed, almost panicked, "I can't, Kristoff. If my aunt found out she would kill me. And then her. And then probably me again. And then she would leave me all alone here, and I'm not ready for that just yet."
Kristoff was about to say something when the bell jingled and an auburn-haired man with long, thick sideburns walked in and his eyes locked onto the redhead. Kristoff made to hop the counter and muttered, "Fine, if you won't do something, I will." He walked up to the redhead and slung his arm around her shoulder like they had known each other for years and spoke in the sweetest voice Elsa had ever heard him use, "Hey, honey, what a nice surprise to see you here. I wasn't expecting to get to see you for at least a week with how busy you've been. And…hey, who's your friend here?"
At that, Anna pulled herself out of her panic and tried to match his sweet, loving tone but went a few octaves too high and just sounded like she was trying really hard to be lying. "Oh, this is a friend of my family, Hans Westergard. We were just having lunch and there was a small misunderstanding about my relationship status, so I figured he needed to meet my fiancé."
"You're engaged to her?" said Hans in a tone that indicated his disbelief. "I don't buy it for a second."
Anna glared back at him and nearly growled, "Well it's true so you can go anytime you like, Mr. Westergard. And tell my mother and father the good news as well."
He looked angry for a moment and Kristoff thought he might start yelling or something for a moment, but then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He turned and said, "Very well, my dearest Anna, but I feel as though we need to have another conversation about this later. I get the idea that your parents will not find this news very happy." And with that, he walked out of the shop.
The three of them collectively let out a breath that none of them knew they were holding as the door swung shut. They all just stood there for a minute, Anna being shocked that her plan had worked and the other two being unsure what to do now. After a few minutes of stunned silence, Elsa's aunt, Ingrid Aren, walked out of the back of the store, completely oblivious to what had just occurred. She looked from Kristoff to Anna and back, raised her eyebrow curiously, and asked "What is going on here, Mr. Bjorgman. Who is this young lady?"
For a moment, he wasn't sure why she was so interested but then he noticed his arm was still laying across her shoulders and quickly blurted, "Oh, she's just a friend of mine." He almost said more but he realized he couldn't say anything about this girl because he didn't know her.
Ms. Aren did not look like she was going to accept that answer, but thankfully Anna saved the day by jumping in. "Hi, I'm Anna Delle. It's a pleasure to meet my friend's boss, he talks about you all the time. Oh but not anything bad he's always talking about how much he loves working here and how great his boss is. It's all he talks about really, just work and ice cream, work and ice cream, work-"
"I think I get the point, Ms. Delle," Ms. Aren cut in. "It is a pleasure to meet you but I must be going, I have a few friends that invited me to join them for lunch. Elsa, I should be back before it gets too busy in here, but be prepared just in case I am delayed. Oh, and Kristoff, I do not mind your friends coming in here but I believe you have too much work to do to be standing around chatting the day away. Good day to you, Ms. Delle."
As she turned to leave, Kristoff called after her, "Don't worry, Ms. Aren. She plans on buying something." He then turned to Anna with a wicked grin before continuing at a normal volume. "I believe she said she wanted one of everything."
Anna pushed Kristoff's arm off of her shoulders. "Crap I did say that, didn't I?" She groaned and put her face in her hands before taking her debit card out of her purse and holding it out to him. She sighed, "Don't even tell me the total. Just ring it up before I change my mind."
Kristoff tentatively reached out to grab it when Elsa finally snapped out of her stunned state and shouted, "Kristoff Bjorgman, don't you dare think about charging this girl for anything!" He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and backed away awkwardly as Elsa came around the counter and smiled apologetically at Anna. "Sorry about him, he's kind of an idiot..."
Elsa continued talking, but Anna was too lost in the sound of this amazing girl's voice. 'Oh wow, I could listen to this girl talk all day. Her voice is absolutely perfect! And I was absolutely right about the rest of her. DAAAAMN girl, you got hips I could ride for days. Okay that sounded really creepy. Don't stare at her ass, Anna. Don't stare! I…oh crap she's looking at me. She stopped talking. Did she ask me a question?'
Anna pulled herself out of her thoughts and tried to ask as nonchalantly as possible, "Sorry I didn't quite catch that. What did you say?"
Elsa chuckled a little and said, "I asked if you would like any ice cream. Just one, of course."
Anna's eyes widened and she nearly screamed, "Oh my god, you have ice cream!" She saw the blonde girl, Elsa, as she was called, raise one eyebrow in a look that Anna immediately thought had to be illegally sexy. She looked around and finally noticed that she was, in fact, in an ice cream parlor. "Oh, sorry," she said as she looked down in embarrassment. "I was so concentrated on making that jerk leave, I didn't even notice where I had walked into."
Elsa laughed out loud, making Anna's stomach do flips, before steering Anna towards the counter and asking, "So what can I get you, Anna? It was Anna, right?"
Anna excitedly played bounced up and down and squeaked, "Yeah, it's Anna, and I want whatever has the most chocolate, and add as much extra chocolate as you are legally allowed to."
For the third time in this short encounter, Elsa laughed out loud. She couldn't remember the last time she laughed this much with anyone besides Kristoff. She smirked at the redhead and said, "A big fan of chocolate, are we?" Anna started to look flustered and she was about to start rambling when Elsa continued in a whisper, "That's okay. I am, too." Anna's eyes widened and she smiled a huge radiant smile, and it was Elsa's turn to experience her stomach flipping. She swore that smile was so bright it could light up an entire building, and so warm it could melt entire glaciers in a heartbeat. She could see that smile every day and never get tired of it, especially if she was the one who put it there. 'Okay, now you're getting ahead of yourself, Elsa. You know you can't have those kind of feelings with your aunt still around. She would give me an earful if she found out.'
Anna had been taken aback at the serene look that had fallen over Elsa's face when she smiled. She found herself blushing and looking down awkwardly, stuttering, "A-anyways, how much will that be?"
"Oh, r-right. One large triple fudge brownie ice cream with extra chocolate chips and chocolate sauce. That will be $7.57," Elsa stuttered out as Anna handed her her debit card.
As Elsa handed the debit card back along with her receipt, Anna thanked her and went to take a seat in the empty lobby. Elsa turned to walk towards the back room when Kristoff grabbed her hand, and spun her around. "Now wait a second, 'Ice Queen.' There is no way you are gonna go hide in the back when there is a cutie out here who is totally into you!" He whispered, checking to make sure said girl hadn't overheard him.
Elsa rolled her eyes at the use of her high school nickname. While she had only known Kristoff for the better part of a year, he had taken to using the nickname as soon as he found out about it. She pulled her arm out of his grasp and sighed, "I appreciate what you're trying to do for me, Kris. Really, I do. But you and I both know that I can't keep a relationship from my aunt, and she'd leave if she found out. I'm, sorry, but I'm just not ready for that yet." He looked like he was about to say something, so she put on her serious face and added, "And on top of that, Mr. Bjorgman, I believe you have a customer's order to make."
Kristoff backed off, knowing not to push her when she pulled out what he called the 'business voice.' He watched her disappear into the back room as he prepared Anna's ice cream. He knew she wouldn't be back out here for a while, but that gave him plenty of time to put his plan into action. He quickly finished the ice cream and brought it over to the redhead, who looked very excited for it.
As she dug in, he took a seat across from her and stared at her intently. She noticed around her third or fourth bite and stared right back at him. "Can I…help you?" she questioned.
His lips twitched up into the smallest smile and he stated simply, "Yes. I believe you can."
Author's Note: This is definitely not a one-shot. There are already more chapters in the works. It's rated M in case violence or smut happens. It may, it may not, I prefer to let the characters kind of write themselves so we'll just have to see what happens.