A/N: This is my first modern!AU of Frozen. Please be gentle with me, I try my best to stick to characterization with a twist. There are implications of femslash and even Elsanna, don't like don't read. Thanks!
I do not own Frozen nor do I make a profit from any of this. Frozen belongs to Disney, I only write fanfiction as a form of entertainment.
Curves, yes curves, her body was perfect. The butt wasn't too big, neither were the breasts too perky. If anything, that woman was flawless. Slender body, flawless face—the blond locks tied into a French braid down to her hips.
Snap!
The woman posed again, placing her hands onto her hips and smiled at the camera. Though, the intent probably wasn't to seduce—people on the sidelines were having trouble from not getting a nosebleed or drool in front of her. Purple eye shadows gave her a more seductive demeanor as one of her eyebrows cocked, her smile turning into a teasing smirk. This time her vacant hand (not the one on her hips) balled into a fist, only letting her index finger point at the audience.
Snap!
"Aaaaand, it's a wrap!" The directors yelled as a girl with strawberry blonde hair, wearing a pair of black framed glasses frantically ran towards the model with a towel and a bottle of water. She didn't even dare to look at the model in front of her. The other girl had freckles all over her face, her hair was a lot messier so it couldn't possibly be put into a beautiful braid like the model right? Her face wasn't nice and pointy like the—right, Elsa. Her face was round, she had no literally no make-up on her face. In contrast she was wearing a white t-shirt with a picture of an asymmetrical snowman.
"Thank you," Elsa said to the girl as she gently took the bottle of water into her hands, opening it up and drinking it. Her movements were graceful, she appeared cold—but at least, polite. She gave the freckled girl a light smile before speaking up. "This must be a difficult job to do."
"Me? Are you talking to me?" The disbelief drenched her voice as the strawberry blonde frantically pointed to herself, looking in confusion, then looking at Elsa again. For a moment, their eyes met and she noticed the beautiful blue eyes the other had—ouch, another hit to her self-esteem! She noticed Elsa giggled before nodding. Anna was filled with pure embarrassment; she honestly didn't want to stay here any longer!
"Yes it is—I mean, no I don't mean you're difficult I just mean that, I mean, you're absolutely wonderful! All the other models pretend I don't exist and it's just so tiresome to be their personal slave for even a minute—not that you're like that, you're so graceful and kind and and, beautiful!" Her face became so red, she was so close to hiding her face away from Elsa and running out of the studio. Thankfully, at the moment it was just her and Elsa alone—well the things for the photographer were still there and the director went out for the time being.
"You're cute," Elsa laughed quietly before flinging the towel around her neck, then capping the bottle before tossing it into the nearest recycling bin.
"W-What? Me?" the other girl stuttered in even more confusion. What the model didn't notice was how much redder the other girl's face has turned from the words. Nobody has ever complimented her before. Was this a joke? It must be, nobody has ever thought of her to even be decent looking, let alone cute.
"Yes, you!" the words came out without any hesitation; skillfully she pulled her hair out of its braid and ran her fingers through a couple of times to soothe the knots. However soon, her eyebrows knitted into a light frown and she covered her mouth with her fingertips. "My apologies, I didn't even get your name yet."
"Uhm, well, it's okay! Nobody usually cares—I mean, my name, uhm right! It's Anna…Anna um, Anna Bell!" Anna was always bad with speech, she was either incredibly awkward or spoke incredibly fast…or a mixture of both. She fumbled with the bottom of her t-shirt, wrapping the fabric around her thumb over and over again until she couldn't possibly do it anymore.
"Anna, that's a nice name it's a—"just as Elsa held out her hand, the director and the photographer interrupted their small talk. She took her hand back and refocused her attention to the two. Anna had no idea what was going on, maybe a little bit, but generally, she had no idea.
It seemed like the general professional talks and what not. Just them going over Elsa's photo-shoots of the day and what improvements could be done the day after—of all the models she had to bring food, water, and towels for, Elsa was the one she liked the most. After all, not only was she extremely gorgeous but the fact that she was nice enough to acknowledge Anna's existence rather than treating her like trash. Unknowingly, she ran her fingers through her hair, soothing through all the knots and subconsciously attempting to look more presentable.
"It's always a pleasure to work with you Miss Arendelle," the director grinned as he pushed his slick brown locks to the side. His hands wandered over to Elsa's buttocks, attempting to touch them before being away by the model herself. His face was filled with disbelief but the smile maintained. "Would you like to have dinner together?"
"I'm afraid not," Elsa stated as a matter of fact. "I want to keep this relationship strictly professional and," her blue eyes wandered to his hands which had attempted to touch her body without consent. A gentle, yet almost mocking smile crawled upon her face," and I'd also like to keep things as they are on the contract. I do not permit any form of touching unless there is consent to it, and now that we're done my photo-shoots I appreciate that if we can keep our hands to ourselves like mature grownups. Thank you."
Anna was far too intrigued at Elsa's attitude towards the director. Some reason, she felt really proud of the blonde woman for calling out his actions. After all, she couldn't stand the state of mind he places himself as and the fact that he had tried to date over half of the models repulsed her even more. That old geezer was no more than a pervert and Anna hated him. Heck, if he wasn't her boss she probably would've left the moment she met him!
"Alright Miss Arendelle," he inhaled deeply, clearly upset at what Elsa had said. "I'll see you tomorrow then."
With that, he left the room with Elsa, Anna, and the photographer. A silence filled the room for brief seconds and then the photographer let out the biggest laughter that Anna has heard all day. It went on for around four seconds until the woman recollected herself.
"Phew, that was good, I gotta admit," she wiped her chocolate brown bangs behind her ear. The photographer packed up her camera and tripod before carrying them with her. "I was hoping one day a model would call him out on his bullshit. Man, Elsa you're too cold—no pun intended."
"Oh shush, Melody," Elsa rolled her eyes before walking closer to the photographer. She had long, brown hair flowing down to her waist. It was tied in a loose pony tail and the overall of Melody was incredibly casual but professional looking. "Wanna grab dinner together?"
"Nah, Els," Melody smiled before heading towards the door. Just before she decided to leave, her grin grew wider. "I have a date tonight! See ya!"
Before Elsa could say anything, she had already dashed out of the door, leaving her standing there with Anna awkwardly. Anna stood there, looking at the ground, not taking the risk to look Elsa in the eye in fear that she would feel incredibly ridiculous of being in her presence. However, a few seconds later Anna fidgeted at the uncomfortable atmosphere.
"I er, gotta run," she announced with an awkward smile as her fingers pointed at the knapsack on the ground. Anna picked up her bag before sliding her two arms through the straps. "It was nice meeting you Elsa! I hope I see you tomorrow—I mean, you know, I'll be here tomorrow as well too doing my job!"
"See you tomorrow, Anna." Elsa waved the younger woman a goodbye before the strawberry blonde women frantically ran out of the studio, leaving the blonde alone. She still had to wait for her agent to come along but for now… She pulled out her phone and dialled.
"Hey, can you grab Pitch and Once, we're gonna head to the Fountainhead today okay? And no, I can't just leave now I have to wait for my slow ass agent who wouldn't even budge, dearie. Okay cool, you're cool Frosty, bye." As soon as Elsa hung up, her agent had returned to the room. Quickly, the two exchanged some words and separated into their own ways.
Before officially leaving the building, Elsa headed to the washroom to remove her make up so she could prepare for the night. She ruffled the front of her hair a little, causing it to look slightly messy and then she did the rest of the preparation for the next half an hour…
Anna Bell, was in a bar all by herself. Obviously, she attempted to look better. For one, she combed her hair and removed her glasses. Her clothes looked slightly better, though not the stereotypical feminine type of clothes but a red V-neck long sleeve with a black vest over. Dark blue jeggings were worn in conjunction with her cowboy boots. She sat alone, stirring her margarita with the stick inside the cup. Her face landing flat on her palm, looking ultimately depressed she took a sip at her drink—woah, there was another person who was sitting alone and she looked kind of like her.
Messy blonde hair, pair of big framed hipster glasses—woah, that woman sure went full on casual. A baggy sweatshirt, and wait, was those sweatpants? Anna, might have a chance this time! The woman, without any hesitation walked up to the blonde and sat right next to her. Though awkward as she naturally is, she did her best.
"Hi there," she greeted and watched the other person turn around. Her jaw dropped a little and immediately she disputed any thoughts she might've had about this woman, being Elsa. But, looking closely, it did look like her. The blue eyes, the skin was still flawless, and just the way she presented herself reminded her so much of the model. "Elsa?"
"A-Anna!" Elsa was beyond shocked to see Anna there, she literally jumped out of her seat and questioned her sanity. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm just trying to find someone—I mean, you know, doing pub things like drinking, haha!" Anna laughed nervously before wiping her forehead, pushing some of her hair behind her ears. "What about you Elsa—I mean the way you're dressed doesn't seem like you're looking for company, I mean, I... yeah!"
"I just…I just want to drink without being bothered," Elsa replied smoothly before taking a bigger sip at her beer and gave Anna a look. "You look pretty handsome."
"Thanks! You look handsomer I mean, more handsome, not somer," her cheeks flushed from the heat and the embarrassment she was feeling. Anna took another cup of margarita and sipped at it before realizing, perhaps she was being a nuisance towards Elsa.
"I'm leaving," Anna smiled before standing up. "See you tomorrow, Elsa."
Leaving the bar made Anna feel incredibly shitty about herself—she placed so much effort into looking like this so people would perceive her as more presentable. Heck, she was even half blind because she took off her glasses. Yet, beauties like Elsa were trying to look unattractive—well, that was the thing that Anna would never have to do. Ah, the struggles of a beauty queen.
So much for trying to pick people up again.