Elsa pushed a soft strand of her light hair away from her face, staring wistfully out at the swirling lights around her. One of her elbows pressed into the cold metal work surface of the food van, the other arm bent, fingers played along the windows small, thin edge. This was getting boring.
If only she didn't need this stupid job. Serving candy floss? Just months ago she was swanning around her veritable mansion, enjoying music, balls, chocolate...
Now she was glaring out a fast food vans window, watching others having fun.
If only she didn't need this damn job. But she did. She needed the money desperately, a feeling she was just getting used to. Was her pain not enough already? Was it not enough for the world to have the young heiresses parents ripped away...
Sharp blue eyes widened. Her full, long lashes fluttered, blinking rapidly to dispel the well of tears building along her waterline, struggling to remain impassive against the harsh, aching burn moving up her throat, ignoring the acrid taste in her mouth. She had to keep this job. Not for herself, for really, would she care if she was homeless and starved? But for Anna. The one light left in a hollow life, a glittering orb of sun in her frozen world, stopping her from fading into oblivion, stopping her from shutting out everyone.
"Hey, excuse me?" Elsa's eyes snapped open, a light blush, more purple than pink in colour, flushed delicately up her pale white neck.
Her eyes flitted helplessly before finding the half-amused, half-concerned smirk just centimetres before her face. She stood upright quickly, forcefully crashing back down into reality. She forced her mind back into the present and forced her gaze back to this customer.
"Holy shit" it was no more than a faint murmur that arose from her lips, not enough for this- this snow angel to hear, but obviously loud enough for him to realise she'd spoken. His cheeks, almost translucent, crinkled into a sweet and innocent looking dimple, eyebrows raised in confusion, making his his eyes widen. And oh god, those eyes. Elsa felt herself drawn to them, they looked so intricate, swirling watercolours painting a grey-blue sky, subtle where hers' were fierce, kind where hers' looked harsh. She felt an intense, irrational jealousy as she looked at those eyes, a feeling of belonging.
"Ma'am are you, um, okay?"
Elsa felt the tell tale heat of her blush once more and ducked her head, smiling and shaking her thoughts away.
"Yes, I'm so sorry" she needed to keep her business head on. Think of Anna, think of- "How may I help you" she got out, cutting her train of thought off abruptly.
"Well, I came over here and noticed your sign's rubbed off" he began, a small smile playing once again on his lips. "And I was about to walk away, when I saw this pretty girl," he slid her a wink. She looked away quickly, fighting a smile off of her face, "and decided perhaps she could tell me what this van sells?" His forehead puckered, brows furrowed in question.
"Hmm" Elsa feigned intense concentration, "I suppose-" she drew the oh out in and exaggerated sigh, "That this -pretty girl- would probably tell you that this van sold candy floss and soda." She fought down butterflies that skittered along her stomach lining, and fluttered in her lungs, letting a smirk she hoped looked cool and collected trace her lips.
"How much" his tone slipped down, his chest pressed into the vans wall as he leaned over in an over-the-top conspiratorial whisper. Elsa hid a snicker in her hand, playing along. She slowly placed her mouth by his ear, stage whispering "£2.50, but play nice and we could strike a bargain." She was honestly shocked at herself. It felt so easy to joke and banter with this guy. Who was he?
"Well." He leaned away, fingers tapping on the edge of the windowsill. Then he seemed to come to a decision, tipping onto the balls of his feet, "how about a kiss?" Elsa felt her muscles tense as he swooped up and planting a chaste kiss on her cheek. Then he looked down, hand ruffling through his white hair, pale skin streaking red. Elsa just stared, small lips open slightly, forehead wrinkled.
"I- I'm sorry." His cool guy bravado disappeared, he just looked embarrassed, "I'll go, sorry if I made you uncomfortable." With that he turned, pacing away from the van, away, away from her-
"Wait!" The cry tore from her throat before she could stop herself, then, in a frenzy she grabbed a bag of fluffy pink, her whole body pushed against the patchy, white-painted door and she jogged, the arm not burdened by candy floss outstretched, until her finger found a cool, clothed shoulder. Grabbing recklessly onto plush navy fabric, she turned the boy around. Shocked eyes bored into hers, and for once, all the aggressiveness that found its root in there melted away. It felt right. The weak blue colour complemented his mottled white skin and-
A cold hand rested on hers, pushing it off his shoulder. The boy looked questioningly down at her. Wow he was tall. Well, compared to her.
"Oh- um, right, yeah" well shit Elsa, way to be articulate, "you- you forgot your candy floss."
"But I didn't?" he looked confused.
She managed a shy wink, " we're always to keep an open mind for new currency's."
AN- Hey! So this is my first story. i dont know how long it will be, or if it will be good, but I shall try.
Who is he? ooOoH. yes my dumbass self is trying to create suspense although we all know who it hecking is.