hello again!
as promised, another story for you all! hope you enjoy : )
in this fic, I plan to update every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday.
disclaimer: I do not own Frozen or any of the characters; that belongs to the Walt Disney Company.
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Anna exhaled as the tight metallic dress unzipped. For the first time since six a.m. that morning, her lungs could breathe normally and her ribs could correctly utilize their original commodious room through her tiny torso. It was now half past ten, and Anna wanted nothing more than to go home, change into her pajamas, and watch reruns of Lizzie McGuire. However, she probably should get something to cover her naked body before she attempted to travel to her apartment.
Ten minutes later, Anna had changed into more comfortable clothes and was fixing her strawberry blonde hair into her casual braids when her partner in crime walked in looking just as fatigued as her. She was attired in a outfit similar to the spunky redhead; black leather pants and a matching tube top. Her hair was up in a messy bun with curly strands hanging by her ears and framing her pale face.
"Long day, huh, Elsa?" Ana asked applying gloss to her lips.
"You have no idea," Elsa sighed, slouching in the arm chair placed in the corner of the dressing room and unzipping her black combat boots. "C'mere, help me take off this boots."
Anna obeyed and kneeled next to her friend. Grasping onto the cool leather of the shoe, she used all of her force to try a pry the accessory off of Elsa's slim foot. Grunting and breathing heavily, Anna finally accomplished her goal - however, the end result was Anna and the shoe flinging halfway across the room.
"Are you ok?" Elsa laughed, holding her vibrating stomach in a giggle fit.
Anna sat flat on her bottom and fixed her skirt and sweater. Brushing her auburn locks from her freckled forehead and teal green eyes, she spoke out. "Whew, that was a workout," she giggled and stood up, walking back over to her friend.
"How much longer are you going to be? Because I'm kind of really tired and Lizzie McGuire reruns are calling my name, and I'm really hungry and want some of my chocolate stash, and-" Anna asked, fiddling with the frays of her cream colored sweater.
"Anna! You're babbling again," Elsa chastised with sparkling blue orbs, giving her a small grin with her thin lips. "And yes, you can go. I'll be home in about a hour. I have to talk the photographer about the lighting in my last shot."
"Ok cool!" Anna smiled brightly, grabbing her toiletry bag and stuffing it in her green duffel. "I'll see you later then!"
"Save some chocolate for me!" Elsa yelled out the door.
"No promises!"
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Anna walked out of the glass doors of the skyscraper building in which she was employed. Cringing slightly and a frown pasted on her mouth, she grimaced at the harsh weather painting the city streets. Rain slicked the ground, making the streets and sidewalks a dark and squalid gray. She hailed a cab with a sharp whistle. Less than ten seconds later, a yellow taxi stopped at the curb and Anna climbed in, smiling. She'd only been in New York for a few months, and she was already a pro at transportation. It was good thing too, as she didn't feel like staying in that ugly, dreary climate outside.
"Hello!" she said to the gruffly cab driver a few feet in front of her after getting herself comfortable and the flashing lights of the city moved quickly in a blur.
The heavy set man only grunted in a reply, his moustache wiggling slightly as he maneuvered the vehicle through the late traffic.
Anna sat back with a blush of embarrassment painting her cheeks. She also should remember that New Yorkers weren't as friendly as the townspeople back in Arendelle. This didn't faze her long though; she knew this move was her decision, and she had a fabulous life here. A steady modeling career with her sister and best friend, a fabulous city full of interest and mystery calling her name, and a great apartment in one of the most elegant buildings in all of Manhattan. She had nothing to complain about.
Nonetheless, she still did miss her hometown back in the lush greenery of Arendelle. She longed for her old school friends. She missed her parents and the Friday movie nights her family consistently kept up with every single week since she was a little girl. She missed the fresh air and fresh pastures to linger in, and be able to have a picture perfect view of the bright orange sunsets.
Jerked out of her daydream by the harsh brakes of the cab, she looked out the window to see her majestic home shining in front of her. Grabbing her duffel, she thanked the rude driver and hopped out of her ride, her pumps clicking on the dirty concrete.
Humming happily to herself despite the cruel weather, she was about to stroll though the heavy brass turnstile entrance when she heard someone cursing in the dirt patch by the artificial trees decorating the front.
Turning her head and squinting so the rain wouldn't block her vision, she raised her purse above her head to prevent the water from splashing onto her face. Her eyes widened at the sight.
A bulky young man, no older than 24, sat shivering. His body curled up to create warmth, Anna could only see his blonde shaggy hair covering his face. He was clad in black, torn clothes that had definitely seen better days in Anna's opinion, and she could see his toes sticking out of his soiled shoes. Keening her ears, she heard his faint whispers of curses and other negative connotations.
"Are you ok?" Anna asked timidly. What in the name of talking snowman are you doing? Her conscience screamed at her. Just ignore him and go inside. Your feet are killing you anyway.
Quicker than lightning, the man's face yanked itself upwards and stared at the girl. He surprised Anna by showing some blonde, unkempt facial hair covering his chin and firm jawline. "I'm fine. I can go, if you want. I'm not trying to beg off of you, or anything. This was the only dry place I could find." Anna was surprised at how harmonious the man's voice was. He sounded like he was on Broadway. Obviously, he couldn't have, since he was, you know, homeless.
"Oh, it's fine. Do you need anything? It is rather cold tonight." STOP. GO INSIDE RIGHT NOW. HE COULD BE A SERIAL KILLER FOR ALL YOU KNOW.
"No, I'm fine. I don't mean to beg," The man responded and coughed loudly.
"Are you sure? Any food? Crackers? I have some leftover pizza in my fridge..." Anna ignored her pestering voices in her head telling her to get the heck out of this situation.
"No, i'm fine. Really," he objected yet again. However, his body contradicted his words as a low grumble exploded in his stomach, making the bulky blonde bush profusely and the spunky girl giggle.
"I think you're a liar," Anna smiled warmly. "Come inside with me, I can give you something to eat." I'm starting to give yup on you. Don't blame me when your robbed. Or worse, murdered.
"I couldn't possibly-"
"Just for a little bit. My roommate won't be home for an hour and I want some company," Anna smiled, trying her hardest to make sure he didn't feel like charity.
"Ok," he said slowly, standing up even more lackadaisically. Up to his full height, he reached almost a foot taller than the tiny model.
Silently they made their way into the fancy building. The doorman looked at Anna's companion with disgust, but Anna nodded in reassurance. "He's with me," she smiled and led the way towards the elevator.
To say the trip up 7 floors was awkward was an understatement. They stood almost six feet apart in the gold colored dumbwaiter and looked at anything but each other. Anna danced on the balls of her feet and desperately tried to think of something to strike up conversation.
What seemed like hours later, the green button finally signaled they had reached Anna's floor. Anna exhaled a little too loudly in relief. "Right this way," she said to her guest and skipped down the hallway with the man following in a stroll behind her, his eyes wide in amazement at the rich, elegant decorations adoring every inch of the fancy housing facility.
"Here's my room!" Anna exclaimed, stopping at the big black door with white modern letters reading 743. She shuffled in her large purse for her keys and minutes later retrieved them in victory. Unlocking the door, she opened it widely and spoke dramatically. "Welcome to my humble abode."
Brown eyes were the size of saucers at the sight. The entryway was commodious, showing off the whole interior. A modern kitchen with red accents took up the left side of the apartment. The right side possessed a crisp living room with square baby blue couches and red pillows. A large flat screen television took up half of one wall. The other wall was completely covered in floor-to-ceiling windows giving a beautiful view of the Big Apple. Spreading the two spacious areas was a small spiral staircase leading to more rooms. Behind the kitchen was a small hallway with two doors.
"Wow," he breathed out, feeling very pitiful in the luxurious space.
"I know right? Who knew modeling paid so much?" Anna laughed from the kitchen, placing her keys in a brown bowl and her duffle on the island counter. "Wanna tour?"
"Sure," he said.
What was she doing? She was giving this random homeless guy a tour of her very wealthy home. He could just steal all of her stuff! She didn't even know his name!
"What's your name?" she asked randomly after showing him the bathroom and laundry room near the kitchen.
"Kristoff."
"I'm Anna," she responded, leading him up the white marble stairs. The large windows from downstairs continued to the second floor, and another hallway was present. The doors led to another bathroom, guest rooms, and two bedrooms, Anna told him. She had a little bit of common sense left in here to not show him inside them. (Also, her room was a disaster and it definitely wasn't ready for company.)
Leading them back downstairs, she kicked off her cream heels and slid on the black tile into the kitchen. "Let's have some food. I'm famished," she looked hungrily into the stainless steal fridge.
Kristoff stood awkwardly in the corner of the kitchen, not sure if he was allowed to sit on the red barstools. He had never bee in this situation before. Most people didn't even give him a second glance.
"What are you hungry for?" Anna asked turning around to face the blonde. "Sit down! The seats are really comfy," Anna demanded after seeing his uncomfortable stature.
Kristoff obeyed silently.
"Well, I don't know if this is really healthy, but I'm some ice creaaaam," Anna smiled devilishly and took the carton out of the freezer. "You, on the other hand, need something with a little more nutrition." she pursued her large fridge at the endless supply of groceries. "Oh! I have some leftover steak and veggies from my night out at the steakhouse last night. Want some?" Anna suggested, holding out the Styrofoam box like at an auction.
"No thank you, really I'm fine," Kristoff replied, but it was ignored as Anna tossed in into the silver microwave. A minute later, she pulled it out and pushed it over to him. Grabbing a large spoon, she dug it into the dairy product and took a large bite.
Kristoff couldn't help his chuckle at this girl. Once she said she was a model, he imagined that she was a snob who wouldn't dare to even eat a salad. However, just hanging out with her for only a few minutes made him think much differently. No one had even been this nice to him, and no one near close to a model had even looked at him.
Just an hour ago, he thought he would always be a crummy piece of human trash no one wanted, a burden to society. But experiencing this girl's kindness had made him think differently. Maybe kindness still existed in this crappy world.
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