Anna nervously grasped the door handle to the car dealership, wondering if she should have accepted her parents' offer to come with her. No, if Elsa was capable of picking out her own first car, then so was she. Anna had trawled the internet, trying to find the sorts of things she should be looking for in a first car. She had written it all down on a list, now folded away in her pocket. She'd need it later; despite all her cramming, she could only remember vague details about what she needed. Cheap, reliable, low mileage, and… something about a good fuel to mile ratio? Ugh, she was definitely going to need this list later on. She was hopeful that she wouldn't be taken advantage of as much in this place, having being personally recommended to visit by a good friend of hers. No, she'd be fine. Thrusting her chin in the air, Anna threw the door open perhaps a tad too dramatically, and entered the dealership.

A couple of employees looked up, alarmed, at Anna's loud entrance. Two of them rose from their desks, before noticing each other and proceeding to stare one another down, as if arguing silently. After a few seconds the older man rolled his eyes and sat down, sighing and shuffling his papers. The one who had won the silent altercation strode towards Anna, his hand outstretched and an easy grin on his face.

"Hello, welcome to West Arendelle Motors," he clasped her hand between both of his own, as if they were old friends. "I'm Hans. What can I help you with today?"

Hans. Anna looked up from their hands to his face. Whoa, more like Hans-some, she thought, resisting the urge to snort hysterically. This must be the reason her friend told her to come here – the staff was absolutely gorgeous. She realised that she was still clutching his hand and was gazing up at him like a fool.

"Oh - uh, I'm Anna. Anna." She nodded, as if confirming that she did indeed remember her own name.

"Anna," he repeated, smiling. Anna noticed that he'd made no effort to remove his hands from hers.

"Uhm, yeah," She cleared her throat and slipped her hand from his "I'm here to buy a car?" she laughed "Of course I am. What else would I be doing here? This is a car-buying place." Car-buying place? Really, Anna? She could have smacked herself. In fact, she would have, if it didn't run the risk of making her look crazier than she already was.

"You're right," Hans laughed "this is indeed a…car-buying place. So you'll be pleased to know I can help you with that,"

"Oh god, I'm so sorry. I've only just passed my test and I've never bought a car before and I'm really excited but really nervous too cause I don't know what I'm doing…" she sighed "It's making me act a little crazy,"

"I love crazy," he replied, eyes sparkling (probably with contained laughter, Anna thought darkly) "So, that's what you're looking for, huh? A first-time car?"

"Uh, yeah…yeah," she dove into her cardigan pocket, retrieving her crumpled list. She squinted at it, her tongue poking out. "I need…uhh… something that won't cost too much to insure….uhmm….good fuel consumption…"

Hans had been watching her, amused, but suddenly interrupted. "Don't worry about the list, I know exactly the sort of thing you need. Here, follow me…" he gently tugged the list from her hands, slipping it into one of his trouser pockets and put his hand behind her, not quite touching her shoulders, guiding her towards the doors and the cars outside.

Hans led her outside and stopped in front of a compact blue car.

"This model is pretty popular with people who've just passed their test. It's small, so doesn't use as much fuel, and you don't have to pay as much road tax." Anna nodded, assessing the car. It wasn't ugly, and if it were cheap to boot then that was certainly a good reason to consider it. Hans started rattling off figures to do with fuel consumption and acceleration. Anna nodded again, realising she had no clue as to whether those numbers were good or not.

"It's fully air conditioned, too, obviously. Well, I say obviously but there are actually a few cars still going around without it in… it also has this cool little feature over here…" he went over to the driver's side "The controls for the music system are all over here… so if your boyfriend doesn't like your music, he can't just reach over and change it! Isn't that great?"

"Oh, uh… I don't have a boyfriend," she said, her ears reddening. She cringed internally. Out of all of what he just said, why did she reply to that?

"Oh," he said, straightening "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"No, it's fine. I mean, the car's fine. I mean, you're fine. Wait, what?" Oh god, why was she getting so flustered? She bet that when Elsa had bought her car she'd marched in, demanded specifics, expertly grilled the salesman to find out what she needed and walked away with the best deal. Not talk out of her arse and tell them that she didn't have a boyfriend. She resisted the urge to press her hands over her face. Today was a nightmare. Maybe she should just leave?

"Actually, on second thought, I don't think this car is right for you. I mean look, there's no back seat." He gestured towards the back of the car. She hadn't actually noticed that until now. She smiled, thankful for him changing the subject.

"You're right! I really need a back seat! I'd probably end up giving lifts to my friends and things like that."

"I thought so," he smiled "Hmm, let's see if we can find something more…suitable," he came to stand beside her, eyes scanning the rows of cars. He seemed to spot one in the distance.

"Come along," he said, pressing his hand against the small of her back, urging her forward. Was he allowed to touch her like this, Anna wondered, and, more to the point, did she even mind? She peered up at his handsome face from the corner of her eye, wondering if he was like this with all his customers. To Anna's surprise, she thought she saw his eyes flick down, so that he was peering down at her in much the same way she was at him. But then his eyes were facing forward again, the hand on her back a little more insistent. No, she must have imagined it. She blushed, scolding herself for acting like such a child. He was so terribly handsome, what would he be sneaking a peek at her for? She'd done nothing but make an idiot of herself since he'd introduced himself. She risked another sneaky glance up and saw that the corner of his mouth had lifted into a smirk. Great, she thought, now he's laughing at me even more than resisted the urge to cross her arms and pout, instead walking a little faster to try and escape the hand on her back. Hans merely lengthened his stride, the hand still stubbornly there.

Hans guided her to a larger car than before and made a sweeping gesture with the hand currently not occupied with Anna "Here it is! The perfect car for you!"

"Oh, really?" she asked, stepping away from him. The skin beneath her clothes burned where his hand had been. "Why's that?"

If he were taken aback by her sudden change in demeanour, he didn't show it.

"It has a very spacious back seat," he smirked, eyes twinkling.

"And?"

"And, what?" he grinned.

"Are you serious-?" she started to yell but Hans lifted his hands in surrender

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry – I was joking! It does have a large back seat, but lots of other stuff too…" he started babbling about the cars features and how it'd be perfect for her because of…. Something or other. Anna wasn't listening. Her outburst had obviously taken Hans by surprise, and he was busy raking his hand through his hair, making him look adorably dishevelled. Anna felt a blush start to creep up as she noticed the way his muscles strained beneath the arms of his shirt as he moved.

"So what do you think?" he asked, bringing his hands down and folding one behind his back.

She had to double check that her mouth wasn't hanging open – it wasn't, thank god – before she could reply.

"Think of what, sorry?"

"Think of going for a test drive…? Were you actually listening?" he asked, smirking "Or was there something else…distracting you?"

No. He couldn't possibly know…? He probably fucking does, Anna thought. Why else would someone as young as him have a job selling cars? He'd probably been playing with his hair on purpose, so she didn't notice that he was trying to sell her a terrible car. The nerve! Well, she was going to show him.

"Yes! Of course I was listening! You said it's be perfect for me because… it's got a cup holder. Yes. And has a reliable engine!" An eyebrow quirked upwards, matching the side of his mouth. Damn, she'd been caught.

"Give me the damn keys, I'm taking it out for a test drive to make sure you don't con me," she said, narrowing her eyes.

"Con you?! Anna, I am wounded," he held a hand up to his chest, oblivious to the thrill that ran through Anna when he'd said her name. She snorted and crossed her arms to hide it.

"Don't think I don't know your game, pretty boy. I'm not just going to buy any car you throw at me because you flex your muscles in my direction,"

"Wait, what?" he looked genuinely confused, his mouth open slightly and his eyes open wide. Too wide.

"Don't play dumb with me. I know what you're up to. So, yeah. Keys. Now." She held out her hand, wondering if this sort of thing were normal procedure when buying cars.

"As you wish…" he said, rubbing his chin "but I have to go get them from the office first. Wait here," he turned on his heel before glancing back "unless you want to accompany me…?"

"I'll be fine right here," Anna replied in the prissiest voice she could muster. He raised his eyebrows and carried on. Anna saw him glance curiously back at her a few times as he walked back to the building. She pretended not to notice.

After a few minutes Hans still hadn't returned, so she got out her phone to send an angry text to the friend who had told her to come here. Well she would have, had there been any signal. Anna sighed, and went to lean casually against the car to wait for Hans. She misjudged how far away the car was, however, and ending up half falling against it. The whole car rocked, and after a few seconds, the lights began to flash and the vehicle let out an ear-splitting wail.

"Oh crap," Anna stood there helplessly, her hands clutched to her ears. But as soon as the alarm had started, it quietened down.

"I told you to wait here, not assault the car!" a voice called from behind Anna.

He'd seen everything. For perhaps the millionth time, Anna considered running out and never going back. There were plenty of other places to buy cars. She tugged on her hands nervously and turned around.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! It was an accident! I'm…I'm always having them,"

He waved his hand dismissively "Don't worry, no harm done. This car's pretty hardy – it'd take more than a knock from a little thing like you to damage it,"

"Little thing?!" Anna retorted, crossing her arms.

"Well," Hans replied, stepping closer and looking down his nose at her "you're hardly a big thing, are you?" He smirked and leaned closer, his voice soft "I bet I could lift you with one hand,"

Anna raised an eyebrow, trying to ignore how charged the atmosphere had become. "Oh, really?"

"Really," he breathed "In fact, why don't I demonstrate right now –?"

Anna hurriedly stepped backwards, holding up her hands. "You know what? Why don't we just go for a test drive, for now?"

"For now?" he was looking far too pleased with himself.

"For all time!" Anna huffed, her ears reddening. "Now give me the keys and let's go get this over with!"

"Oh Anna, you make it sound like such an ordeal," he held his hand out, the keys dangling off of his outstretched index finger.

"You're such an ordeal," she muttered under her breath, grabbing the keys and turning to unlock the door.

"I'm sorry, was that supposed to be an insult?"

"It's whatever you want it to be. Now get in the car,"

"Demanding, I like it." He circled round to the passenger's side, a smug grin on his face. Anna wondered yet again if he was like this with all his female customers. He must be – why else would his older colleague have surrendered the sale to him? He must be an expert at charming people like her. Anna got into the car and slammed the door with a harrumph. As she fixed her seatbelt, she noticed Hans watching her. She suddenly felt a spasm in her ribcage – she'd only just passed her test and he was going to watch herdrive and him just being there was going to be terribly distracting and then she'd mess up and he'd sit there and judge her and –

"Anna," Hans broke into her panicked train of thought "for one to go on a test drive, the car has to be started first,"

She glared at him, jammed the key into the ignition and attempted to reverse. The car stalled.

Fuck. Anna almost banged her head against the steering wheel in frustration. It was like she was trying to make a fool of herself today. She let a very slow, measured breath out through her nose in an effort to calm down.

"Anna," she was suddenly aware of a hand covering her own, which was clutching the gearstick "take your time. It's okay, I don't mind waiting." His thumb stroked the back of her hand reassuringly, although this did more to raise Anna's heart rate than lower it.

Anna tried again, not rushing this time. When she'd pulled out of the garage and onto the road, she let out a triumphant whoop.

"I did it! Not that there was ever any doubt that I could, I mean, I'm amazing!" she babbled.

"Yes you are," Hans chuckled, removing his hand from hers.

They drove in silence for a little while, Anna trying to get a feel for the car (and sneaking glances at Hans when she thought he wasn't looking).

"You should take the next exit here,"

"Why?"

"Not many people use this road. It's more secluded." She looked at him sceptically "What? It means there's less chance of the car getting hit,"

"Well, thanks for your vote of confidence," she huffed.

"Not at all, Anna. It's just that you cannot account for the driving of others." He glanced over at her, tapping his bottom lip with his index finger "I'm positive that you know exactlywhat you are doing,"

God, how did he manage to make everything sound so…suggestive?

"Hmph. Well I could say the same to you,"

"Pardon?" He straightened a little, looking at her curiously.

"Well, you know exactly what you're doing. And I know exactly what you know you're doing,"

"Now, what could you possibly mean by that?" his mouth curled at the edges, as if he already knew what she was going to say.

She sighed dramatically "You're using your good looks to try and sell me a car! I mean, I don't know why you're bothering, I do actually intend to buy a car, you really don't need to go to quite so much effort to sell me something I'm already planning on buying," she shrugged.

"So, you think I'm good looking, do you, Anna?" She could hear the satisfaction in his voice.

"What - ? That's not – Stop changing the subject! You've been messing with me all afternoon, trying to distract me! I can only assume you're doing it so I don't notice that you're selling me a heap of junk no one else will buy!"

She felt his breath upon her neck "Is that what you think I'm doing?" She nearly lost control of the car, her heart skipping a beat at his closeness.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" she hissed "I could have crashed!"

"But you didn't," he countered smoothly "So, I ask again. Is that what you think I'm doing?" He was still leaning over to her. Close. Too close.

"Well, yes! I mean, what else would you be doing?" She gripped the steering wheel, trying to focus on driving instead of Hans. Luckily he had been right and they hadn't seen another car since turning onto this road.

He laughed softly into her shoulder, his breath making her shudder "You're right…what else could I possibly…" Anna froze as she felt his nose skim up her throat "…be doing?" he murmured, pressing his lips to the base of her neck.

That's it. She was going to die, right here in this car. Either she'd have a flat-out heart attack, or would lose control and go barrelling into a tree.

"I think it would be best if we pulled over, don't you?" he purred into her throat.