"So, have you always worked at A&C?" Hans asked Elsa, as they were driving to his apartment.
"Pretty much. Ever since I was a little girl, I practically lived in that store." Elsa laughed. "What about you?"
"Same, ever since I was sixteen I worked as a security guard."
Elsa felt bold to make conversation, refusing to live with someone in awkward silence for a week or more. "Who's the worst person you've had to guard?"
Hans looked thoughtful. "An octopus." Elsa stayed silent.
Is that a joke? Is it code for something? Or did he really mean octopus? This was a prime example of Elsa getting nervous in a social situation.
"...Seriously?" Elsa finally said.
"Yes!" Hans looked at her. "That was my job, ten hours at a time. I made sure that nobody touched the octopus, that the octopus didn't ink on anybody, and that is the job where I literally went crazy."
Elsa laughed. "Ten hours at a time?"
"Yeah, one time, I literally counted to a billion. I actually went nuts." He pulled into the parking lot of the apartment building. Elsa noted how nice the apartments were.
She was convinced she would be able to get out of the car on her own this time, even though it was nearly pitch black outside. She succeeded, sort of. She almost fell but quickly composed herself. Hans grabbed her bag from the back seat and led her up the stairs to the top floor.
Hans turned the key in the door and opened it, allowing Elsa to go first. It was not at all what Elsa expected. It was large, and nice, no doubt, but it hardly looked lived in. It seemed kind of... empty.
As he led her to her room she noticed that there were no pictures of family or friends. None at all.
"So.." Elsa began. "How long have you lived here?"
"Two years." He said, opening the door.
Elsa decided not to press the subject any further. The room looked pretty empty besides a bed, dresser, and full-length mirror.
"It's connected to a bathroom." Hans stood in the doorway as Elsa set her bag on the bed.
"Than-" Elsa was cut short when something hairy and smelly tackled her to the ground, licking her face as well.
"Sitron! Down!" Hans yelled, removing the very large golden retriever from Elsa.
Elsa wiped her face. "I wasn't aware that you-" She coughed. "had a dog."
"Is that a problem?" Hans asked sincerely. "You aren't allergic, are you?"
"No." Elsa said quietly, sitting on the bed and pulling her legs up "I've just, not had very good experience with dogs."
"Well, Sitron is a good dog and she'll behave. She just likes you." Hans loosened his restraint on the golden dog, who padded up to Elsa, sniffing the blonde's feet. Elsa giggled and gently put her hand out, which Sitron smelt and began licking. Hans smiled at the sight
"Tell me if you need anything."
"Okay." Elsa smiled as Hans closed the doors. She pulled out her phone and looked at the time. It was three in the morning, a normal time for her to come home, but she assumed not for Hans. She felt guilty that she had made him stay up that late. Which was confusing to Elsa because she never felt all that guilty forcing Kristoff or Merida to work late. She shrugged her shoulders and changed into a comfy pair of sweatpants and a tee-shirt before scooting under the large white comforter, letting sleep come over her, she barely felt Sitron snuggle up into her side.
Hans walked to the kitchen to make himself a midnight, or rather 3 am, snack. He opened the fridge and mentally kicked himself at the realization he had no food.
God-fucking-dammit. Hans resisted the urge to kick the refrigerator. He looked down the hall to where Elsa's room was located. He didn't want to wake her, but there was no chance he was leaving her alone. He realized he would have to wake her up. He'd rather her be tired than hungry.
He walked over to the door and knocked. No response. He creaked the door open, to see her bundled under the covers, snoring softly. Sitron was curled into the blonde's side, keeping her guarded.
Awww. Now he really didn't want to wake her.
"Elsa?" The snoring slightly got louder. He resisted the urge to laugh. He walked closer and lightly shook her shoulders. She only rolled over.
"Yes, Anna. I wanna build a snowman." She lightly muttered, still asleep.
Hans laughed and shook a bit harder, there was only a split second between Hans shaking her and Elsa's hand flying up, effectively slapping his face.
"Jesus Christ." He mumbled. It didn't hurt him very much per say, but she did startle him.
"Huh, what? What's going on?"
"Put your shoes on." Hans said, flicking the light switch on.
"Why?" Elsa half-whined as she made a pout, resisting the urge to bury herself back in the covers' warm embrace. Elsa was only like this when she first woke up, she would rather have non-interrupted sleep or just not sleep at all.
"I have to go grocery shopping, and I'm not leaving you here alone."
Elsa got out of bed albeit angrily and went for her clothes. He grabbed her arm.
"C'mon its almost 4 am, just come in your pajamas. The sooner we get back, the sooner you can go back to sleep." Elsa stuck her tongue out and yanked her arm away, putting on her only non-heels, her slippers.
Hans chuckled at how childish she was when her sleep was interrupted, he actually liked seeing her very mature composer slip away.
Elsa followed Hans out the door, hating that now she was even more short compared to him. He knew that she was walking slowly purely to annoy him, and he smiled at her childishness. As much as Elsa hated to admit it, when she was grumpy or anything like that, she was as immature as Anna. Not that it was surprising, Elsa now officially hadn't slept in two days.
Once they were inside the near empty store, Hans had grown tired of Elsa's attempts to annoy him and literally picked her up and sat her in the buggy, which Elsa didn't seem to mind. The old lady at the register smiled, seeing Hans push Elsa around the isles in the cart, it reminded her of her days when she was young and in love.
Hans had gotten an array of frozen pizza, hot pockets, pop tarts, soda, mainly things of that nature. They were now going through the isle that held all of the baking ingredients and supplies. Hans stared thoughtfully at the cake mixes.
"You know, I've never made a cake." He quietly mentioned.
Elsa head snapped up. "You haven't?!"
Hans was startled by her sudden movement. "Is that a bad thing...?"
"Uh, yeah!" It was always Elsa's family's tradition to make cakes whenever a special occasion or holiday came along, it was one of her favorite things to do, besides building a snowman, of course. "This is unacceptable." She stood up in the cart. "What flavor do you like?"
Please say chocolate, please say chocolate.
"Vanilla."
Goddammit. Elsa grabbed the vanilla cake mix. "Icing?"
"Strawberry." Hans answered. "Now sit down before you hurt yourself."
It was now 5 am, and neither Hans nor Elsa had gotten a wink of sleep. They had opted for haphazardly making a cake in the kitchen. Hans set the plate of cake in front of Elsa, wishing for her to try it first.
Elsa slid the fork through the thick layer of strawberry pink icing, her eyes narrowing at the fact that the cake was vanilla, not chocolate. "Here goes," she muttered, shoveling a large bite into her mouth. Before she'd even swallowed, her stomach lurched in protest. The fork nearly dropped from her hand in her hurry to be rid of it, and she grabbed the glass of milk to wash away any hint of the sickly sweet confection. "That is going to kill someone," she finally said, as Hans waited for her judgement.
"Thank you?" Hans replied uncertainly.
"I did not mean that in a good way." She pushed the plate away from her. "It's too sweet." Her faced scrunched in disgust. "That thing is death by sugar."
"Says the girl who ate three chocolate bars in one sitting!" Hans referred to her choice of snack earlier as he yanked the plate away from the table.
"There's a difference between rich and sweet." Elsa put her nose in the air.
Hans eyed her. "No there isn't." He shook his head.
"Yes! There is!"
"I don't think so." Hans was purely trying to make her angry, and smiling to himself as he dumped the cake in the trash.
Elsa stood up, determined. She walked to her room and scrounged around her things until she found it.
Ah ha! She smiled in victory. My pocket dictionary!
Elsa flipped through the pages until she gathered the information she needed. She convinced herself that this wasn't childish, she just loved to be right.
Hans laughed as Elsa emerged from her room, a dictionary in her hand. She stood across from him and pointed her finger to a word on a page.
"Rich: Containing a large amount of fat, spices, sugar, etc." She flipped a few pages. Hans continued to laugh.
"Sweet: Having the taste characteristics of sugar." She slammed the dictionary shut and threw it on the coffee table. "Leave the cake making to me next time."
Hans smirked. "You may have got me there," He stood and circled her in a way that resembled a vulture. "but I still know your weakness."
Elsa crossed her arms. "Oh really?"
"Mmhmm. Kristoff told me."
"Kristoff doesn't know anything about me!" Elsa crossed her arms.
"So, you're saying your not ticklish?"
Elsa's face turned red and her voice raised a few octaves. "No! I'm not."
There was a moment of silence before Elsa darted to run, and Hans caught her wrist.
Soon they were engrossed in a tickle fight on the couch, Elsa shrieking, and tears nearly coming to her eyes, even though she was actually having fun. They were so engrossed in their tickle fight/wresting match and laughing loudly that they didn't hear when someone knocked several times.
Flynn had grown impatient of knocking on the door when there were clearly awake people inside the apartment. He opened the door and was shocked yet laughing at what he saw. Hans and Elsa stared at the door, wide-eyed. They were in a very-erm, compromising position.
"Wow, guys. I said get acquainted not acquainted."
The pair quickly untangled themselves. Elsa's face was beet red. "It's not what it looks like!"
Flynn rolled his eyes. "I know that, you're much too frigid."
"Exactl- wait, frigid?!" Elsa's voice cracked.
Flynn plugged his ears. "Try not to break any glass, okay?" He joked. He shoved a large bag in her arms.
"What's this?" Whatever it was, it was heavy.
"It's the rest of your stuff." He said, waving a hand carelessly. "Oh! And I have some news on the investigation."
"Really?! Elsa dropped the bag. "What is it?"
Flynn sat on the recliner as Hans and Elsa sat on the couch, ready to listen intently. "We know who killed Rapunzel."
Elsa was not expecting a blunt answer like that. She opened her mouth, most likely to shriek something. Flynn put a hand up. "Please hold all your questions until the end." He continued. "She was killed by these twins, the Stabbington Brothers. But, they did not plan the murder, they were paid to do it. However they are refusing to talk unless we offer a generous deal. So until then, only they know who is truly behind it."
Elsa grit her teeth. Let me talk to them. They'll be begging to give answers once I'm done with them.
"So, we're currently bargaining with them, but just because they've been captured doesn't mean whoever planned it will stop trying to hurt you." Elsa unconsciously scooted a bit closer to Hans. "Just thought I'd let you know." Flynn got up. "Its late, Elsa. Take it easy. Maybe take a day off work, calm down, relax, go on a date with Hans." He said the last part very quietly, it almost didn't reach Elsa's ears.
"What?" Elsa questioned.
"What?" Flynn repeated. He smiled, making his way out the door. "You two have fun!" He winked at them before leaving.
The pair looked at each other and laughed, before settling into the couch and turning the TV on. It was some mindless sitcom, but Elsa hardly payed attention. She hadn't slept in two days, and was extremely tired. All she knew was that one minute the laugh track from the TV was filling her ears and the next she was asleep, and very warm, warmer than she was under the comforter in her bed down the hall.
Hans attention was no longer on the television, but rather on the girl, curled up and snoring on his lap. She had started out merely sitting next to him, and as she began to doze off she leaned on his shoulder, and now she was sleeping comfortable on his lap, against his stomach.
Elsa yawned and tried to stretch her limbs, only to realize she couldn't. Her eyes opened as she realized that a very heavy weight was on her back, which happened to be Hans arm. She was lying on top of him on the couch, curled up with her head against his chest. Elsa smiled slightly, but then it disappeared.
Wow Elsa. She told herself. You yell at Anna for taking things too fast and here you are cuddling with someone you've known a day. She looked at the clock. It was 2 pm. Elsa couldn't remember the last time she had slept in so long in one sitting. Elsa wiggled, attempting to slip out of Hans's embrace, successfully stirring him from sleep. Elsa ended up flailing, and falling off of Hans and to the carpet below.
"Elsa?" Hans sleepily asked. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, you know." She said, her voice muffled by the carpet. "Just chilling." She pulled herself up.
God I hate myself sometimes.
"What time is it?" Hans asked, sitting up.
"It's around two." There was a bit of awkward silence before Hans's phone rang. He raised his eyebrows at who it was, "Excuse me for a moment." Hans stepped outside to the balcony to answer the phone call.
"Grilled cheese." Anna said drunkenly.
"What?" Kristoff asked, carrying the redhead upstairs to her guest bedroom.
"Grill me a cheese." Anna whined.
"I'm not grilling you a cheese." Kristoff said, smelling the alcohol on her breath. "I don't know who gave you alcohol, but you're officially sworn of it. Forever."
Anna began sobbing. "I just want a grilled cheese."
Kristofff half-sighed-half-groaned. "I'll make you a grilled cheese."
"Yay!" Anna slurred.
Elsa is going to kill me. Kristoff thought as he turned back around to the kitchen. No. She's going to do more than kill me. I let her sixteen-year-old baby sister get drunk under my watch. She's going to fire me and make sure that I live a long, insufferable, tortuous life.
Elsa sat on the couch watching cartoons, trying to ignore the yelling coming from the balcony.
Jesus Christ who is he talking to?
Elsa sat awkwardly as Hans returned from the balcony, obviously angry. He was more than angry, he was seething. His mother had just guilt tripped him into attending his oldest brother's wedding. He returned from down the hall a few minutes later. Elsa was convinced that he had punched a wall.
"Elsa?" Hans sat across from her on the opposite couch. "You know how you have that big fashion event thing coming up? And you're self conscious about not having a date?"
"How'd you know about that?!" Elsa asked.
"Kristoff. Anyways, that's not the point. If you come with me as my date to a wedding, I'll go with you to your event as a date instead of a body guard."
Elsa was surprised at how blunt he was. This had to be the weirdest way she was ever asked out. If he was technically asking her out.
"Umm. Okay." Hans smiled victoriously. "But," Elsa began. Hans smile fell. "when is it?"
"Thursday. Three days from now."
"Okay. Gothel's event is on Friday. Do you have a tux?"
"No."
"Well, looks like we're going shopping."
"Shopping?" Hans repeated.
"Yes." Elsa stood up. "Get dressed. If I can't be at work you can be damn sure I'll be doing something fashion related. I'll even pay for the tux."
"You don't have t-"
"Shhh. Nonsense. It would be my pleasure." Elsa stood up and began pacing. "Let's see, I have what I'll be wearing to Gothel's event, but I need to get a dress appropriate for a wedding. What you'll need to wear to the event won't be a tux, a suit, but not a tux. I'll pay for both."
Hans laughed at Elsa's pacing and how she was talking to herself. He thought it was adorable. She turned around to him.
"Well, what are you waiting for! Get dressed!"
Elsa made her way to her room to get ready, Hans chuckled. After all, how difficult can shopping be?
(A/N: Hans is in for one hell of a ride. Thanks again for the reviews!)
