A/N: Back guys, haha. Been a while, I know, and I'm sorry about that.

Good news, I've gotten ahead on this. So I was thinking I'll post one or two chapters a day for the next few days, kay?

Thank everyone who's R&Red so far! -Sara

"Woah, hey, just relax a moment," Olaf said gently, pushing her back into one of the few chairs in the back of the shop.

Elsa sighed and allowed herself to fall onto the creaking furniture, lower back thanking her as she relaxed somewhat. Somewhere close by, something heavy and metal was dropped, but she barely flinched. She stifled a yawn as she glanced up at the man before her.

"Geez, Elsa. There's more than just you working here, you know. So what if your mom took the day off? That doesn't mean you have to make up for her on your own." Those sensitive hazel eyes were almost sad, as if knowing she probably wouldn't listen to him.

And she didn't. She couldn't. Instead, she shook her head, rolling her shoulders so they made a satisfying popping noise.

"I'm okay, really. It's just another hour or so."

"Well maybe you should just quit early," he offered. "I could fill in for you."

Elsa scoffed and glared up at him. "We're already short handed, Olaf. If I left now, you'd be down four people. I can manage."

The brunette sighed and ran his hand through his hair thoughtfully.

"Fine, blondie. But don't push yourself. We need you around here," he murmured as he tugged her up lightly.

Someone called for him in the back, and he huffed as he shrugged. "I'm serious, Elsa. I'll be watching. You push yourself, I intervene. Clear?"

She nodded, touched by his care and understanding. "Yeah, crystal," she murmured as he turned to leave.

For a long moment, she just stood there. It was warm in here, made her even more sleepy than she already was.

Gathering her bearings, Elsa turned and headed out the front door, taking a quick scan of the booths. No one seemed to need her currently, and their were only a few people at the register being attended to by another employee.

And then the front door opened, cold wind whipping in as a small figure sidestepped in. It was a funny sight really, watching the person as they pressed against the door for a moment, stamping off the snow stuck to their boots onto the welcome mat.

And then they removed their woolen hat, and fiery locks of auburn were set free. The scarf keeping her nose and cheeks from frostbite was tugged down around her neck, revealing rose tinted skin and a tiny smile.

Elsa caught her breath as those eyes seemed to train on her briefly before sliding away. She watched, captivated, as the young woman turned and headed for an empty booth, tossing her stuff on one side and sliding into the other.

She swallowed, cleared her throat. She didn't know why.

That woman was just a customer. She had a job to do, and that was to see to the redhead's order.

She allowed the woman a moment longer to get herself together. She watched the thick, insulated jacket slide off after mittens were discarded, revealing a tight blouse that dipped in the front.

Inhaling deeply, she walked forward.

With each step, it felt weird. Like Elsa was walking towards something she just wasn't ready for.

The redhead glanced up, their eyes locked as the blonde took those last steps, pausing just shy of right beside her.

"Uh, good afternoon," Elsa said. She felt her neck heat up as she heard her own voice, slightly high. "What would, uh, what would you like?"

The redhead opened her mouth to speak, then closed it. Then opened it again, brow furrowing. "Hot chocolate, please."

"Will that be all?"

"Um, yeah, yes, thank you."

It was the most awkward thing she'd ever experienced, walking away from that woman as she shoved the pad back into her pocket and headed straight for the kitchen.

She called out the order to one of the kitchen hands, and when it was prepared she took it gently. It was a... surprise, to see her hands shook slightly.

Anna was waiting, gazing out the window silently, her attention fully on the tiny ice crystals that fell from the sky. Elsa gently set down the cup and prepared to leave.

"Wait," that small voice muttered.

"Did you need something else?" was the immediate response Elsa replied with, finding herself drawn into the redhead's gaze.

"I'm Anna."

The identification was... unnecessary, but Elsa found herself replaying the name in her brain. Anna. She wouldn't forget that name. It was... beautiful.

She smiled gently, wringing her hands nervously. "That's a lovely name... I'm Elsa."

"Elsa," Anna repeated, as if testing the sound of the name. Her lips curved up into a broad, almost childish grin. "That's really pretty."

Elsa nodded in understanding, wanting desperately to escape. She'd never been more embarrassed by simply speaking to someone, especially a customer.

"Uh, well if that really is all...?"

Anna giggled at the obvious uncomfortableness her waitress was experiencing. The sound was pure and clean, innocent. "It is, thanks."

The blonde bobbed her head in confirmation and turned, hurrying away.

Once safely back in the kitchen, leaning against the door, she let out a shaky exhale. Whatever that was...

What was it, even?

She shook her head. Attraction, yes. She'd experienced that. But this was weird, and it scared her. Just a bit.

She avoided Anna after that, letting someone else get her money and bring the cup back to the kitchen.

Elsa knew it was silly, maybe downright stupid, but she even avoided that very table until her shift was done that day.