Chapter 2

"Oh come on, you've gotta have somthing?" Anna pleaded with the auto dealer.

The only one in the small town of Arendelle, if it could even be considered a dealership. There were only 6 vehicles on the whole lot, 5 pickup trucks, and 1 SUV.

And a tractor.

Arendelle really was a small town.

"I'm sorry Miss..." the salesman, Kristoph, apologized.

"We don't have anything on the lot that fits your price range."

"I... $5000 is all I have..." Anna mumbled, very close to tears. Snow was falling outside, the ground was invisible under the thick white blanket of winter. The Uber to the dealership was over $20, and they nearly got stuck. Anna could afford to take Ubers everywhere. But all the trucks on the lot were brand new, and very far out of Anna's price range.

"I'm...I'm sure we could work out a payment plan, installments?" Kristoph said, rather reassuringly. But it didn't make Anna feel any better.

"I...I don't have a job yet. I'm...I'm new in town, and I...I can't..." Anna was nearly sobbing, a single tear rolled down her cheek. She wasn't trying to get sympathy, far from it. Anna turned away from Kristoph, as she wiped away the single tear. Kristoph exhaled, exasperated, as she ran his hand through his thick blonde hair. Whole Anna was looking away, Kristoph glanced back across the dealership floor, towards his boss, Mr. Weaselton.

The scrawny, short, toupee-wearing man was paying no attention to his surroundings, far too occupied browsing the internet.

If Anna wasn't too busy quietly sobbing, she would have seen the gears turning in Kristoph's head.

"Hey, um...hold on one second..." Kristoph said quietly, Anna slowly looked back towards him with her eyes red and puffy. Kristoph reached behind his small desk, and pulled out a winter coat, before yelling over his shoulder:

"Hey Mr Weaselton, I'm taking my lunch!"

The old man didn't say a work, merely waving his head in approval, failing to notice that it was only 9:45 in the morning. Kristoph stood up from his desk, and with coat in hand, gestured Anna to follow.

"What are we doing?" Anna whispered, as she stood up from her chair, following Kristoph as he lead her towards the main doors of the dealership.

"Well, you can't afford any of the trucks here..." Kristoph said, rather matter-of-factly, as the quickly shuffled towards the doors.

"...but, I think I can get you truck, today."

Anna's spirits immediately lifted, and a small smile even pulled at her damp, tear soaked cheeks.

"Really?" She said, almost crying out of happiness.

Kristoph pushed the door open, and Anna was immediately bombarded by the icy cold winter air. Her cheeks, damp from her tears, felt as though they would freeze. And her legs, only wearing yoga pants under a pair of jean shorts, were subjected to the full force of the cold air.

"You need to get some winter clothes." Kristoph chuckled, as the door closed behind him. Her pulled his winter coat over his arms, while Anna pulled the hood of her jacket over her head, pulling it tight to her head. Kristoph gestured Anna to follow, as he led her to the side of the building, where his truck was parked.

As they approached his truck, only a few feet away, Anna froze. Memories started flashing before her eyes, her knees locked. She could barely move.

Kristoph turned around, and noticed Anna's face.

She looked...afraid.

"Are you okay?" He asked. Wind whipped at Anna's hood, the tips of her pigtails whipped in the wind, as dark thoughts passed through her mind.

"How...how do I know I can..." Anna stuttered.

"Trust me?" Kristoph asked. He normally would've chuckled. But judging by Anna's face, he knew this was no joke.

"You're...I don't know you..." Anna stuttered, still frozen in place, as Kristoph slowly walked over to her, snow crunching beneath his boots.

Anna gazed down, as Kristoph held his hand outstretched.

"Kristoph Frost." He said, giving a small smile.

Anna slowly, and cautiously, pulled her hand away from her hood, and down to his. Even in the icy winds, his hand was suprisingly warm.

"It's nice to meet you..." he paused.

"A-A-Anna..." the redhead stuttered. "Anna Bjornson."

"It's nice to meet you Anna Bjornson." Kristoph gently shook her small hand, and gave Anna a smile.

"There, now we're not strangers." He smiled, before letting her hand go. He turned and walked over to his truck, a newer Ford pickup, unlocking the door.

"Now let's get you out of that cold." He smiled, as Anna finally lifted her feet from the spot she had been frozen in. As she walked over to the truck, Kristoph quickly shuffled around the hood, to the passenger door. As Anna approached, he held the door open for her.

"Thank you." Anna said, rather timidly, as she climbed up into the passenger seat. Once she was seated, the blonde shit her door, and ran over to the drivers side, opening up his own door and climbing inside.

"Let's get some heat going." He mumbled, as her turned the truck key, the engine rumbling into life. As he adjusted the knobs, warm air began to flow into the cab.

"I didn't see any other dealerships." Anna said questioningly.

"We're the only one." The blonde chuckled, as her turned on the windscreen wipers, brushing off much of the fresh fallen snow.

"So, where am I going to get a truck?" Anna asked. "One that I can afford?"

"I, uh..." Kristoph said, as he put the truck in reverse, slowly pulling out of his parking spot.

"...I know someone. They have a truck or two lying around."

"Oh." Anna said. Not that she should be surprised. Small towns, everyone knows everyone.

"And, you think he'll sell one?"

"She." Kristoph chuckled. "And Yea, I think I can convince her to let one go."

"She owes me a favor."

"Oh, you don't have to do that-" Anna began to speak, but Kristoph interrupted.

"Please, it's nothing." He chuckled. "You're new in town, which practically makes us neighbors."

"Besides, my sister can usually be pretty reasonable."

"Your sister?" Anna asked.

"Yea, she runs a, uh, well our, auto shop, on the outskirts of town." He said.

"An auto shop?" Anna asked, slightly surprised that it was a female who was the one working on cars, not Kristoph.

"Well...more like a junkyard. It's a junkyard." He chuckled. "But she can fix anything, I'm sure she's got something running that she can sell."

Anna lightly nodded her head, as Kristoph turned on the radio, country music quietly played through the speakers. The cab was already warm, enough where Anna felt comfortable pulling her hood down from her head. After a couple minutes of slow driving, they left Main Street, and immediately ended up in countryside. The hills were blanketed in snow, the trees lining the hills were capped in shining white.

"Wow..." Anna mumbled under her breath.

"So, uh..." Kristoph said, just loud enough for his voice to be heard over the radio.

"...where are you from?"

"Uh..." Anna paused, hesitant to answer. After a moment, and a couple deep breaths, she let go of some of her fear. Kristoph seemed like a nice guy, helping her out. He was the first person she had really talked too in a while, bu she let some hesitation go.

"I'm, uh, from LA. Los Angeles." She said quietly.

"Oh, great city." He chuckled. "Nice and warm."

"Our family went to Disneyland, couple years back."

"Oh...nice." Anna said softly. "I...really liked it there." Anna looked back out of the window, as the hills rolled by, snow falling slowly to the earth.

"Nothing like the city, is it." Kristoph chuckled, while Anna stared out the wind as the hills rolled on, trees wizzing by the truck window.

"No..." Anna said quietly, her body heat beginning to fog up the wind, her breath condensing on the glass.

'It's quiet.' She thought to herself.

'And HE isn't here...'

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After about half an hour of driving, and mostly silence from Anna and Kristoph, the pulled into a clearing. The roads hadn't been paved for a few miles, and the rolling hills had become dense woods. For a while, Anna was fearful. Guy she had just met, middle fo the woods, she'd see horror movies before.

But ahead of the truck, the began approaching a building.

More like a barn.

Old, dilapidated vehicles surrounded the barn, some newer vehicles in pretty good shape, some older cars looked like they were a strong gust of wind away from being blown to pieces.

Next to the barn, was a small cabin, with a large garage attached, smoke gently billowing out of the chimney. Above the barn door, hung a sign:

FROST FIXES

JUNKYARD & AUTO REPAIR

"Looks like she's working." Kristoph mumbled, as the drove closer to the barn door. It was slightly open, light visable through the door frame. Kristoph pulled up to the large barn door, and put the truck in park, shutting off the ignition.

"Let's see if she's got anything for us." Kristoph said, as he opened his door, stepping out of the truck. Anna hesitated, as Kristoph walked past the hood of the truck, towards the barn door.

"Don't be afraid Anna." The redhead whispered to herself. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, staring at the screen.

Two bars.

At least she had reception. Just in case.

Anna took a deep breath, let it out, as slowly pushed the truck door open.

Her legs were the first to be hit by the blast of cold air. As she hopped out of the truck, the rest of her body was met with the same icy wind. She started shivering, as she pushed the truck door shut, before walking towards the bar. Snow crunched beneath her vans sneakers, as she got closer to the door.

"Sis? Hey sis?" Anna heard Kristoph yelling, as she stepped through the barn door.

Despite the barn being large, and quite old looking, the inside was warm. It smelled of old cars, motor oil, and...lavender?

"I'm down here doufus." Anna heard a muffled voice. She looked over, and saw a pair of legs sticking out from underneath an old tractor.

"Hey..." Kristoph said, as he kicked one of the exposed legs. "...get out from under there. You know you'll never get that thing running." He chuckled.

"Have hope big brother..." the voice chuckled from underneath the tractor. "...I'll get her running yet."

"Bullshit." Kristoph chuckled. Anna couldn't help but let a small smile pull at the corners of her mouth. "Now get up, you've got a customer."

"What, did Mrs Jones's Chevy break down again?" The voice, Anna now discerned was feminine, laughed.

"No, now get up." Kristoph chuckled, before reaching down and pulling hard on one of the woman's legs. From underneath the tractor, rolled out who could've only been Kristoph's sister.

"Hey, what the fuck?" The woman's said, as she stared up at her brother. Kristoph gestured over to Anna, who gave a small wave. The woman looked over, and her eyes grew wide.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." she said, as she stood up from the dolly she had been laying on. She wore an old pair of denim overalls, covered in oil and grease. Otherwise, she only wore a tank top, and a red bandanna to keep her hair out of her face. Her hair was blonde, but unlike Kristoph's, it was shiny, platinum, and long. Her hair was plaited in a thick braid, that I'm hung over her shoulder and down her chest, almost to her waist.

'Her hair is almost as long as Rapunzel's.' Anna thought quietly, as the woman walked over to her.

"Pardon my language." The blonde said apologetically. "I didn't realize Kristoph had brought someone."

"You'd know if you would check your phone every once in a while." The blonde man chuckled.

"I'm kinda working here." Elsa said over her shoulder, before turning back to face Anna.

"Sorry about him, he's kind of an idiot." She chuckled.

"That's okay." Anna said, a small smile pulled at her lips, her cheeks flushing red.

"I'm Elsa, Elsa Frost." The blonde said, holding out her hand. Her arms were long, strong looking, just like the rest of her. She looked fit, but not too athletic, and about as tall as Kristoph, nearly a foot taller than Anna.

"I'm...im Anna. Bjornson." The redhead said quietly, as she placed her hand in the blonde's.

As soon as their hands touched, a tingle ran up Anna's spine. She shivered, the woman's hand was oddly cold, almost the opposite of her brother's.

"It's nice to meet you Anna." The blonde said, smiling. Anna looked up to Elsa's face, their eyes meeting. Elsa's eyes...they were the deepest, bluest eyes anna had ever seen. Like the entire ocean had been put into a single iris.

"Oh damn..." Elsa said, as she pulled her hand away from Anna's. The redhead looked down, and noticed that her hand had been stained brown, likely by dirt or motor oil.

"Let me get you a rag."

Anna gently shook away the tingling down her body, while the blonde girl turned to a cart, grabbing up a clean rag.

"Here you go." She said, handing Anna the red shop-rag.

"Thank you." The redhead said quietly, as she wiped away the oil from her palms. She could swear that, as Elsa handed her the rag, their fingertips touched, and another chill ran down her spine.

"So, what can I help you with? Your car break down driving up from the city?" The blonde asked.

"No, I don't have..." Anna paused. "...how did you know I was from the city?"

"Yoga pants and jean shorts, in this weather?" Elsa chuckled. "Country girl don't dress like that."

"Oh, yea..." Anna couldn't help but giggle. "...it's...all I have right now."

"Well I'm sure my brother didn't drag you all the way out here for fashion advice." Elsa chuckled.

"She needs a truck, Els." Kristoph said, stepping towards his sister. "You've got to have a couple running by now?"

"Well geez Kris, thanks for spring that up on me." Elsa chuckled. "I mean, I don't know, I've been working on the John Deere the last couple days..."

"Come on Elsa, you don't have anything running?"

"Shut up..." Elsa chuckled, punching her brothers arm. Kristoph just smiled, busy as soon as Elsa looked away, he winced in pain, rubbing the spot where his sister punched him. Anna couldn't help but quietly giggle.

"I mean...I've got the old C-10...but I haven't driven it in months." Elsa said quietly, scratching her scalp through her platinum hair.

"Does it work?" Anna blurted our desperately. "I..." Elsa looked to the redhead, her shining blue eyes meeting Anna's green irises.

"I just...need something, anything. I can't afford all the Ubers and taxis..."

"Hey, don't you worry..." Elsa smiled, placing a reassuring hand on Anna's shoulder. Her spine tingled, and her stomach grew warm, a warmth that quickly radiated across her whole body. Anna felt her cheeks flush red.

"...you're not leaving here with nothing."

"Shit, sis I gotta go." Kristoph blurted out, as he nervously looked down at his watch.

"I'm gonna be late, and you know how Mr Weaselton gets."

"Still kissing that Weasel's ass?" Elsa chuckled.

"It pays the bills." Kristoph said, as he pulled his truck keys out of his jacket pocket.

"Is it okay, if I leave you here for a bit?" Kristoph asked, looking to Anna.

"Don't worry about her..." Elsa smiled, giving Anna's should a small squeeze.

More spine tingling.

Warmth through her body.

Anna's knees felt...weak.

'What...is happening...' Anna thought to herself.

"She's in good hands." Elsa smiled. Kristoph ran out of the barn, and Anna heard his truck rumble on. Elsa removed her hand from Anna's shoulder, as they both heard the crunching of snow from under his tires, as he pulled away from the barn.

"So..." Elsa asked, Anna looking from the barn door, back towards the tall blonde standing in front of her.

"...do you know how to drive stick shift?"

"Uh...n-no..." Anna said nervously.

"Good, cause the truck is a manual." Elsa chuckled.

"C'mon, I keep it in the garage."

Elsa walked past Anna, towards the open barn door, before turning back to face the redhead.

"Well c'mon..." Elsa chuckled. "...I don't bite."

Anna's cheeks flushed red, as a thought flashed for a moment in her mind.

'What is happening to you Anna.' The redhead thought, her cheeks bright red, her fingers trembling in the pockets of her hoodie.

She slowly walked towards the barn door, her knees shaking, as Elsa lead her outside into the snow.

"It's, uh, kind of an old truck..." Elsa said, as the walked along the side of the barn, towards the cabin next to it.

"...but she runs really good. At least she used to."

Snow was falling harder, the snowflakes bigger and more frequent. Anna was shivering, her legs already cold as they walked through the snow. Elsa, however, seemed unfazed, despite wearing a tank top, her arms exposed to the icy air.

"You...aren't c-c-cold?" Anna asked, her teeth chattering.

"Nah..." Elsa chuckled, as they walked away from the barn, approaching the garage attached to the cabin. "...cold doesn't really bother me."