Welcome to my side project! Here are the only two things you need to know before reading:

- It's a modern AU of random shenanigans our favourite sisters get up to while living together (no ice powers here!)

- These are all moments in time that don't happen in chronological order because most are based on prompts/requests and written as inspiration comes. Just whimsical oneshots on the side while I work on The Next Unknown, so please don't expect much of a plot or any consistency at all. I only hope these little pieces brighten up someone's day :)

In which Anna runs into her ex-fiancé.

This one was a prompt from counterpunches on tumblr. Thank you!

Did You Just Hiss At Me?

- Still alive, Feisty Pants?

- Two words: CHOCOLATE. FOUNTAIN.

- More than alive then :)

Anna grins around the chocolate strawberry she's just popped into her mouth. She likes that Kristoff uses commas and capital letters and emojis. She likes that he's probably texting her while walking home from work. She especially likes that he doesn't seem to understand how she could possibly be having a good time, but is nonetheless happy that she is.

She likes this charity ball a lot more than she thought she would, too. There's a part of her that misses these chances to get in a nice dress and have a night of fun for a good cause. There's a part of her that misses being seen like this. And every part of her misses her parents.

But there's also a part of her that keeps scanning the room and relaxing each time she catches sight of Elsa. Her sister keeps shooting her are you okay looks even though she's the one getting swarmed by people and reporters while Anna takes up permanent residence by the dessert table.

She'll just get a few more nibbles. Then she'll go over and rescue her sister. She'll rescue her sister with nibbles. Great plan.

Someone sidles up to her just as she stuffs two marshmallows into her mouth. "Would you like a napkin, miss?"

Anna feels like a hamster as her head jerks up. "Oh no, is there something on my fa—" The rest of the word is mangled by an undignified sound of dismay.

Hans Westergaard blinks, and then arches a stupidly perfect eyebrow. "Did you just hiss at me?"

It's a struggle not to choke. "What are you doing here?"

"Why, I'm offering the ungrateful lady a napkin. And yes, there is something on your face. Would you like me to—"

"No, thank you." She snatches the napkin.

Hans watches with a slight smirk. He looks like a fairy-tale prince with his slicked-back hair and that nicely-tailored suit… wait a minute.

"Oh dear lord," Anna mutters.

It's the same damn suit he was wearing the night they met. The night Anna made the mistake of believing that she'd found an actual fairy-tale prince who actually loved her only to find out months later that he was actually in love with her inheritance.

"I'm surprised to see you here, Anna," Hans is saying blithely. A passing couple catches his eye and he smiles back, raising his glass to them. "Last I heard, you were focusing on your studies. Oh, but of course—you must be accompanying your sister. She's the one who actually knows what she's doing. I never got to properly introduce myself while we were an item. I might go over now and rescue her from the mayor… why are you smiling like that?"

"Nothing," Anna chirps. "Hi, sis."

The colour leeches from Hans's face as he whirls around.

Elsa is the picture of sophisticated grace in her lavender gown, hands clasped patiently in front of her. "I'm sorry; I didn't want to interrupt. May I borrow my sister?"

Anna shoots Hans a smug smile as she skips around him.

"You have chocolate on your face," Elsa chides, setting down her untouched champagne flute. She takes the crumpled napkin and dabs at Anna's cheek.

Hans is left gawking. He eventually recovers with a plastic smile. "Hello, Elsa."

"Hans," Elsa replies politely. "It's good to finally meet you. I'm sorry I missed the wedding."

"Wait, what?" Anna wonders if Elsa actually has been drinking too much—she does know that Anna mailed Hans's ring back in a jack-in-the-box booby-trapped with chilli powder, right? She was the one who suggested the chilli powder in the first place!

Then Elsa adds, "Please give Ursula my regards."

Hans's expression puckers as if Elsa has emptied her glass over his head. His ears go red as his wine, and he mutters something before spinning on his heels and disappearing back into the crowd.

Anna immediately whirls on Elsa. "Um?"

"Yes?"

"Wedding? Ursula? What?"

Turning to the dessert table, Elsa picks up a skewer and starts sliding on marshmallows at an agonisingly tranquil pace. "It's not public knowledge, but it seems your ex-fiancé tried to become 'close friends' with another heiress. Except she was not an heiress."

"I'm so confused. He didn't know who she was?"

"I believe he wasn't entirely… cognizant."

"Elsaaaa."

Her sister's eyes twinkle as she dips the skewer into the chocolate fountain. "They were in Vegas, Anna."

"Oh. Oh. Oh my god. Are you saying—did they—"

"I'm sure he will find a way out of it. He is a lawyer, after all."

"Still!" Anna howls, wiping tears from her eyes. "How did you know?"

"Why do you think I know?"

"Aww." Anna drops her head on Elsa's shoulder. "Love you, sis."

"I love you, too." Elsa deftly moves her skewer away just as Anna tries to take a bite. "But not enough to share."

"Oh, come on! Just one bite, you stinker!"

Kristoff was right: she's more than alive.