Anna ran up the stairs to her apartment and quickly opened the door and went inside, closing the door and put her back against it. "You just have no impulse control, do you?" she said in a condescending way towards herself.
She put her hands on her forehead and walked over to her couch and sat down. "There are some lines that you don't cross, one of them being going into someones apartment and messing with their stuff. God I am such a dumb ass!" she said, once again to herself.
"Crime scenes?!" asked her mother, who she had called on the phone. "Well before I say anything else, I want to know how do you feel about that Elsa?"
Elsa had the phone between her shoulder and ear whiles she cooked some dinner for herself. "I don't know, mama, he also said that he has 'issues' what ever that means. I mean even now that I know some more about him, there is still something that I is making me want more contact. Like I am not repulsed or anything, I mean should I be, mom?" asked the blond.
"Here is what I think, baby. I think you like him and I am sure he is attractive and all that, but I really think that you need more information, because as it standsnow, you know just enough to get into trouble, if that makes any sense?" said her mother.
"So your saying I should try to get a little closer to him?" asked Elsa.
"Just be careful dear, I know how you get with-" Elsa cut her mother off.
"Mom. Don't start please." Elsa scolded her mother a little. The microwave beeped, signifying that the food was done. "Hey I have to go, my food is done alright? I love you!" she told her mom.
"I love you too dear! Bye bye." said her mother before hanging up.
Elsa sighed and put the phone back on the charger.
"Hmm, this looks like enough for two people." said Elsa. The figurative light bulb had turned on in her head, and a sly smile crept over her face.
The buzzer on the washing machine went off. Kristoff got off of the couch and walked over to switch the clothes over to the dryer, absent-mindedly. His thoughts were stuck on when he had come home, Kristoff romanticized them, he thought about how nice it would be to come home to someone, and not an empty house.
"Now if only I could somehow manage to get from point A to point B." he laughed while talking to himself. Kristoff shook his head "Maybe I should just get a dog."
After switching the clothes, he went into the kitchen to make a sandwich. He realized he had no more bread left. "damn." he said.
Kristoff grabbed his keys and wallet and opened the door to run to the store to replenish his supply. He had not been expecting to find her there.
The door opened to reveal a muscular, handsome blond man. Elsa stared at him for a second with his tight-fitting shirt. If Kristoff ever looked at her face, he would notice the blush washing over it.
"Hey! I was just about to knock." said Elsa.
He looked at her indirectly. "Umm, hello? Whats up?" Kristoff tried to sound normal.
"I made too much spaghetti the other day and so I reheated the left overs and, well its still too much for one person so I was wondering, would you like to split it with me?" asked Elsa.
"Wait. So your offering me free food?" he asked. "And what is it that you expect in return?" Kristoff was impressing himself with the confidence in which he spoke, he couldn't help that his tone was a little harsh.
"N-nothing" she was surprised by his question. "I mean I was hoping we could just sit and talk a little, ya know, if that's alright with you." said Elsa bashfully.
"And what if I don't want to talk." asked Kristoff. The man had no idea how rude he was sounding.
"Then you don't get to have any of my spaghetti." said Elsa very firmly.
Kristoff took a little too long to decide. "Never mind, I am sorry" she said as she began to walk away. A little trick she had learned from observing her parents, her mother would often bribe her father with food. Elsa figured that his hunger would overcome his reluctance to talk. She heard the door close behind her, and turned to look.
"Oh my god, this man is stubborn." she said to herself.
Kristoff rubbed his temples in thought, 'What is going on with thees two woman? I don't get it.' thought the man as he walked back over to the couch.
Suddenly the door opened and the blond woman came barging in.
"You are really stubborn, you know that?" said Elsa loudly, as she put the plate down on the counter. "Who turns down food like that? Huh?" this time in an irritated tone of voice.
Kristoff quickly thought of something smart to say, "you didn't bring any garlic bread, so I was like nah" said the man.
Elsa shook her head. "Fine, I'll make you some." she was determined to get what she wanted. "Where is your bread?"
"I don't have anymore, in face I was about to go and get some when you showed up." Kristoff found that the woman was much easier to talk to when he kept his eyes on the television instead of on her.
"I have some! Wait here!" she said as she sprinted out of the apartment and up to hers.
"Right now is my chance to make a run for it" he said as he got up and made his way over to the door. But by the time he had decided to go, the blond was already back from the errand.
"Woah, woah where do you think your going?" said Elsa as she put her finger on his chest and pushed him back inside. Her touch made him start breathing heavily, like a panic attack was going to set in. Her observation prompted her to pull her hand back. "What's wrong?" she asked.
The man closed his eyes and managed to gain control is breathing. "Nothing" he stated.
Elsa shook her head "I don't believe you but what ever."
Kristoff headed back over to the couch and glued his eyes to the television once again, his feeble attempt to control his sanity, while Elsa got to work in the kitchen. 'apparently I am not going to get out of this..' he thought.