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Summary: My neighbour's sister got the wrong house number and barged into my apartment AU
Character focus: Anna and Hans
Normally Hans wouldn't leave his door unlocked, but today's tumble of events seemed to throw his caution to the wind. He's notice this dilemma upon exiting the shower, a towel clinging on to his hips and his hair a wet heap. It was more than just careless, it was dangerous, and if any of his brothers were here to berate him, they would have probably saw this as proof he wasn't fit to live alone, and for no other reason but spite, would have gone the extra mile and packed his bags and fed shipped him back home.
He's twenty three, for Christ's sake.
But even Hans can't blame anyone but himself for this.
He heard suspicious noise going about while he was rinsing his hair, and shutting off his tap, hurriedly toweled himself, before opening the door to his very narrow hall. And true, not much of him was covered (clothes be damned) but exactly how many times has he told his brothers to call before they decided to show up, unannounced, to check on the baby of the family?
Upon reaching his front door, his discovered his intruder was not in fact, his brothers. Brother((s?) God, he hoped not) ranging from one to twelve were nowhere to be seen, and by now one of them would at least have made his presence known with a friendly insult. Hans tensed, padding softly to his living area.
"What…"
He saw a head poking from the back of his couch, one which he was unfamiliar with.
She turned around, her sapphire eyes peaking lazily over.
He stared at her staring at him for five seconds. He could tell she was trying very hard to make sure her eyes didn't go past his chest, but they were meandering, slipping to his waist - coincidentally at the same time his towel is sliding off-
He grabbed a fistful, his eyes momentarily leaving hers, and it was then the strange spell was broken.
Lips move.
"Anna didn't tell me…when…but Kristoff should have-"
"I-I don't want to be rude, but who are you?"
"Elsa…I'm Anna's sister. You must be her…boyfriend."
He has to give her some credit for not being too distracted.
"No actually," he cleared his throat. "No…I don't know any Anna."
Her mouth pluckers in slight surprise, and her cheeks colors at her mistake. They come to the same conclusion.
"This is my apartment, and I…kind of live here…alone," he adds helpfully.
She jumps up.
"I'm so sorry. I'll let myself out." The last of her words were already fading as she heads towards the door and yanks it open. She gives one more apologetic nod and slips out the door.
The girl named Elsa shuts the door gently. The back of her ears were flushed red.
Hans stood in place for a minute. His fingers slacks, and his towel falls to the floor.
"Anna stop, stop laughing."
But Anna couldn't help it, and to show her sister that she was at least trying to stop, Anna sat with her face flat on top of the kitchen counter. Still, her shoulders shook, and that's how Kristoff found them both when he arrived with groceries at hand.
"Should I be worried?" He commented offhand while opening the fridge.
"No, it's just that Anna gave me the wrong apartment number and I ended up entering the room of a complete stranger, all while he was…not fully clothed, and after rushing out I had to wait thirty minutes to get a response on my phone and get down here."
Elsa must have realized how agitated she sound, and stop abruptly. With nothing more to say, she goes back to looking at her sister's fallen form.
"Stop laughing."
Anna does stop this time around, but there was a smug twinkle in her eyes. Kristoff hands them both a tall glass of orange juice.
"You're alright though?"
"Yes. It just would have saved me from a whole lot of embarrassment if Anna didn't mistake the room number-"
"Of that she's been living under for a month now," Kristoff notes dryly.
After several minutes of recounting the event, Kristoff figures it's heading to a territory he's not entirely comfortable with. He gives them a wan smile before retreating methodically back to his room. They hear guitar strings tuning not long after. Elsa turns back to Anna.
"He's got a point. You should remember your room number," Elsa said, all traces of annoyance gone, replaced by worry.
Elsa, Anna decided, worries too much.
"Oh but I do," Anna replies, matter of factly. She punctuates her statement by taking a long, clean sip from her cup. The corners of her mouth twist with hidden glee.
"Oh no, no. You didn't," Elsa whispers.
"But I did," Anna whispers back.
Kristoff calls her a minx at times.
"So he's the one that's always…?"
"The very same," Anna nods sagely. "I did tell what happened just last week, didn't I?"
Without waiting for any preamble, Anna asked the question she later on realized, is what starts it all:
"What's he like?"
Elsa sighs and give her a look. A tired but somewhat of a inkling look overcomes her. "If you wanted to know, you didn't have to accidentally-on-purpose send me over there to check. You must not hate him as much as you think-"
Anna snorts, and that's Elsa's cue not to linger on the subject.
"He's attractive," she said simply, frow creased in thought. "From a completely objective standpoint, I mean."
Anna remained disgruntled and moans forlornly. "Say it isn't so, Elsa. Don't tell me the jerk who's been wreaking my home life actually has the nerve to be pretty! How dare he…"
Elsa shrugged, face neutral. She left Anna to whisk away their empty cups, and watched her sister trudge to the sink with that piece of bad news in mind. Once Elsa was sure Anna was some distance away, she added, not quite loudly enough for anyone else to hear, "So I'm guessing that's his greatest ass…set."
The flow of the tap water stopped, and all that could be heard was a venomous,
"Oh my God."