A/N: Olaf will be human in this story, just to clarify!
Disclaimer: I don't own Frozen.
Chime-chime.
Elsa looked up. It was her first day on the job and already her evil scheme was getting screwed over-Sneaky Freeze was dead. She'd planned on flirting with cute customers, to get herself back in the zone, but apparently that wasn't going to happen. This was the first activity she'd had in two hours.
And of course it had to be big-man-on-the-block, Kristoff.
"Anna isn't here," snapped Elsa, picking up her magazine again.
Kristoff looked affronted and then slightly annoyed. "I wasn't looking for Anna!" he snapped back, pushing his huge shoulders back all high-and-mighty. "I mean I know that she's not here! I mean we're on a date right now! So there!"
Elsa raised her eyebrows, annoyed. Kristoff seriously got on her nerves. "Well then, where is she?"
"She-she-" Kristoff glanced over his shoulder and then blustered, "She's waiting outside! I'm just getting her ice cream!"
Elsa tossed the magazine aside and got up from her stool. "Why is she waiting outside? She works here, smartass-isn't she hoping to get a glimpse of Mr. Hans the Man-Whore?"
"I-I-I am your customer!" said Kristoff, flushing underneath his stupid football jersey. "You have no right to treat me with such-such vulgarity!"
"Fine," snapped Elsa, placing her hands flat on the counter. "What kind of ice cream do you want, Your Majesty?"
Kristoff opened his mouth and then shut it again. His puffed chest deflated as he looked around, put-off. "I'll have to look around," he muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"You do that," said Elsa icely, and picked up her magazine again.
Kristoff sulked around for awhile, looking at the different flavors, and Elsa began to wonder where Anna was. If she had been on a date-not that she was dating anymore-she wouldn't want her boyfriend to abandon her out in the boiling weather. Maybe Anna was afraid of running into her?
But that didn't make sense, either. Anna barely even knew who she was. Elsa had friends, sure, but they weren't exactly the popular kids, and she doubted Anna had even known her name before orientation. Anna couldn't know that Hans had broken up with Elsa over her, and she definitely didn't know how much Elsa wanted revenge.
"I guess I'll have this one," Kristoff said, jabbing his finger at the glass. He tugged at the collar of his jersey, which was sticking to his skin with sweat.
"One or two?" Elsa snapped, coming over and wielding the serving scoop like a weapon. Then she realized that was pretty immature, so she stuck the scoop into the ice cream and glared at Kristoff.
"Just one."
"Are you on a date or not?"
"I-I am!" he said defensively. "I just-I don't want any! This is for Anna!"
Elsa raised her eyebrows and dug the scoop in aggressively. "Whatever." She filled a red-and-white paper cup, stabbed a plastic spoon into it, and leaned forward to hand it to Kristoff-and paused. And leaned farther.
Kristoff smelled amazing. Heavenly. Just a whiff of whipped cream and peaches and innocence, but amazing just the same. He saw the look on her face and twitched. "What?" he said, still sounding defensive.
Elsa tried to snap herself out of it. "Nothing," she said, handing him the ice cream, but she couldn't shake the scent. An underlying smell of sweat lurked under there somewhere, but it was masked by the light, airy smell of roses and summertime. And that somehow managed to smell good.
Kristoff fished in his pockets, dropping some change on the counter. "Thank you for your assistance," he said, trying to win back his pompous attitude and succeeding in looking like a toad.
Elsa rolled her eyes. As soon as he opens his mouth, the spell's broken. She still couldn't stand Kristoff-this wasn't some kind of sudden-infatuation moment. She just needed to find out what perfume Anna wore. If it smelled nice rubbed off on her sweaty boyfriend, it would smell incredible on Elsa.
Kristoff swung the door open again to leave, and the bell chime-chimed. Elsa pause, still holding the ice cream scoop, and then dodged around the counter to follow him. She had a sneaky suspicion.
Sure enough, when she slipped out the door as subtly as she could, there was no Anna. Just Kristoff, walking along the sidewalk, already eating his ice cream.
Elsa drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. Kids were starting to filter out of the middle school, thumping each other's Pokemon backpacks. She scanned the clumps of tweens-they all looked so young, geeky and awkward-for her brother's fuzzy white head, but all she saw were mixes of brown and black, buzz cuts and ball caps.
Finally, she spotted Olaf tumbling out of the doors, surrounded by friends and dragged by his guide dog, Sven. He was laughing. She checked off a box in her head-Olaf had had a good day.
A few minutes later he was scrambling into the car with Sven, talking a mile a minute. "Guess what, Elsa? Today we had a new gym teacher and he let me shoot a basket! I missed but it was really fun! And he said if I shot higher I might make it, so I did, and I still missed, but he said I was close and-"
"Slow down," said Elsa, shifting the car into gear.
Olaf paused to take a deep breath, beaming. "They told him I was blind ahead of time, but he didn't really care and it was the funnest class ever!"
"Most fun."
"Uh-huh, yeah!" Olaf petted Sven' head, leaning forward towards the driver's seat. "Can I come to Sneaky Freeze with you?"
"Why would you want to come to Sneaky Freeze with me?" Now that the middle school was out, the shifts were doubling up, which meant that she'd either be working with Hans, Anna or some stranger. Hopefully a stranger.
"So I can eat ice cream?"
Elsa rolled her eyes. "It's going to be until, like, eight. How will you eat dinner?"
"I'll eat with you, when you get home," said Olaf matter-of-factly, rubbing Sven' back with his foot. "Please, Elsa?"
"Fine." She pulled out of the parking lot. Their parents weren't home most of the time and Olaf got lonely, even with Sven to keep him company. He chattered on about school and all the exciting things that happened to him while she drove.
It put Elsa in a better mood, but once she got to Sneaky Freeze, one glance into the shop shattered her happiness. Copper red hair and a million-dollar smile-
"Hi!" chirped Anna cheerfully. "How are you-oh." She paused, leaning around Elsa. "I think it's no dogs allowed?"
"This," Elsa snarled, "is my brother's guide dog. He's blind."
Anna's mouth made the comic O that Elsa usually got as a response. Surprised, caught off guard, and then quickly guilty. "Ohmygosh, I'm sooo sorry!" She stepped to the side, holding out a hand to Olaf. "So sorry, sweetie."
"He. Can't. See. You," said Elsa through gritted teeth. People could be so ignorant. Olaf merely smiled toothily, tugging on Sven' leash.
"Don't touch Sven, please," said Olaf. "He's not allowed to be petted. He has a job to do."
Anna nodded emphatically, and then-at a warning growl from Elsa-quickly added, "No, of course not. Would you like to sit down?"
"I'm just gonna go with Elsa," said Olaf-innocently, although Elsa knew he'd start bugging her again soon. He opened his huge eyes, cloudy-gray and gorgeous, which upset people who had known him before the accident. For a moment, Anna seemed raptured in Olaf's beauty, but then she glanced up at Elsa and said,
"All right! Well, I was just waiting for customers to show up, so..."
"I'll go clock in," said Elsa, snatching Olaf's sticky hand and dragging him into the back of Sneaky Freeze. She punched buttons into the clock-in device as Olaf leaned against the stocked shelves and asked,
"What's this place look like, Elsa?"
Elsa glanced around, feeling a twinge of guilt. She should have described the back room to Olaf. They'd been to Sneaky Freeze many times before, when they were younger, but never in the storage room. "Kind of like a warehouse but with a low ceiling. A supply room. Pretty dark and the atmosphere's kind of reddish...if that makes sense."
Olaf nodded.
"There are rows of shelves and they're packed with boxes, and at the other end of the room, there's an old sink. One of those rusty tub-like ones. Blue cleaning supplies and a mop. That's pretty much it..." She didn't know what else to say. For the sister of a blind boy, she sure sucked at this.
"I get it," said Olaf. "It's okay."
He smiled bravely and she felt a rush of gratitude and sadness. He loved her even if she couldn't describe sunsets and waterfalls, but he deserved better. Sven did a lot for Olaf, and Elsa tried to, but nothing could replace his eyes.
A/N: Thank y'all for the support! Please keep reviewing and special thanks for the concrit. It really motivates me and helps make my writing better!
Clearing a few things up:
1) Yes, Elsa is still a bit obsessed with Hans, even though he dumped her pretty cruelly. Elsa has always struck me as the type of character who fixates pretty strongly on things, and when she loves someone, she loves them to the core. Thus, I feel like after three years of dating, Elsa would have a hard time getting over Hans (I know I still stalk me exes!).
2) As I've already said, Olaf is human. I made him blind to replace the obviously-unrealistic-in-this-setting disabilities of being a snowman XD
3) Do you guys think Kristoff is OOC? I'm never quite sure about him...as usual, critique and suggestions are welcome!
~Snapdragon