Leaving the bathroom she saw that Rapunzel had covered a couple of her tables, getting them coffee, and she swung by to check on them. Being her normal, friendly, and kind self she introduced herself and apologized for not being more attentive but no one seemed to be angry with her. She couldn't help but peek at Elsa's booth, this time taking a good look at the girl. Elsa was wearing dark jeans, a pair of black boots, and a midnight blue sweater that complimented both her eyes and her hair. She had rolled the sweaters sleeves up to expose pale skin while she was reading and Anna could see the distinct coloring and marking of what looked like a tattoo of some sort on her forearm.
"-and I would like a hot chocolate." The young girl at the table she had moved to said and Anna smiled down at her, looking around like they were co-conspirators as she added "With marshmallows?" Which made the little girl nod her head with wide eyes. The father insisted that Anna didn't need to trouble herself but it was her pleasure and she headed off to get the drinks ready.
"I think she liked you," Anna didn't even need to look up to see who was standing at the counter but she couldn't help herself glance at Elsa "But giving any kid marshmallows makes their day." She set the empty plate and glass down on the counter. "I can't imagine how many hearts you've won over with that trick. It's not exactly playing fair," She teased and then ran her fingers along the glass "But neither was winning me over with this lemonade. Which I'd like some more of." She said with a small smile.
Anna started on the coffee for the man with his young daughter "I will get right on it. Once I finish this order. Do you want me to bring it to you when I am done?" She asked and couldn't help but again notice what looked like ink on Elsa's fair skin until she saw a nervous tug to the sweater, pulling it down to cover it up, she looked up at Elsa's face and noticed she was apprehensive suddenly.
"Orrrrr you can wait here and I'll be right back?" She suggested and watched Elsa wordlessly nod an affirmative before she headed over to serve the little girl her "extra special princess hot chocolate" and then the gentleman his coffee. She couldn't help the obvious delight when the little girl grabbed her hand and squeezed it as a thank you.
Once she was back to the counter Elsa had started wringing her hands together before wrapping them around herself, her demeanor had changed and it suddenly felt colder. Like someone had been opening the door and letting the cold air inside. "I don't think there is anything wrong with tattoos," Anna started, thinking this was the problem "In fact I've wanted one for a while now. I understand some people regret theirs but I don't think you should be upset about it. In fact," She started to pour Elsa a new glass of blueberry lemonade "I bet it looks really good on you." She added with a hopeful smile, she had wanted to ease whatever was making her so upset and she noticed a sad smile playing on the corner of the blonde's lips. It was clear this upset her.
"Or I can stop talking about something that totally isn't my business. I'm sorry. I just didn't want you to be upset." She added and placed the glass in front of Elsa who looked down at it, the same smile still on her face, before she looked up at Anna and seemed to melt a little. Her arms stopped holding herself and she wrapped one around the glass and set the other on the counter, just near where Anna's was. The red head looked down to how close their hands were and felt her breath catch in her throat, for some reason she couldn't understand her hand moved on it's own free will to cover Elsa's. Elsa's hand was cold, as if she was still outside, but it was a nice feeling on her warm skin. She watched her thumb start rubbing the back of Elsa's hand before she looked at the blonde's face.
There was an award winning smile that she was sporting and Anna definitely felt like her hand had made the right choice to suddenly work on it's own accord. "Anna," She started softly and turned her hand under the other girl's touch, moving so her palm faced up and she could feel that heat radiating up her arm "I was wondering…" She started, trying to put the words together in her head.
"Do you want to build a snowman?" Anna said suddenly and then blushed, her cheeks turning rosy when Elsa laughed at her outburst "I mean, maybe we could hang out sometime and maybe it could lead to building a snowman or anything else. I would just like to get your number before I lose my nerve and you're gone and I won't have it…" She rambled until she stopped to look down at their hands, clearly nervous.
Elsa removed her hand to take one of the coffee cuffs and write her number on it, she handed it back and then looked at her drink. "How much do I owe you? For both drinks and the cake. It was really good but I think I should get going." She said with another sad smile, clearly not wanting to go.
"Ohhh, no. It's on me. Really," She said, deciding to pay for Elsa's drinks and food "I just wish you could stay. I guess you don't want to go through with the open mic night then?" She asked, admittedly upset that she couldn't see the blonde perform. It was something she had started looking forward to.
"No. I-I lost my nerve," She said honestly and looked up at the stage, realizing what a fool she had been to think she could just go up there "I think it would be best for everyone if I just leave but I would like you to use my number." She added and watched as Anna transferred her second glass of lemonade into a to go cup and covered it with a lid before handing it back.
"Use mine." She said and then Elsa saw that Anna had written her number down on the cup and she couldn't help but chuckle at the quick doodle of a snowman next to it. The little guy had his arms open with the words "Call me." next to him. Anna was adorable and Elsa wished she could stay but, as the door opened, the cold reminded her it was time to leave.
She moved over to her booth and pulled the black pea coat on before slipping on her long gloves and heading out the door with her novel, guitar, and now her drink in tow. Anna watched her head down the street and then, just as quickly as she was there, she was gone.