Hans woke up the next afternoon with his brain pounding in his skull. He looked around him. He lay on the floor, and small pieces of glass rested on the table. There was a burn coming from his arm, which was wrapped up with a long piece of gauze under it. What happened last night? Once Hans found the energy to get up, he made his way to the medicine cabinet and grabbed an Advil. He chugged the pill down with a couple of glasses of water, not quite sobering up yet.

The house was strangely quiet. "Anna?" he called, receiving no answer. "Baby, where are you?" he asked and climbed up the stairs. Hans looked around their bedroom. Half of her stuff was gone. Maybe she spent the night at Brittany's.

Hans removed the wrap over his arm and poked around it. The cut was fairly fresh, and poking it brought an unpleasant sensation. Did she do this?

Hans stepped into the shower to cool down. He hissed when cold water trickled into his wound, but he soon ignored the pain. Once he had finished, he took a look at his growing facial hair. He grabbed his razor and pulled his arm up to his face. The cut stung at any slight movement. Deciding not to shave, he set the razor down.

He dressed in a pair of jeans, a light purple dress shirt, and a black and silver tie. He grabbed his phone and dialed Anna's number, but he was immediately directed to voice mail. "Hi, honey. I don't know what happened last night, but I hope you're okay. I'm sorry if I said or did anything stupid. Please call me when you get this. Love you," he ended the call and walked outside.

Anna's car was still in the parking lot. Hans wondered where she could have gone. Sometimes she would spend the night at Brittany's house, and there was a possibility that Brittany picked Anna up. He hated the thought of his own wife running from him like a child to her best friend's house. Or perhaps she walked to her parents' house which was not more than a 20 minute walk. He would have heard from them, though, if she did find her way to their home.

Hans drove through the city that separated his own home from where Brittany stayed. The clouds were darkening as they spilled their waters onto the city. He observed people rushing to their cars, opening their umbrellas, or even jogging to the nearest store. It was probably just a normal rainy day to them. It was strange seeing people have a normal day when he was such a mess. Work had been rough the past night, like always, but that was all he could remember.

The scruffy-faced man entered the small pharmacy that his wife always went to.

"Officer Christensen!" Oaken was surprised to see the cop so far away from the center of town, but he was relieved that Anna had left a while ago.

"Hey Oaken," Hans greeted, walking up to the counter. "Is Anna with Brit? I haven't seen her all day."

"I'm afraid I haven't seen her either, Mr. Christensen. Is something wrong?" Oaken asked

Hans stared off into space. Where could she have gone? Despite the obvious confusion on his face, the next words to come out of his mouth were said smoothly in his natural suave tone. "No, everything's alright."

He knew that she wasn't at work; they both took Saturdays off to relax together. He hoped that Anna was waiting for him at home, eagerly waiting to eat dinner with him. He pictured her already digging into their secret 'rainy day' chocolate stash. Usually, they would play karaoke and eat pizza, and then at night, they would build forts and tell scary stories until they fell asleep.

Hans sat in his car for a couple of minutes watching the rain pour. They couldn't do any of that today. He screwed up big time. He usually didn't let work get in the way of his personal life, but it got so stressful sometimes. He found himself driving to the police department. Anna was only safe with him; he had to find her.

The rain dropped onto the windshield and clouded his mind along with the one thing he needed to know: what happened last night?

"Good evening, Officer Christensen. What brings you here on your day off?" The brunette woman up front greeted.

"I'm afraid something terrible has happened, Gerda. My wife is missing. Could I file a missing persons report?" He asked.

"Of course! Mrs. Christensen is such a lovely woman; it would be a shame if something has happened to her," Gerda said sympathetically.

Elsa rolled over and checked her phone. 8:03, Sunday. She patted her face and sighed. I'm not dead. She could hear a voice from her living room, so she got up and quietly opened her bedroom door.

"So anyways, that's pretty much why I haven't been fond of cats. But last night definitely changed my mind, and—" Anna stopped when she heard laughter from Elsa's doorway. "How much of our very private conversation did you hear?"

"Enough to believe that you just shot an innuendo at my cat," Elsa chuckled. "Are you a 'dog lover?'"

Anna rolled her eyes at the blonde. "I love dogs. My hu-" she started, but quickly covered it up, hoping that Elsa didn't catch what she was going to say. "I mean, an old friend of mine worked around dogs. I only big dogs, though. Small dogs lick too much."

"Yeah, if I were to get a dog, I'd get a big dog. Probably a husky."

"I can see that. Did you just wake up?" Anna asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah, did you?"

"No, I got up at six. Marshmallow was laying on my neck, so it was pretty hard to fall back asleep. Plus, the sun's up," Anna grinned.

"I see. Want to get something to eat?" asked Elsa. "I have to be at work at nine-thirty, so we have some time. You like donuts?"

It was fairly sunny outside when they left. The rain moistened the grass so that it shone in the sunlight. The air was crisp and fresh, and there were no clouds to block the suns rays from sight. Anna loved spring the most. She loved to dance in the rain. She would cheer the droplets of water on as they trickled down the window. The rain caused flowers to bloom and fill the air with sweet, pleasant scents. Spring felt right; it lay natural on her skin. She stepped outside in a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt, immediately feeling the cool, thin air. Her newly gingered hair was tied in two braids that rested on each shoulder. Anna wasn't paying much attention to anything else but the passenger's window, viewing the small town. They passed neighborhoods, shops, a few grocery stores, and ended up in the Dunkin' Donuts by the outdoor mall.

Anna sat at a table and watched Elsa order. She wore a black pencil skirt, a white dress shirt, black heels, and a pair of glasses. It was probably one of the most typical 'business woman' outfits Anna has ever seen. She always saw people wearing that type of clothing to work in movies. In her old town, Anna had worked as a fashion merchandiser and marketer. She was allowed to wear anything with the exception of jeans and clothes that weren't 'in style.' Elsa's uniform was just plain old black-and-white; it lacked the unity she would see in her old office at work. She shuddered at the thought of seeing everyone dressed in black and white everyday. Despite the boring-ness, she actually thought Elsa looked appealing in said outfit.

Elsa returned to their table and dropped a handful of creamers and sugars in front of Anna along with a cup and a small, white paper bag. "I ordered a regular black coffee since I didn't know what you like. It wasn't hard to pick out the donuts, though, I figured you'd go for the chocolate with sprinkles. It's my favorite," she said while sitting down and opening her own bag. Elsa took her glasses off and started her donut.

Anna nodded and stared at the blonde. "Your um, glasses..." she found herself stuttering out.

"What about them?" Elsa questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Why'd you take them off?"

Elsa shrugged, "I only wear them while I'm driving, working, or watching TV. I look weird with them on."

"Weird? No! You look good! I mean like, super official. And your whole outfit is, too. Are you some kind of important business woman? I haven't actually seen anyone wear something so ordinary." Anna mentally kicked herself. "It's not a bad ordinary. It's, ah, ordinary in the best ways."

Elsa chuckled lightly at the redhead's rambling. "Important? Definitely not. Business woman?" Elsa paused for a second. "Yeah, that's about right."

Relieved that she hadn't offended the blonde, she found something along the lines of a 'thank you' that she had been planning out in her head from the beginning of the day. "Thank you for the donuts," Anna whispered. "Well, not just for the donuts, but for the shake, and the fries, and for letting me stay at your house even when I'm a total stranger."

"You're welcome," Elsa replied, just noticing the situation. She is a stranger. You've never seen her at all before. Oh god. These are the things that end up hurting you. She thought back on the previous night and that morning and recognized the strange feeling she felt whenever she was around her. It was a feeling that she hadn't felt for quite a while, but she strongly remembered it. There's something about her that reminds me of—

Elsa snapped out of her daze when she heard a loud belch. "Whoo! Sorry, chocolate makes me extremely gassy," Anna explained.

Elsa smiled and slowly sipped her coffee. She has the same awkward confidence as... she brushed the unwanted thoughts away. Stop feeling. Conceal, Elsa. This can't lead to anywhere good. Alyssa needs to leave before I hurt her.

"I can help you look for a job, so you can leave sooner," Elsa blurted without much thought to the words.

"You're trying to get rid of me, aren't you?" Anna said with a wink.

Exactly. "No, of course not," she replied nervously.

"I'm teasing. Maybe I can work for your friend. We got along well," Anna suggested.

Elsa was hesitant. Working at Sven's wouldn't allow her to make much money. She didn't want her to get too close to Kristoff, but now wasn't the time to decide the fate of the friendship. Although Elsa felt bad for thinking it, she knew that the redhead wouldn't be working there for long. "Sure, I'll drop you off."

"Hi, um, Christopher, right?" Anna greeted as she walked through the restaurant door.

"It's Kristoff. How'd last night go? Was Elsa awkward?" Kristoff asked.

"Awkward? No! She's great," Anna beamed at him.

Kristoff raised an eyebrow. "Great?"

"Yeah, she bought me donuts, and I think I'm a cat person now,"

"She turned you?" he paused. "Into a cat person, I mean."

Anna giggled. "Yeah, Marshmallow's a sweetheart."

Kristoff nodded and there was a beat of silence. "So what brings you to Sven's on this lovely day?"

"Oh, right! I need to apply."

"Apply? Like, for a job?" Anna nodded enthusiastically. "I don't think I can let you do that," Kristoff stated.

Anna cleared her throat and gestured towards the empty box behind the counter. "Whoever bought whatever was in that box for you must be a very generous person."

Kristoff sighed. He barely had enough money to run the restaurant. Did Elsa suggest this? Since when was she all about helping strangers? She did help him, though, and he owed her for it. "Fine, I'll get you an application."

Anna sat down at one of the booths with the pen and application Kristoff gave her. She pulled the cap off of the pen and started writing.

Last Name: Christensen First Name: A

Dammit. Anna was halfway finished with her name when she realized that she wasn't Anna anymore. She furiously scribbled at the application, attempting to rid of the marks from before.

Kristoff watched her sit there staring blankly at the application. Did she forget her name or something?

Anna walked up to the counter and handed him the form. "Can I get another? I sort of messed up."

"On an application? How? It's about you," Kristoff mused.

"My handwriting looked ugly," Anna lied and Kristoff sent her a confused glance. "It's a girl thing."

"Right," he laughed and handed her another application. Girls are weird.

Anna walked back to the booth she previously sat at and bit at her lip. Okay, let's try this again. Common last names. Johnson? Jones? Baker? Smith. Smith is... really simple. She wrote the name on the application and smiled to herself.

Last Name: Smith First Name:

Oh dear lord did I already forget my first name? Okay, don't panic, Anna. You got this. It started with an A, right? Ashley? Alice? Alyssa? Shit shit shit shit shit.

"Kristoff?" She said wearily.

"Yes, Alyssa?"

Whoo, okay. Alyssa. She realized that she was staring at him still. "Can I get a glass of water?"

"Sure." Kristoff replied.

After she was finished, she handed the application to Kristoff. He read over the paper and chuckled. She put her address as "Elsa's Apartment." There was no phone number. In fact, most of the application was blank. She hadn't given any information on past jobs, either, and it made Kristoff wonder. Her face was so hopeful, and it really seemed like she needed this. C'mon, Kristoff. Just let her work here. But I'll have to pay her... and people will have to actually eat here. He finished his internal argument with himself and took in a deep breath. "Congratulations. You are now an official employee at Sven's."

Weselton Advertising was only a fifteen minute drive from Elsa's apartment, and a twenty minute drive from the Dunkin' Donuts she went to almost every morning. It didn't look like a large building from the outside, but the inside had much space for the different types of occupations in the company. It was filled with creative employers who wrote catchy jingles and came up with creative (yet deceiving) ways to get people to buy products. Elsa didn't have one of those 'fun' jobs in the company. She tracked the sales of products that they sponsored and made graphs and charts over the sales. It wasn't a hard job per se, but the monotony of it got to her sometimes.

The worst part of it, though, was her boss. Duke Weselton ran the company for over 20 years and managed to make it the most successful advertising company in North America. They advertised for big-name brands like Coke, Hostess, McDonald's, and Hallmark. They also advertised for real estate, heating, plumbing, and insurance companies. More than half of the stores at the nearby mall were being advertised by Weselton Advertising. Lately though, Elsa noticed a decrease in the sales of the products they advertised. The second leading advertisement company, Northern Ads, was quickly catching up to their success. Companies were actually cancelling their contracts to work with Northern Ads. Weselton didn't see it as a threat, though. Elsa found herself constantly mocking the old man in her head. Oh, my company will slowly lose business by the next 20 years, but it's totally okay.

"Miss Arendelle, you look lovely on this fine day," Duke complimented with a bounce that caused his 'hair' to slightly leave his scalp.

"Thank you, Mr. Weselton. As do you," Elsa replied properly, containing her usual thoughts. I wear this everyday, Weselton. You wear that everyday. We look 'lovely' everyday. Weselton's usual perkiness creeped Elsa out, especially for his age. He wasn't a bad guy; he reminded her of a corny television father. Whenever she walked past him he would be telling an old joke, or god forbid he would be dancing. She would bring the topic up of decreasing sales and losing business to Northern Ads at every meeting, but he dismissed it each time. The company would be much more successful if he took her ideas into consideration. She hated being ignored when she was only trying to keep the company from being out-advertised by Northern Ads.

The only thing keeping her from quitting was her salary and her enthusiastic coworker/friend, Olaf. He was very pale with dark hair and dark eyes. Olaf fell a couple of inches shorter than Elsa and was the average weight for a man his size. He was the same age as Elsa, but she worked there for a couple of years longer than him. Once he started working there, the pair quickly became friends. He always gave the best advice, no matter how hard it would be to hear it. Elsa hadn't approached him for his 'expertise' in a while, but she was dying to ask him about the girl that entered her life the last night.

"Hey Olaf, can I ask you something?" Elsa sat next to him during her lunch hour.

"Yeah, what?" He smiled widely as his curiosity grew. Nothing 'interesting' has happened for her in a while, so he wondered what made her seem so flustered.

"So, last night this girl came into Sven's with no money, job, or home, and I'm sorta letting her stay at my apartment," Elsa rushed out nervously.

"She's a complete stranger?"

"Yes."

"How long is she staying?"

"Until she gets back on her feet," Elsa shrugged. "Is that... weird?"

"Kinda, but maybe it will be good for you."

"Good?"

"Yeah, you only talk to me and Kristoff," he said. "It wouldn't hurt to make another friend, especially a girl."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, really, but aren't girls supposed to have a certain amount of 'girl time?'"

"I don't need 'girl time,'" Elsa added air quotes and made a face at the words. "She needs to leave as soon as she has enough money. After that, we can't be friends."

"Why? Kristoff told me about you girls last night. He said that you called her hot or pretty or something." Olaf's eyes widened in realization of what he had just said. "You like her? You guys can date and love each other. You can be happy, Elsa! If you jus—"

"Olaf," she stopped him abruptly and looked at the floor. Taking a deep, shaky breath, she whispered, "Alyssa reminds me of him."

"Elsa," Olaf said, lightly squeezing her knee. "You can't keep dwelling on that. It's been what, two, three years? If she reminds you of him, then maybe she'll make you happy."

Elsa didn't look up at Olaf. She quietly finished her lunch and left to finish her daily duties. She finally said the words that have been plaguing her mind for the whole morning, and it resulted in nothing good. Olaf was always right in his advice, but she couldn't think about being happy. It was a selfish thing: being happy after what had happened. She knew that she didn't deserve happiness. Olaf thought that she did, though. He missed the Elsa that would come into work and laugh at Weselton's dumb jokes. He didn't understand how someone so wonderful like Elsa could believe that she didn't deserve a better life. He hoped that this strange girl would somehow get his friend to come back and be her happy self again.

A/N: Wow! I didn't expect as many follows/faves/reviews as I received from the first chapter, so thanks! I'll definitely be continuing this. It took a while for me to update this chapter because I had to plan out the rest of the story, but I figured everything out. I'm really excited for this, and I hope you guys are too!

ps: I'm on spring break, so I'll probably stay here kept up in my room, discreetly writing fanfiction. Yay for no school and quicker updates!

Until next time :-)

-4soc