A/N:I don't know if this should be modern day or around the time period in Frozen. What do you think?

Anna remembers the reason Hans seemed like the perfect guy. Her parents just didn't care enough. Neglect is the perfect driving force to blind anyone into doing something stupid. And the stupid thing that Anna did was Hans. Well, actually, he wasn't the first stupid thing.

You see, Anna had been so fed up with her home life that one night, she went out. To a bar. At age 18.

To be honest, she only went there for the attention she'd get from her parents. Her family was rich and famous so her parents would no doubt find out about her escapades. She just wasn't expecting this beautiful stranger to show up.

She hadn't noticed him at first, which surprised her because this guy was gorgeous. Auburn hair, chiseled face and body, decent looking sideburns. How did she not notice this god sitting next to her? Thankfully, or not thankfully, he noticed her first.

"Hi. Can I buy you a drink? You look a little parched," the gorgeous stranger asked with a smile.

Anna had to admit, she was a little flustered at the idea of this stranger even paying attention to her. Usually, people only pay attention to her clumsiness or the loads of money associated with her last name. "Um, no thank you," she politely declined, adding in a quiet whisper," I'm, uh, underage."

The stranger's smile widened. "Then why are you at a bar?"

Anna blushed furiously and said in a high pitched voice,"I don't even know your name. Why do I have to explain myself to you?"

The stranger let out a small chuckle. "Because you're Anna Andersen. A famous and beautiful heiress like you has to provide an explanation for everything you do. By the way, I'm Hans."

Anna didn't think it was possible, but the blush she was sporting had deepened. "You know me?"

Hans' face turned incredulous. "Of course I know you. Who doesn't know you?"

Before Anna could stop herself, she muttered,"My parents."

A wistful smile had shown up on Hans' face. "I know the feeling. Having 12 older brothers really limits your chances of being noticed by your parents."

Anna wore a sorrowful smile on her face. She had finally met someone who could relate to her.

And so, it began. Anna and Hans had talked for hours and hours. About meaningless subjects. About meaningful subjects. Until the owner of the bar had to kick them out. Hans rubbed the back of his neck nervously,"I really enjoyed talking to you, Anna. And I was sorta hoping we could do this again?"

Anna didn't believe in miracles, but she did now. A guy like him and a girl like her? Who would've thought? "Sure. I would love to. Just give me your number and we'll work something out."

Anna remembers thinking about how they were both neglected, how they were both broken. She remembers thinking that maybe, just maybe, they could fix each other.