Chapter 2: Anna's POV

My day of work was coming to an end, I huffed clearing another table. Today had been extremely busy at the cafe, which was great for tips but it required me actually work hard for once; not that I cared much, I loved this job and I've been working here since I got kicked out of college a third time...honestly how the hell does someone get kicked out of Music, IT and Gaming? Oh I remember! I didn't turn up for the classes, I chuckled to myself. When I had told my dad how I've been kicked out a third time, he didn't bother getting angry he just burst out laughing. College really wasn't for me I guess. Working was better though, I made money and worked along side my best friend, and I would get to meet hot guys sometimes.

I moved towards my "stage" (it was hardly a stage it was just a stool sitting randomly in the middle of the cafe), it had been kristoff's idea I play in the afternoon; he was a really great friend, if things had been different I would have probably dated him, but I had known him since I was a little baby and our parents were very close, so it would be like being with my brother. My thoughts trailed off as I noticed a piece of paper with my name on it, on my stool. "Huh?" I picked it up opening the folded paper, it read:

"Hey, I saw you playing today and I must say: wow. Your voice is that of an angel, you play the guitar so skillfully as well. When I was younger I tried learning the guitar, it was an epic fail. PS you are also extremely beautiful."

I searched the paper looking for a name but only saw it was signed with drawing of a snowflake; whoever this snowflake person was, they were skilled in drawing. "Hey Kris!" I called out.

My giant friend soon came out of the kitchen. "Whats up?" he dried his hands on his apron. Kristoff always did the washing up, originally it was my job to do but after I smashed seventeen plates he decided to take over.

"I got a note, from snowflake?", I handed him the note "Any idea who he could be?"

He read through the note and shrugged "Looks like our little Anna has a secret admirer"

I grinned, who was this snowflake? What did they look like? Were they a guy or girl even? I imagined my dream guy: tall, fair and handsome and swooned at the thought of a prince charming. But then again I'd already had experience with a "prince charming" and how did that end? Me crying for months, because it turns out he was just using me to write a freaking article for something stupid. I sighed, he was a jerk...

"You know, it was probably one of those college students...although I haven't seen those guys in here recently", Kristoff added, rubbing his chin trying to remember all of the new customers from today. "There was some old Spanish lady... there was a pretty blonde chick, er... oh! A skinny guy wearing humongous glasses. Any of them stand out to you?"

"Not really, although I saw the guy in the glasses, they were crazy big!",I giggled "But no". I played with my braid "No one stood out as my snowflake" "Your snowflake?" "Yes, my snowflake", I smiled and began to wonder why it was signed with a snowflake...why a snowflake? Was this some kind of clue? Maybe they liked winter? Probably. Maybe snowflake was their name? No, it can't be... can that be a name? "Kristoff, can snowflake be a name? Like a real name?"

He chuckled "No way, I mean yeah some people name their kids weird names but I highly doubt he'd be called snowflake".

"He?!", I jumped in excitement "You DO know who it is!"

"Or she? I dunno!" Kristoff shrugged grinning at me. I punched his arm hard "Ow! What the hell?"

"I thought you knew more!", I crossed my arms and huffed "Don't you ever let me get excited again!", I scolded.

"Fine fine, I'll never let you be excited again", he rubbed his arm "for a tiny girl you sure do hit hard".

"Whatever, dude", I turned around and looked at the clock, it was now 7pm. I grinned, I could finally go home. "Looks like I get to go home!" I jumped happily.

"Nope", Kristoff gave me an evil grin.

"What?! But work is finished!"

"You're getting excited, I said I'll never let you be excited again, so no home time"

I pouted "Pweeease"

He laughed "Fine ok, but don't get too excited, ok? I mean it"

I nodded, my face stern. I took off my apron and went to go grab my coat and guitar from the back room and slowly walked back to the front door of the cafe. I quickly turned to Kristoff, with a huge grin plastered on my face, "I'm so excited to go home so I can eat my mum's famous lasagna", I squealed in joy.

"Hey! I said no more excitement!"

"Sorry!" I ran out of the cafe before shouting "Not sorry!".