The dreaded day arrived, Monday, when everybody had to descend back into the pits of hell and take a little bit of it home with them in the form of homework. Per usual for a Monday, nobody was in a good mood, so it was little wonder that Elsa was bicycling very grumpily through the heat of the day to go to work. She swung open the door and took her backpack off, setting it behind the counter. Kristoff was already there, ready for the evening rush, brandishing his ice cream scooper like a sword.

He looked over at Elsa and asked, "What's wrong?"

Elsa sighed, putting her head in her hands. "Nothing, just… Mondays."

"Ah." Kristoff said, completely understanding. "Mondays suck."

"Yeah."

"Alright everybody!" Oaken said, coming over to check on them. "Are you ready? Good. Rush hour starting in five minutes, approximately."

As Kristoff and Elsa worked beside of each other, they chatted.

"I didn't know you were in band." Kristoff commented as they scooped ice cream and handed it to customers.

Elsa shrugged. "I've played flute since sixth grade, but this year was the first year I've been in symphonic band. I'm not really that good."

"Well, the purpose of band is to have fun!" Kristoff shrugged. "At least that's how I see it. I only play trombone."

"Trombone's still pretty cool."

They worked in silence until Kristoff started talking again. "Not to sound creepy, but I happened to be at the frozen yogurt place on Friday, and I saw you all sitting there. Is the redhead girl your sister?"

Elsa looked surprised. "Oh, uh yeah, that's my sister, and it's ok, that's not too creepy. We were on a double date."

"Jason is your boyfriend?"

"Well, yeah, I think. We did technically go on a date, so I guess I'm his girlfriend."

"Well, you should probably find out for sure."

"Well, yeah, I guess."

More silence until Kristoff suddenly said, "Oh! I just noticed you're not wearing your glasses! Did you get contacts?"

"Well, I had contacts but I've started wearing them regularly now."

"Why?"

Elsa looked away. "I look prettier without glasses."

"Who told you that?"

"Uh… nobody."

"You don't just change your style overnight for no reason. Everything has a logical reason for it."

"Alright, fine. Yes, Jason told me that."

"Ok." Kristoff said, dropping the conversation much to Elsa's surprise.

Eventually the day ended, and they closed up shop. Kristoff waited for Elsa to unlock her bike, then did the customary good bye. "Ice bros?" He asked, holding out his fist for a fist bump.

Elsa smiled and touched her fist to his. "Ice bros."

Kristoff watched her pedal away, then stood there with his backpack, waiting for his mom to pick him up. While he waited, he wondered about Anna. She had been pretty cute, but she had a boyfriend, and was in sixth grade.

His mom, Bulda honked her horn, interrupting his thoughts. Bluda was short and squat and round, much like a burrito in person form. She was also what people called, a character, which meant that she was sassy and wasn't afraid to speak her mind. The purple ends of her hair showed that she had style. But, all Kristoff knew was his mom and that's all he's ever known.

He walked around the van and got in the passenger door, and she started the car, moving away from the restaurant. "You were pretty deep in thought back there." Bulda commented. "What were you thinking about?"

"Oh, um just stuff. Work, school, you know."

"What about that girl that you work with that you were telling me about? What was her name? Elise? Elizabeth?"

"Elsa. I guess I was thinking about her a bit."

"Ooh!" Bulda said, raising an eyebrow.

Kristoff blushed. "No, Mom! Not like that! I don't like her like that. We're just friends. But, her sister is kind of cute."

"Oh really? What's her name?"

"Anna. But, she's in sixth grade. That's a problem."

Bulda waved her hand dismissively. "That's not a problem. Just wait a few years. Once you graduate from college you can date someone ten years older than you and nobody will say anything. At least not to your face."

Kristoff grinned. "It's ok, Mom. But, thanks."

"Anytime my dear." She pulled into the driveway of a big, old looking house with toys, some of which haven't been used in years, strewn all over the front yard. They got out of the car and walked up to the door.

"I made spaghetti if you want some." Bulda said, taking out her keys and unlocking the door.

Kristoff shook his head. "I'll get some later, I have to go do homework."

"Alright." Bulda opened the door and they entered the house.

Well, I'm actually traveling today, so I'm in a car. And i'm still on my laptop... *_* So, I'm going to watch a ton of old Disney movies now on my crappy hotspot wifi. I probably wont update today or the entire weekend, so i'm calling this the end of the one chapter per day week! Yay! Next time i'm doing that, I'm going to write at least two chapters in advance to save me a lot of stress. Now I will update once every week. Luv ya'll! see you next week!

-D&ATF :)