I own nothing. I do not own the plot, it based off of the movie and book by the same name. I also do not own the characters used for this story, they belong to their original creators and Disney. I have made my own little changes to the characters personalities as well as little things in the plot to flow with the characters better.

Chapter 2: First Date

Melody Zale, pretty and approachable in her dark skinny jeans with a maroon coloured turtleneck sweater that had the shoulders missing; on her feet she wore her light brown healed ankle booties. Her makeup was simple with mascara and eyeliner the only things on her blue eyes, and – one of the many – wine coloured liquid lipstick on her full lips. Her long wavy raven hair was pulled into a high ponytail with her bangs framing her face. Melody sat in a booth at a hip restobar called Mt. Olympus with Kristoff Glacier, cute but holding onto his frat boy roots with blue jeans, sneakers and his blue buttoned up shirt that had the top two buttons undone revealing the top of his black t-shirt that was hidden underneath. His shaggy blond hair was tousled just the right amount to be cute but not sloppy in Melody's opinion. They sipped their near empty cocktails.

"So, Elsa told me you're a real estate agent." Melody says after a pause.

"Yeah, but don't worry – not one of the cheesy ones who puts his headshots on bus benches and grocery carts."

"So just like on Frisbees and notepads?"

Kristoff laughs at her little jab while Melody smiles

I'm doing well. She thought excitedly.

"You got it." Kristoff says as he smiles back. "Much cheesier,"

"My thoughts exactly," Melody sips her drink and looks at Kristoff.

"I wonder why Elsa never thought of introducing us before?" she asks casually.

"Yeah, I don't know, I ummm – "

Their waitress appeared with a bright smile, cutting him off. "You guys ready for another round?" Kristoff looked back to Melody.

"You want one more?" he asks her.

"Only if you do, but I mean, if you have to get going I totally…." Melody trails off with a light blush coating her cheeks.

Kristoff considers this for a long moment. Melody nervously bites at her lower lip. She knows the outcome of this date hangs in the balance. It feels like an eternity, to her, before Kristoff finally responds.

"Umm, okay. Sure. One more,"

Kagome breathed a sigh of relief.

"You had vodka and cranberry, right?" Kristoff continued. Melody nodded her head and smiled, clearly flattered that Kristoff remembered her order. She scoots a little closer to him.

Once their last round of drinks came around they laughed and talked about work and shared some childhood stories. The date ended to Melody's disappointment, Kristoff paid for their drinks before they gathered their respective things and left the restaurant. Melody pulled her jacket closer to herself at the chilly night air. Kristoff smiled at Melody as he opened his arms to hug her outside of the restaurant. Melody happily returned his hug, despite the twinge of sadness she felt when it ended.

"Well Kristoff. I had a really nice time."

"Yeah, it was really nice meeting you."

"B-bye," Melody waved flirtatiously and walked away smiling. She turned around to look, and saw Kristoff take his cell phone out of his pocket. Melody excitedly took her own cell phone from her purse and dials a familiar number.

"Hey, it's me. He's cute. I think it went well." She sneaks another look over her shoulder to see Kristoff.

"And I think he might be leaving me a message at home as-we-speak." She says as she turned left at the corner with a wide grin.

Kristoff looked over his shoulder as Melody turned the corner while he continues to listen to the phone ring. "Hey, it's me… I just wanted you to know that I was thinking about you."

Across town inside of a small grocery store was Auroa Philip. Auroa, hot in an earthy sort of way, heads down the aisle looking for a snack in her black yoga pants and matching lulu lemon zip up hoodie. Her long golden hair was in a messy braid hanging over her right shoulder as she holds her cell phone in one hand and reached for a bag of soy nuts with the other while holding a bottle of water with the same hand.

"Kristoff, that's so nice. Thank you."

Auroa walked down the aisle shortly before getting to the checkout, there's one person ahead of her. The person looked back to see her – he was good looking with his short auburn hair pushed out of his eyes, his green eyes clashed against his fair skin. The sleeves of his dress shirt had been rolled up and his tie loosened around his neck indicating that his long day at work has finally come to an end.

Very good looking. She thinks as Kristoff continues to talk about his day on the other line.

Hans Anderson catches the young woman check him out and they share a smile as he notices the slight blush reach her cheeks. "Do you want to go ahead?"

"Hmm?" Very articulate Auroa…

"Go ahead? You've only got two things."

"Hold on." Auroa says into the phone.

She looks at what he's got – a six pack of Butterbeer. "You've only got one thing."

"Well, technically it's six. And I'm still mulling over a gum purchase. So…" He stepped aside to let her go. She smiles at him.

"Hey, let me call you right back." The young woman hangs up the phone and moves past Hans, hands her things to the emotionless cashier. As she walked by, Hans couldn't stop himself from drifting his gaze to her ass – which was hugged wonderfully by her yoga pants. God bless yoga pants he thought to himself.

As the cashier rings up her items – Auroa looks back at Hans – they share another smile. She hands the cashier her ATM card and she swipes it.

"Oh my word," the cashier says lazily.

"Come on. Seriously, I just deposited money today. There's no way – "

"It's not that. Let me check something." She turns around and rifles through a stock of papers, finally finding what she was looking for. "Congratulations, you won."

"What?" Auroa asked confused.

"Our sizzlin' summer promotion, you're our 1000th customer in June." The cashier reaches under the register and pulls out an igloo cooler and hands it to Auroa with her purchased items in a separate bag. Auroa beams.

"Are you kidding?"

"Do I look like I'm messing with you?" the cashier asked deadpanned. Her reaction did not phase Auroa as she looks over at Hans excitedly; she was so excited she might've burst from joy.

"I swear to god, this is the most exciting thing that's ever happened to me."

Hans could not tell if she was kidding. "Really?"

"Is that sad?" Auroa asked him directly although she could see the cashier begin to nod her head to her question from the corner of her eye.

"No, it's – charming. Congratulations."

Auroa smiles wide as she admires her new cooler, as she steps aside for the man behind her. Her smile quickly turns to a pout as she faces Hans while he pays for his items. "Wait, no. I can't accept this. You were here first. I didn't win at all."

"Yes, you did. Trust me – its fate. You were meant to have that cooler." Hans reassures her as he takes the bag with his purchased items from the indifferent cashier.

Auroa throws her arms around him and hugs him as she bounces a bit. "Thank you so much!" she says giddly. Hans can't help but laugh as he returns the hug. The cashier rolled her eyes as she took out her phone to text her friend about her weird customers.

20 MINUTES AWAY ACROSS TOWN

Kristoff entered his loft apartment and put his keys in the dish he had by his front door. As he takes off his shoes he can hear that his living room television was on. He already knew who it was before he heard his friend call out.

"Hey. How was the date?"

"Fine you know." Kristoff replies as he passed by the couch and saw his childhood friend Jim Hawkins sitting on his couch watching some baseball highlights. Before he reaches the kitchen he pauses and turns to Jim.

"Why are you here?"

"My cables out," Jim replies without taking his eyes off the highlights.

Kristoff returns from the kitchen with a beer and stands beside the couch that Jim was sitting on.

"You didn't hear my phone ring, did you?"

"Nope," Jim replied.

"Shit. Auroa gave me the 'I'll call you right back'."

"How long ago?"

"22 minutes." Kristoff said as he checked his phone time for confirmation. Jim winced as Kristoff took a sip of his beer.

"Sorry dude." Jim says.

"Do I call back?" Jim shrugs as Kristoff drinks half the bottle before responding. "I know. I'll call back and say that I'm going to bed."

"At 9:30pm? Genius." Jim said sarcastically as he takes a drink of his own beer.

"It is genius because then I can say: 'In case you were going to call me back – don't – cause I'll be sleeping'."

"And then in the morning you can call and say: 'Okay I'm awake so you can call me back now'. Sounds foolproof," Jim suggests while rolling his eyes.

"It is, you'll see." Kristoff says as he pulls off his jacket and tosses it next to a box – which contains about 50 frisbess. On each Frisbee a large picture of Kristoff, with his office number and the title: Kristoff Glacier REAL ESTATE AGENT. Kristoff dials the number he knows from memory into his cell phone as he heads back to his room. Jim shakes his head as he gets up from his comfy spot on his buddy's couch. He walked over to the fridge to grab another beer as he thought about his unlucky friend. He's so hung up on someone that's not interested but I don't have the heart to tell him. Jim thinks to himself before he takes a long sip of his beer then sits back down on the couch to watch the rest of the highlights.

IN THE PARKING LOT OF RAY'S GROCERY STORE

Auroa pulled out her phone and reads "Kristoff's calling" on her screen, she quickly pressed ignore and stashed it back in her purse before flashing an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, what was I saying?"

"I think you were telling me how you don't want to be like your mom and wake up and realize you didn't pursue your dreams." Hans explains with a playful smile that made Auroa's heart skip a beat. He opened his pack of gum and offered Auroa a piece. She took one and laughed, a bit embarrassed while her cheeks became dusted in a blush.

"Was I? A little intense for grocery store chatter, sorry,"

"It's okay. I might even be able to help you out. There's a guy at my firm who has exclusively music clients."

"That would be – amazing. What are you – like my prince charming?" Auroa digs through her purse to find a piece of paper. This is amazing, he's a dream come true! She thought as she writes down her number, and holds it out for him. Hans looked at it with a sheepish look, contemplating his next words.

"Okay, look, I'm married. I don't do this." He admits as he runs his hand through his bangs as his guilt became more evident on his face.

"Don't do what? Help struggling singers?" Auroa asked innocently

"Help hot-pilates-instructing-singers who happen to be very charming." Hans says with a playful smirk.

Auroa gives him an embarrassed smile as she withdraws her out stretched hand to put the piece of paper back in her purse. She couldn't stop herself from also feeling flattered by his words as well. He thinks I'm hot, stop it. He's a married man! Auroa thinks to herself as her cheeks darken a deep red colour. Then an idea popped to her head.

"Do you want to give me your card? That's legit. I bet you're allowed to do that."

Hans considered this as he crossed his arms over his chest. He hadn't known this Auroa woman for long but he already wanted to find a way to see her again. Hans admires her 'lazy day' outfit as it shows off the curves she has but still leaving some thoughts for his imagination. Hans looked into her beautiful blue eyes. I could stare into them for the rest of my life…

"Right, okay. I guess that would be okay." Hans reaches into his back pocket for his wallet to retrieve his business card for her. As he hands it to Auroa she flashes him a bright smile that takes his breath away for a moment. She puts the card in her purse before she thanks him. The two share a look before they say goodbye. They shake hands awkwardly as Auroa adjusts her purse strap. She turns away from her new friend and starts walking the short distance back to her apartment. Hans briefly watched her walk away enjoying the view of her retreating form. Hans walked over to a car that was off to his left, shopping bag in hand with a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He entered the passenger side and could feel friends' eyes on him without even looking to the driver's side.

"So, who was that?"

"A prospective client,"

"Yeah right," His friend says with a smirk, Hans could tell how much his friend was enjoying the moment. He was still refusing to look his way.

"I can talk to a woman Eugene. It doesn't have to be like that."

Eugene looked over at his old college roommate as his smirk transformed to an amused smile as he shook his head.

"Just drive damnit." Hans rolled his eyes as his friend starts the car and they pull away from the store.

Eugene drove Hans home before heading to his Westside loft. Eugene Ryder's loft was filled with modern art paintings and furniture with grey, black and indigo as the colour theme throughout. It was a cozy yet architectural look – a cool place to live.

"Hey babe, are you here?" Eugene called into the loft as he puts his coat away in the closet by their front door. He walked further into the living room area until he spotted his lovely girlfriend.

On the couch sat his girlfriend of seven years, Rapunzal Soleil. She sat on their grey couch wrapped in a throw blanket, seemingly watching tv. Rapunzal had already showered and changed since arriving home a little over an hour ago. Her face was clear of makeup and her hip length wavy blond hair was in a messy bun on top of her head. Under the throw blanket she had on a pair of shorts and one of Eugene's old college sweaters.

"Hey honey,"

Eugene walked towards the kitchen but stopped at the couch and gives her a kiss on the head before he continued his journey. He opened the fridge door and took out a bottle of water. Why is it so quiet? Eugene thought as he closed the fridge door and noticed he couldn't hear the tv. He looked over Rapunzal's shoulder and finally realized the tv wasn't even on.

"Is everything okay?" He asked as he opened his drink.

"Yeah, just got off the phone,"

"You want some tea or something?"

"It was my baby brother. He's getting married."

"That's great. I've always liked that Wendy girl. That's really great."

Rapunzal turned around and looked at him, she didn't look that happy. "Do you think it's great?" she asked skeptically.

Is this a trick question? "Yeah," Eugene replies as he started to chug his bottle of water.

"So, you think it's great that they're getting married, but you never feel like we're going against nature or something by not getting married?"

"No babe," he said as he joined Rapunzal on the couch and puts his arms around her. "Going against nature is like that cat who started nursing that monkey. We're just two people who aren't married."

Rapunzal manages a weak smile, "Right."

"I actually think the odds of having a successful relationship increase by not getting married. Looks at my parents – all marriage got them was thirty two years of misery and joint checking."

"Yeah, I know. I get that."

"Like I've always told you – I love you – and we don't need a marriage certificate to legitimize our relationship."

"Yeah,"

"Lemme get you some tea." Eugene said with a gentle smile as he squeezed her shoulders affectionately before heading back to the kitchen.

Once Eugene is away from her, Rapunzal starts to cry quietly, but quickly dried her tears and forced herself to pull it together. A few minutes later, Eugene returns with her tea and the couple snuggle up on the couch and watch tv for an hour before heading to bed together.

A/N: And that's chapter two! I know I said I'd post who were the characters I used in the previous chapter but I ended up finishing this chapter sooner than I thought. Send in who you think I used in the first chapter! This chapter revealed most of the main characters in this story but the next one will introduce some new ones as well as get more familiar with a few you met in this one. Cheer, until next time!