Elsa would come every Friday on Anna's shift, thankful for the free wifi. Some days, she would order, other days, she wouldn't. But when she did, it was always some sort of frappuccino. Anna would make small talk, and slowly but surely, she was befriending the regular customer.

"How's your week been, Elsa?"

"Oh, the usual: annoying co-workers, loads of college homework, etc."

"I totally get it, professors can be a pain." Anna popped on the lid to the frap, and handed it to Elsa. "Have a nice day!"

Elsa gave a small wave, "Thanks, and you too!"

Business at the small coffee shop was slow that day, and it was almost time for Anna to close up.

"What? You've never had a crepe before?"

Anna and Elsa had taken advantage of the trickle of customers, and had been chatting idly for hours. Elsa was a great listener - never said too much, but commented at the right times. Anna loved that about her, and couldn't wait to learn more about her.

"No... What is that...?" A look of bewilderment and curiosity crossed Elsa's face.

"Oh. My. Gosh. This is sacrilege, it's only the most delicious thing ever know to mankind in the form of a dessert! It's like a really flat pancake, and you can fill it with different toppings - no, fillings, since it's not on top - like fruit, or chocolate, or custard, or anything really." Anna smiled at finally being able to know about something more than the other person.

Whether it was school, or sports, Anna always felt she had the lower hand. She honestly did not know how the heck she got into college. But around Elsa, she felt empowered. She felt loved. For the first time in forever, someone wasn't judging her for who she was, or how she acted. Elsa accepted her... Anna felt undeserving.

I mean, Elsa's perfect. She's smart, beautiful, kind, and everything in between.

"Huh. I guess they must be pretty good, if you enjoy them that much."

Anna was brought back to reality by Elsa's response. "You trust my judgement? Aw, thanks! So... Have any pets?"

Elsa grinned and nodded. Anna could see joyful memories in her eyes.

"Ah yes, I have a dog named Olaf. He is so sweet, and just loves having fun in the sun. He also loves attention. Oh gosh, he'll follow you around for hours until he gets a warm hug, it's adorable. ...Anna?"

Anna's eyes were glazed over as she stared dreamily at the blonde beauty sitting across from her.

[gasp] She has freckles! Wow, you can only see them up close... And how does she manage her hair so perfectly? There's never a hair out of place. It's so pretty... I don't think I've ever seen platinum blonde hair before... Oh wow, she's staring straight at me. Those eyes, they'll get me every time. Wait, do I have something on my face?

"Anna?" Elsa had a slightly worried look on her face.

"Huh?" Anna sat up straight, and wiped the drool off her chin. "Oh, sorry! Just thinking... About things. You know, totally normal... Olaf sounds great!"

"Yeah," Elsa replied and brushed off Anna's weirdness. She found it cute. "He is. Okay, now it's my turn to ask a question. Hm... What's your favorite color?"

Anna hesitated. It was such a simple question, and she wondered why that question of all questions. "That's easy, green."

"Ah, but why? That is the question."

The red head frowned in concentration. She had never thought why before. Anna just one day, in third grade, decided that green was her favorite color. It was nice, and she didn't have any problem with it being her favorite color. Everyone else had favorite colors, and But there had to be more than that...

"Well... I've actually never thought of that before. I don't like blue, because, well, EVERYONE likes blue. And I don't like red, because it reminds me of bad things... But green... Green isn't too special, but we see it every day. It's green, it's there, but not always wanted. It reminds me of freshly cut grass on a summer's day. It reminds me of happiness, of life. It's refreshing."

Anna looked up to see Elsa beaming, with a very satisfied look on her face.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just that colors have a great way of defining people. Is that how you feel, Anna?"

Realization dawned upon the redhead's face. It WAS how she felt, about herself about everything around her. She didn't feel special, but always had announced her presence to the people around her with her activeness and enthusiasm. She was there, but didn't really feel wanted. Green was who she was, and who she wanted to be. Anna wanted to be the happiness for someone else, the life for someone else. She might not be special, but she would give what she could to the blank piece of paper in front of her. Her future unknown, a blank easel, that she would bring color to with her green, her color, her being.

Anna looked up in awe, and nodded slowly. "Yes... Green... Green is me."

Elsa's smile was an endearing one, "I'm glad you can see that now."

Anna sighed in content, feeling refreshed. "What's your favorite color?"

Elsa rested her chin on her hands and put her elbows on the table, propping her head up at eye level with Anna.

"White."

The next week Elsa came to the coffee shop, she wasn't alone.

When Anna saw her walk in, a bright smile immediately spread across her face. She had been thinking about Elsa a lot lately; everything reminded her of Elsa. Whenever someone ordered a frappuccino, she would think of Elsa's smile. When she saw a blonde walking down the street, Anna remembered her uncanny tolerance for low temperatures.

But as soon as Anna noticed the young man beside Elsa, the redhead woman's mood fell drastically. Her fears had been confirmed: Elsa was already claimed.

The guy wasn't an eyesore, either. He was maybe a half an inch taller than Elsa, who was about an inch taller than Anna. If it were possible to naturally have even blonder hair than Elsa, this guy made the cut. His hair was so blonde it almost looked silver. It was slightly unkept, but still looked fantastic, like he fixes it in the morning by simply running his hand through it. He could get away with it too, with those good looks of his. Elsa's "friend" had skin so white it was almost pale. His eyes were a startling deep blue, glinting with rebellion and mischief, always having a smirk always at the corner of his lips.

The young man wore a navy blue hoodie with worn-out black skinny jeans. A pair of gray converse completed the outfit.

The two stunningly gorgeous blondes started towards the counter. Anna narrowed her eyes slightly, her face showing no emotion. "What would you like to order this afternoon?"

Elsa frowned, a look of confusion on her face. "Uh... I'll have a mocha frappuccino, please... How about you, Jack?"

The guy, Jack, looked at the menu for a moment, and replied, "Hm. I'll have the Pumpkin Spice Latte."

Anna nodded wrote down the order on the cup.

"Anna," Elsa started, "This is Jack, my b-"

"Your order will be ready in a couple minutes." Anna cut her off and handed the cups to Merida, who was working on her shift that day, due to the heavy flow of customers. As Anna headed to the back, she gave Merida a pleading look, and the redhead from Scotland nodded.

Anna walked into the employee lounge, sat on one of the couches, and let out a frustrated sigh.

I can't believe I was so stupid! She's gorgeous! Of course she's gonna have a boyfriend, she's straight! Ugh. Thank God for Merida.

Merida had moved to New York from Scotland to get a degree in archery, and now teaches it at an academy. She was Anna's closest friend at the shop, and was always there to relieve her, whether it's from weird work hours or stress. And whenever Merida needed a helping hand, Anna and her bright smile were always more than happy to oblige.

Anna groaned. I can't avoid them forever... But to her relief, when she went back out, the pair was gone.

"What was that all about, lass?" Merida peered at Anna with a concerned face.

"Oh, nothing... Just wasn't up to dealing with model-material blondes today." Anna sighed and started making another order.

"I'll say. With looks like those, wouldn't you be running to him, not away from him...?"

The heartbroken redhead shrugged. "Merida, you know I don't really swing that way."

"Yeah, but he looks hot enough to straighten anyone out. Thor, those eyes..."

Anna giggled and rolled her eyes at her enamored friend.