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Disclaimer: Frozen belongs to Disney.

A Random Iceburns Story - Modern AU

It was one thing to find a person interesting, and it was another to be so completely drawn to her that you'd go great lengths just to find out who she is.

It was funny, the way life worked, who would have thought you'd chance upon the one while walking on the way to work.

He hadn't expected it.

He walked just a little bit slower so he wouldn't over take her, but he also walk fast enough so it wouldn't look like he was stalking her. Her blonde hair was braided, but still messy. By the way she walked, she was graceful, maybe she's a dancer? He listened to her conversation over the phone, she had a beautiful voice, and an even more wonderful laugh—or maybe he was just daydreaming too much.

He was mesmerized.

He was obviously being creepy and stalker-ish.

Not, he defended, if she's taking the same route to work as I am.

He sighed when finally he reached the last corner to his work and she was headed the direction opposite that. He stopped, and he looked at her, watching her because he knew this could be the last time that he'd see her.

Blue eyes, crystal clear, shining with intelligence.

He was enchanted.

His mind wandered to that mystery woman the entire time he was at work, he was an artist, and somehow he was sketching her face all over his papers.

Uh huh, you're in way over your head, you creepy bastard.

"Is our artist in love?"

He snapped out of his reverie and looked at his friend with a frown, "I… No. I was just…"

He stared at his sketches, Drawing this amazing person that I'll likely never meet.

She giggled dismissively, snatching the papers on his desk before he could protest, "Wow, she's beautiful. Who is she, anyway? Your new girlfriend?"

His face felt so hot he knew he was putting a tomato to shame in that moment, "No! She's just some girl who walked the same route I did this morning."

"Some girl?" she 'tsk-ed' at him. "This is not just some girl, pretty boy! You are in love!"

"I am not in love!" He snatched the papers in her hands, and stuffing them all in his drawer, "What do you know about love anyway?"

"Obviously more than you do," she clucked her tongue dismissively before walking away.

He shook his head and started working on the sketches for tomorrow's presentation. Focus, Wes, focus.

He reopened his drawer and stared at the sketches. His computer skin blinked like it was sending some sort of sign. He stared at the scanner on his desk and smiled dubiously. Wouldn't hurt to try, right?

Weeks after those sketches turned viral all over the Internet with the tag "'Girl of my dreams?' By Wes Princeton"

He was a famous artist, everybody knew him, people supported him and helped him to look for her.

As it turns out, sometimes you didn't have to look too far or too hard.

Three knocks on his door.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Wonder who that is?

He wasn't expecting any visitor.

He opened the door.

And he certainly wasn't expecting her.

"Are you Wes Princeton?" she asked, she sounded somewhat shy but still assertive.

He managed not to stare, "I— I am."

She smiled beautifully at him, "Someone told me I might find you here."

"R- really?"

"Nope," she laughed, it had a musical quality to it, flicking her wrist dismissively. "Actually, I've known for quite sometime now that the Wes Princeton is my neighbor."

"N- neighbor?" Wes managed to choke out. "We're neighbors?"

"For about a year now," she grinned.

"Wow," then he shook his head. "Would you like to come in?"

"Of course," she nodded. "Thank you."

I've been neighbors with her for almost a year! And I've only known that now?

"So, this is a bit awkward," he started to say at the same time she said. "You're a really great artist."

They laughed.

They didn't instantly click but they talked.

"I feel really stupid for not knowing."

"It's fine, I'm usually cooped up in my house when I'm not at rehearsals."

"Dance?"

"Musicales."

"Oh."

"I'm just starting, actually."

"That's great!"

And talked.

"Wow, you've got a really big family, don't you?"

"Yep, but seriously, I can't believe you almost got locked in a freezer with your sister!"

"You're one to talk, at least I never put frogs in my sister's bed."

And talked.

"Wow, you have an amazing voice."

"Thank you. You're a terrific artist as well."

"I'm only terrific when my subject inspires me."

"So it's safe to assume that I inspired you?"

"Definitely."

Until finally…

"What if I'm not the girl of your dreams after all?"

"Oh, but you're not."

A disappointed look dawned on her face so he smiled, "You're better. You're real."

They clicked.

"What if I disappoint you?"

"Life is full of disappointments, that's why you have to find the reason why those disappointments could be worth it."

"Do you think I could be worth it?"

"Do you think I could be the same?"

"We'd have to know each other first, I suppose."

"Exactly."

But they forgot one tiny detail.

"I just realized that I haven't told you my name," she said with an embarrassed smile.

"Me neither," he grinned confidently.

She looked confused as she frowned, "But I already know who you are."

"Wes Princeton is a pseudonym," he started explaining. "My family is really famous and I didn't like getting attention because I'm part of the infamous Westerguard brood."

"Alright," she allowed with a small smile, her blue eyes shone wonderfully. "Let's try this again, shall we?"

"Of course."

"Pleasure to meet you, I'm Elsa."

He took the hand that she offered and shook it warmly, almost endearingly, "Pleasure is all mine. I'm Hans."

It was scary.

What if everything turned out to be a big anti-climactic disappointment?

It was a bit anti-climactic.

Sometimes a bit disappointing.

But through and through?

It was worth it.

adrilabelle - Cheers to making Hans jealous. :)) I'll post one tomorrow, or later.

rhika - I haven't seen it yet, I'm afraid. I'm glad to have been able to make you laugh. :)) It's always a delight reading your reviews. :)

I promise, Cinderella II will be done by Thursday or Friday, our entrance exam review class are always given hundred-item homeworks so... ugh.

Thanks again to anyone and everyone who took the time to read it. Thank you, always.

Cheers!