A/N: Hey guys! This little update starts off from when Anna get's Elsa's number and is from the perspective from our favorite redheaded barista.
Anna took the paper in her hands, folding it into two. She prayed the woman before her would fail to notice her own trembling fingers.
For months she'd been dreaming about how she would finally gather enough courage to talk to the blonde. Almost every week on Tuesdays and Thursdays, Elsa would plop herself onto the chair directly across from the cash register and sit for hours on end doing homework. Often times, her hair was back in a messy braid, loose hairs flying everywhere as her eyes trailed fervently across lines of text from her books. Whenever a difficult problem needed to be worked through, her pink tongue would poke out from between tightened lips in concentration as her fingers flew across the surface of her blue calculator.
The barista had been lying earlier when she said that she did not know Elsa prior to their first verbal introduction. She knew Elsa's name long before the blonde muttered it to her from across the paper ridden table. For almost a year the name had been buzzing in the back of her brain, constantly reminding her of those Tuesdays and Thursdays that the woman would grace the café with her very presence. She first learned the name when she was dating Elsa's brother, Kristoff.
She could recall the very first time she laid eyes on the woman. It was right after a particularly exciting hockey game that Kristoff took her back to his apartment to, as he put it ever so mockingly, "chill". When the door to the apartment swung open, Anna was greeted with a freezing cold room and the sight of a platinum blonde woman curled tightly into a ball on what she assumed was Kristoff's recliner.
"Oops." The hockey player chuckled as one hand tousled his own hair. "I kinda forgot to tell you that my sister lives here with me. That's Elsa."
Anna's eyes grew wide as she examined the sleeping figure, all words spoken by Kristoff fading except for one. Elsa.
The woman's head was propped up by blue pillow that was clung tightly to a rising and falling chest. Her hair was tied back into a loose braid that allowed some hairs to stick out in every which way. A pair of glasses sat atop her head, plastic arms tucked behind her ears so they stayed in place. Her face was utterly relaxed, mouth slightly parted as she inhaled and exhaled deeply. Her lips were a vibrant pink and contrasted with the paleness of her skin. She was clad only in a pair of running shorts and a tank top that exposed the vast expanse of perfect skin surrounding her chest. Her legs were long and slender, curled in tightly in an attempt to retain any of her own body heat. Anna could recall how flustered she'd become, staring intently at the sleeping figure as her face flushed as red as a tomato.
Kristoff was silent as he led Anna into the apartment, completely oblivious to the redhead's staring. "Sorry if it's kinda cold, she likes it like that."
And thus, sexually confused Anna was born.
Ever since then, Anna had her heart set on somehow finding a way to speak to this Elsa, and now she had finally done it. She sat before the Elsa with treasured numbers folded in half and tucked safely in the security of her back pocket.
And then he was there.
Why was he there? Why why why?
The moment he entered, Anna's eyes were glued to him. Her heart grew heavy and Anna could swear she could hear it beating in her own ears. She felt her own jaw set as teeth ground against each other. She could see the ever present smirk on his face, and with that look, Anna could tell he was not very happy. She could see the glint of anger glistening in his eye and her memories were torn to the last night.
Yelling. Screaming. Throwing. Crying. Slamming. Breaking.
Fighting.
Fighting.
And then she was scared. Terrified.
He was at her side. He was touching her and there was nothing she could do about it.
He was talking to Elsa. He must have said something about Kristoff because she could tell Elsa was mad. She could only watch as the woman angrily stuffed her belongings away. She wanted to push him away. Push him away and apologize a million times, but it was too late for that and she was not nearly brave enough for such a feat.
She was being pushed towards the door. His rough hands were around her waist, guiding her as if she was a blind child.
Anna tried desperately to catch Elsa's eye, and when she did, she tried to transfer as many apologies as she could via eye contact.
Elsa no no no. I'm so sorry. Please.
Then the door shut and the blonde was out of sight.
A/N: Like I said, it's a pretty short update. I plan on getting a longer chapter out tomorrow so just sit tight. Thanks to all the favorites and follows guys! Don't forget to leave a comment. Y'all are awesome!