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Elsa shivered. The cold didn't bother her, but the uneasiness did. It was to be her first day back at college tomorrow, since her mother and her moved from cold Colorado to rainy Seattle. She wasn't used to the rain, but Elsa found it soothing. Quite comforting actually. Everyone knows that Seattle is known for coffee, so she took full advantage of that… all the time; grande white chocolate mocha with caramel syrup.

It had been already a month since they arrived, and Elsa still didn't know anyone… besides old Mr. Weasel. He didn't really count though. His elaborate toupee and, well, weaselish mustache. Elsa knew that she'd have to meet someone eventually. But it had always been difficult for her. Her heart was made of ice, evident from a past relationship.

The last year was really hard on her and her mother. Elsa had been dating Meg for two years, when Elsa found out that Meg cheated on her with her "best friend" Hans. She never spoke to either again. Then, Elsa's father had pasted away in a car wreck 9 months ago. That's when Elsa really started to turn in on herself. She became more and more reclusive and silent. Before her father pasted away, Elsa was a brunette bombshell with ocean blue eyes. But, the pain from losing her father was too much to handle. Her hair started to fade to silver and her eyes now are an ice blue… like her heart.

But, she was hoping for a brand new start. Meet fresh faces and learn to laugh and smile again. Elsa protected herself from any pain that may occur. She hadn't even said, "I love you" to anyone. Not even her mother. She hadn't spoken those words to anyone, and she sure as hell didn't love herself. The pain was just too much to bear sometimes, and she'd take her cigarette butt and put it out on her own skin. Hearing the sizzle and smell of burnt flesh gave her such a high.

Elsa walked into the local coffee shop, not expecting more than a coffee and small talk. Shyly she walked up to the counter where, low and behold her stood a petite red head. Busy with costumers at the drive thru, the young girl didn't see Elsa. But, Elsa definitely saw her. The way her tiny, delicate hands punched the orders in the computer, how her hair was pulled in a loose ponytail that cascaded down her back, and the way her ocean blue eyes darter back and forth happily.

Elsa was too taken by this beauty, that she didn't hear her say, "Her there gorgeous, what can I do for you?"

"Huh," Elsa said, snapping out of her trance. "Oh, hi. Uh—I… can I just get a white chocolate mocha… with caramel syrup?"

"Sure thing! Anything else I can get for ya?"

"No, I think that's it," the blonde smirked.

"That'll be $3.58 please," the red headed said cheerfully.

"Th—thanks," she replied coyly, placing a $5 bill on the counter. As she began to pull away, the girl's hand grazed her own. Elsa's breath caught and she looked into the girl's blue eyes. "Sorry," Elsa said turning her gaze.

"Are you sure there isn't anything I can get for you?"

"… I don't think so." The girl smiled back at Elsa and stuck out her hand. "I'm Anna, by the way." Elsa hesitated for but a moment, contemplating taking the girl's hand, remembering how taken aback she was when their hands touched the first time. Slowly she reached out. "Hi, I'm Elsa."

"Nice to meet you Elsa!" Anna paused. "Look, can I ask something crazy?"

"S—sure," Elsa stuttered.

"I'm off in about 10 minutes, do you want to sit and talk for awhile? I know it's kind of sudden, but you seem nice, and I haven't seen you in here before." Yet again, Elsa paused. "I would love that."

"Great! I'll meet you by the fireplace Elsa."

"Sounds good," Elsa half smiled.

"See you soon," Anna winked. Turning around, Elsa took a deep breath. What the hell have I gotten myself into?