A/N: Okay so here's the story, I'm looking for another fic to dabble with when I get writer's block for Rudimentary Photography. RP is not done, I'm not abandoning it, etc. So I'll be uploading two other fics in addition to this one and choosing one to continue while I put the other two on hiatus. I'd like to eventually finish all of them but I don't want to be writing 4 fics at once – headache city. Please let me know what you think of this fic, whether you'd like to see it continued, or if you think it's crap, I'd like to know that too. As usual, PMs, reviews, follows, and favorites are always appreciated.

Usual disclaimer: I don't own Disney/Pixar/League of Legends

A League of Her Own

An Elsanna Fanfiction

Chapter 1: A New Game

"Is that all, miss?" a burly man inquired after setting the last of the boxes down.

Anna Summers sighed, taking in the small apartment now littered with boxes and furniture, "Yes sir. Thank you for all of your help."

"No trouble at all, miss. It's our job after all. Say, you're the cook for Team Arendelle, right? Do you think you could get me an autograph from Elsa? My kid would love it."

"I… I don't know… she's not exactly known for her openness. I don't even think she does autographs." Anna said as she tried to remember if one of her new clients had ever given out autographs before.

"Oh, well, here's my number just in case" the man said, quickly jotting down his number on a box top, "feel free to give it a ring if she does? Or, you know, if you want to catch a mov- ow! Hey, do you mind!?" The man rubbed the back of his head where his co-worker had smacked him before tugging on the man's arm and half-dragging him toward the door of the apartment.

Anna had to cover her mouth to stifle a giggle as she watched the two men head away from her, "Thank you gentleman, and have a great day!" She called down the hall.

"No problem miss, just doing our jobs… and only our jobs" the second man said as he looked pointedly at his partner.

In a hushed tone, Anna could still hear the first man's response, "What, man, she's hot, did you see her? Besides, I've always had a thing for moms"

"Dude… that's so… I don't even know, man. Let it go, she's got a kid, man!"

Anna's giggles ceased as she heard the door click behind the two men.

Hot? No one's called me that in a few years there, buddy. Anna thought, looking down at herself. The strawberry blonde, in her own opinion, thought she was anything but hot. Here she was standing in the middle of her new apartment in a pair of cut-off jeans shorts, and a tank top, she was sweaty and covered in cardboard fragments, and to top it all off, her hair was a mess. Not to mention the extra five to ten that she never quite got rid of post-delivery. Yeah, hot. Sure. Anna thought again, rolling her eyes at nothing in particular.

"Mommy?" A young voice pierced her thoughts as a young boy emerged from the second bedroom, "I'm hungry… is it time for dinner yet?"

Anna glanced at her old wristwatch to find that it was already six in the evening, "Sure thing, honey, just let mommy get her purse and clean up a bit, okay?"

The boy nodded before clopping over to the door and slipping on his shoes before securing the Velcro straps. Anna quickly returned to the hall, purse in hand, a new tank top on, and her hair brushed to, if not perfection, a satisfactory state, and looked down on her son who was smiling at her and bouncing on his toes.

"Right, mommy? Right?" the boy asked looking down at his shoes then back up expectantly at his mother.

"Very good, sweetie! They're on the right feet this time!" Anna couldn't help but share in the boy's enthusiasm as he jumped for joy before turning to the door.

"Let's go, mommy! I want pancakes!" and off he went, dashing down the hall to stand at the elevator.

Anna took her moment of solitude to let down her guard as her gaze lowered to the floor, eyes closing in contemplation, did I do the right thing? The school district's so much better, but the rent here… ugh. What if the kids look down on him because… well, because of me? What will the other parents think? What if-

"Mommy?" Anna was startled to look open her eyes to find her son standing before her, a worried expression on his face, "We don't have to go to get food if we can't afford it. It's okay."

Anna knew he hadn't meant anything other than caring for his mother, but the fact that he was thinking about her finances at four years old broke her heart, "It's okay, sweetie, mommy's just tired, let's go get your pancakes." Anna managed to smile at her son before taking is hand and walking toward the elevator with him trotting along beside her, reindeer blanket in hand.

One of the benefits of Anna's new apartment was that it was within walking distance to her favorite little hole in the wall place – Oaken's Diner. The diner had just about any variety of simple fare and since Olaf wanted pancakes, it was perfect.

Anna heard the familiar ring of the bell as she opened the door to the diner, moving to the left and finding relief in discovering that her usual booth in the corner was unoccupied. Anna and Olaf quickly shuffled over to the booth, Anna sitting quietly while Olaf took a quick running start and bounced onto the bouncy seat covering, squealing with joy, earning a few glances from nearby customers.

"Shush, honey. Remember, we're in public, so I want to see you on your best behavior, okay, sweetie?" Anna tossed an apologetic look around the diner before refocusing on her son who had quieted down upon request.

"So, what kind of pancakes are you going to get?" Anna asked, already knowing the answer.

Olaf's eyes went skyward as he thought, "I think I'll get chocolate chip, mommy, okay?"

"Of course, sweetie" Anna laughed as she received her expected answer.

"What about you, mommy? What are you going to get?" Olaf stared at his mother expectantly.

"I think I'll get a ham sandwich. I might have to sneak a chocolate chip off your pancakes though!" Anna giggled as she reached across the table to muss up Olaf's hair.

Olaf giggled and tried to bat away Anna's hands, "Stop it mommy! You'll mess it up!" Olaf continued to giggle as he smoothed his hair down.

"Hello dear. Is this your little one?" a light voice that very much did not match the massive body it came from inquired.

"Oaken, yes! This is my son, Olaf. Olaf, this is Mister Oaken. He owns this diner." Anna gestured to the immense form that towered above the two of them as Olaf's mouth dropped open as he stared up at the man. "Olaf, it's not polite to stare honey, say 'hello'!" Anna tossed Oaken an apologetic glance which was waved off with a smile.

"Yoo-hoo! Hello!" Oaken said, waving to the boy and offering a hand which Olaf took in both of his and shook it up and down excitedly.

"Hello Mister Oaken" Olaf managed, still flabbergasted at the size of the man.

"So what'll it be, dears? Usual sandwich and coffee for you, Anna?" Olaf asked, receiving a nod from the redhead, "and how about you?" Oaken gave Olaf his undivided attention.

"Chocolate chip pancakes please! With extra chocolate chips!" Olaf's eyes lit up at the thought of devouring the tasty morsels.

"Anything to drink with those?" Oaken asked, smiling down at the boy.

"Chocolate milk please!" Olaf smiled first at Oaken and then added in his best puppy-dog eyes as he turned to face Anna, "Is that okay, mommy?"

"That's a lot of chocolate honey…" Olaf's face fell slightly before Anna pursed her lips, "but okay, just this time. It'll be a special treat since we just moved here, okay?" Olaf's face lit up again as he smiled up at his mother before turning to Oaken to confirm his order of chocolate milk.

"Oh my, someone has a sweet tooth like his mother, eh?" Oaken grinned at Anna as Anna blushed, avoiding eye contact with Olaf who was now staring at her in disbelief.

"You like chocolate too, mommy? How come you never eat it?" Olaf inquired, eager to learn something new about his mother as Oaken walked toward the kitchen to prepare the order.

Anna's thoughts once again returned to her weight, "It makes mommy's tummy big, sweetie, so I don't eat it often".

Just then, Oaken returned with Anna's coffee and Olaf's chocolate milk, setting them on the table, "It makes your tummy big? Like this big?!" Olaf flung his arms out wide, knocking the glass of milk and mug of coffee off the table, breaking the mug, the audible bouncing of the plastic cup ringing through the café which had suddenly become quiet, all eyes turning toward the two.

Last but not least, "Fuck! Ow, that's hot. Jesus Christ, Oaken, do you have a towel or something? Damn it!" The liquids in question had splattered all over the pants of a young platinum blonde who threw a death glare in Anna's direction, her braid being tossed sharply over her other shoulder almost smacking her in the face from the momentum.

"Watch what you're…" The blonde trailed off, her expression softening.

"Oh my goodness I am so sor- oh no…" Anna looked up to see none other than Elsa Frost staring at her, "Elsa- I mean, Miss Frost… I am so sorry. He gets… a little animated at times. You know how kids are, right?" Anna gave a nervous laugh as she offered the blonde her napkin, only to hold it in the air as the blonde continued to stare at her.

"I'm really sorry lady. I didn't mean to spill on you. I'm really sorry!" With his final exclamation, Olaf lunged at Elsa's leg, latching on and hugging for dear life, tears beginning to well up in his eyes as he stared up at the blonde. Upon contact, Elsa was thrown out of her stupor, eyes wide, body stiff as a board, as her eyes slowly roamed down to see the offending body attached to her leg.

Meanwhile, Anna's expression took on one of complete mortification as her son attached himself to someone who could, with a snap of her fingers, get her fired. Just as she was rising to physically remove Olaf from Elsa's leg, Elsa looked down, smiled, and patted Olaf on the head.

"It's okay little guy," Elsa managed to say while a goofy half-smile took over her face, a light shade of red that had started on her upper chest now encroached her face as she knelt down to get eye-level with the young boy, "there there, don't cry. Accidents happen, right?" Olaf nodded, wiping the tears out of his eyes before returning his gaze to the blonde in front of him.

"Hey, I know what'll cheer you up! Do you live around here?" Another nod from Olaf, "Do you like video games?" Yet another nod, "How about I drop off a t-shirt for you from the Arendelle Winter Wolves? I'll see if I can get the guys to sign it?" With this, Olaf's eyes lit up as he jumped up and down.

"Mommy! Mommy! Is it okay?! Pleeeeeeease?" Olaf begged, now hanging from his mother's pant leg, gazing upward into her eyes.

"Of course, sweetie" Anna acquiesced, unable to completely push back the excitement she felt in the pit of her stomach.

"Great. Elsa smiled at the redhead before grabbing a pen and paper, "Would you mind jotting down your address?" The blonde asked as she leaned closer to the Anna, "and for what it's worth, I'm really sorry for the swearing. I hope you're not too upset with me?" Elsa raised an eyebrow at Anna offering a half-smile, seeking acceptance of her apology.

Anna returned the smile, nodding, "How can I refuse my employers' daughter?" Anna sheepishly looked down at her feet after scribbling down her new address and handing it to Elsa.

"Your wha- wait, you work for Arendelle Corp? Oh my goodness I am so sorry!" Elsa buried her face in her hands, "I know it probably seems stupid, but I'm just really hungry, and I get moody when I'm hungry, and we have this new cook- or nutritionist or whatever coming since the last one left and I don't even know if she's any good. She just got hired and it's probably because she's my teammate Rapunzel's cousin, and not because she has any cooking talent or actual nutritional knowledge so my meals might suck for the next while and…" Elsa trailed off as she realized Anna was looking at her with one eyebrow raised, smiling embarrassingly at her while pointing to herself.

"Oh no… please don't tell me…" Elsa's shoulders dropped in disbelief as Anna nodded. "You're…" Another nod before Elsa let out an exasperated sigh, burying her head in her hands once again, "I don't suppose a t-shirt would suffice as an apology for the massive foot in my mouth?"

"No t-shirt, but allowing me to actually cook for you and advise you on your meals before you fire me would be appreciated?" Anna offered, slightly annoyed and yet slightly amused by the awkward situation she found herself in.

"O-of course! I mean, I'm sure you can cook and all, I just… you know what, I'm going to just shut up. I'm so sorry again for… well, everything, and uh, I guess I'll see you… at work… tomorrow." Elsa walked away shaking her head. In the meantime, Oaken had returned with two new beverages for Anna and Olaf. As the two dug into their meals, Anna was pretty sure she was getting fired, and was a little more than slightly annoyed at Elsa Frost's dismissal of her abilities.

Who does she think she is!? She doesn't even know me! Just because she's like, one of the best League players ever and her parents own the company that not only sponsors the team but employs me… Ah hell, better polish up that resume, Anna. You're going to need it. Wait a minute, Elsa spoke to me. Like, several sentences! She doesn't speak to anyone! Maybe I'm not getting fired after all? I mean, we spoke!Anna slapped her hand to her forehead, Yeah, keep dreaming Anna, and while you're at it, keep dreaming up a way to explain to Rapunzel how you got fired before your first day of work!

"Mommy?" Olaf's voice broke Anna out of her inner dialog as her head snapped up to look at her son, "She's a nice lady. Even if she says naughty things" Olaf finished before returning to his pancakes.

"Yes, I'm sure she is, honey" Anna mused before picking up her sandwich and taking a bite. A nice, very influential lady who mommy embarrassed and you spilled hot coffee on who's going to fire your mother in the morning. Anna looked woefully at her hands before continuing to munch on her sandwich.

Thankfully for Anna, the rest of her meal went by uneventfully until they finished. Oaken wandered by as Anna requested the check to find that her meal had been paid for. When Anna asked who paid, Oaken shrugged and moved along, so a confused Anna and content Olaf walked home in relative peace.

"Mommy? I like it here." Olaf stated as he crawled into the freshly made bed Anna had set up for him. "Can we stay this time?" Olaf yawned, already slipping off to sleep as his head came to a rest on his pillow as Anna pulled his blanket up over him.

Anna stood, gazing lovingly at her son, sleeping peacefully, his reindeer blanket tucked firmly to his chest.

"I love you, Olaf. Mommy's trying, okay?" Anna sniffed at the last, tears beginning to fall down her cheeks as she gently climbed into bed next to Olaf, pulling him tight to her chest as she lay her head down to get a few hours of sleep before starting all over again; thoughts of tight finances, starting, and quite possibly ending, her job tomorrow morning, and an irritating blonde swam through her head as she drifted off to sleep.

A/N: So that's it for this fic/chapter for now. Please let me know what you think!