A new fic, a not weird incest Elsa/Anna shipping fic with angst and drama and all kinds of quirky things that I Supermint like to use in modern set AUs. My authors note at the bottom is a little long but explains why I have this story. Read on brave soul! Read on!

Anna first learned about North Books, the shop that would end up changing her life forever, from a text. Her cousin Rapunzel, a year older than her and attending the same university, had plenty of tips for her "little cousin". However she was studying fine art while Anna was studying fashion and textiles a year behind, she couldn't pass on her old textbooks or equipment.

"Great news!" The text read, "I found the best shop to get all the books you need at the best price!" Anna grinned, her lecturer and course chief were firm believers in printed, published sources over internet pictures and it was hard for Anna to track down books with what she needed at prices a student could afford.

When she had asked the large man had simply replied. "If they really inspire you, you should have the commitment to find their works in a physical format." She couldn't argue with that, but her obtuse tastes made it a real hunt.

"Yah?" She had replied. "Do tell." A name, a postcode and a metro station were the only reply and when she had some time, Anna set off for North Books.

A few minutes on the train dropped her into the bohemian district of the city, converted Victorian warehouses and industrial buildings made up the architecture of the area recolonized by non-conformist types to become artisan cafes and independent retailers. North Books was on a corner at a crossroads, a two sided storefront with a door at the corner and three stories that proudly held a tower on the two front edges.

The real bell that jingled out had Anna's hopes high. The tall stacks and loaded shelves, signs that were hand painted text and pictograms upon all kinds of strange objects and the smell of coffee, dust and musty lofts within confirmed it. This was a good bookshop. A woman sat at the desk looked up and smiled. "Hi, welcome to North Books. Can I help with anything?" She had dark hair and a slightly gothic or grunge style and had been reading a book on her lap behind the desk.

"Letmelivehereforever!" Anna said in a rush, taking a spin to look around the establishment. The woman grinned.

"Sorry love, I already have a full house and my girlfriend might not take well to me letting cute redheads live with me." She put a bookmark in the tome on her lap and placed it on the desk. "Anything else?"

Anna blushed at the 'cute' comment; flattery still made her shy. She took out the list of books and proffered it to the woman to avoid her usual embarrassing word soup that rushed out when she was flustered.

"Ah, discerning choices. Let's get looking." At that, she turned and shouted out a name "Arthur!" a bearded young man appeared, he wore muted earth tones with Celtic designs on.

"Yes Fen?"

"Man the desk, me and miss?"

"Anna."

"Anna, are going to do some hunting."

"Right oh boss." They swapped places and the woman who led Anna deeper into the shop.

"Oh, I'm Fenchurch by the way." The woman gave a glassy grin of someone expecting mockery.

"Your parents must have been massive Hitchhiker's Guide fans." Anna replied.

"Ooo, cute and well read. Tara is going to be limiting our contact." Fenchurch's smile turned genuine.

It was the start of the first of many friendships in the bookshop.

North Books became a weekly destination for Anna, whether it was to browse, buy, borrow or just hang out and chat with the staff and Fenchurch. She eventually met almost everyone, from Arthur, the assistant manager to all the staff who were employed to help find books in the sprawling shop. As the weeks turned to months and suddenly it was December, North Books became a second home to Anna.

One rainy Thursday, her lectures cancelled because of a senior fashion event, with all her other friends in classes or work and a low mood that needed pity, Anna made the trip to her sanctuary.

"Oh dear, Annabanana is gloomy." Fenchurch, as ever, was at her desk with a book and a coffee. She had looked up as the bell rang to see the now familiar woollen hat and big green duffle coat with the ginger plaits sticking out between.

"Love is a lie. All life is pain." The redhead grumbled and dropped herself into the seat in front of the desk, removing the outdoor wear in the warm shop.

"That bad hon?" The book was marked and placed amongst the papers once more. "Tell Aunty Fen all about it." She perched her chin on folded hands and peered at the moping girl.

"You're only nine years older than me; all my aunties are middle aged." Anna snarked.

"I am sensing relationship troubles." Fenchurch blithely pressed forward.

"Hannah was cheating on me. With just about everyone on campus." Was Anna's flat toned reply.

"Ouch." The bookstore owner pressed a bell that set a muffled ringing deep in the shop. A few moments later a blonde head Anna recognised as Eilonwy, one of the staff, appeared. "Can you get me two spoons and a pint of Chocolate Murder Weapon from the freezer?" Anna perked up with Fenchurch's words and a smile ghosted on her face when the other girl hurried away. It grew real when she returned with a brown carton printed 'Exhibit A' and two spoons.

"That looks promising." Anna said when the lid was peeled back to reveal dark chocolate ice-cream rippled with sauce and studded with fragments of chocolate.

"One of the indie places around here makes the stuff; so much chocolate it should be classed as either a crime or put on the dangerous weapons list." Fenchurch handed over a spoon and let Anna have first dig. "Just the thing for harsh breakups."

"Mmm." Anna already had a heap in her mouth and let the chocolaty goodness heal her soul.

"So honey, tell me everything. I'm guessing that's why you came here. Punzie and Kris have classes and work today right?" Anna had dragged her friends to meet Fenchurch after they asked why she was spending so much time at the bookshop. The pair had struck up a friendship of their own with the owner; it pleased the girl that her old friends and her new friends all got on well.

"Yeah, it all went down late last night. Plus those two are weird about non-het relationship stuff beyond me having a Girlfriend sort of thing." Anna grabbed another spoon of ice-cream "You're like my lesbian mentor/guru woman."

"I'm flattered. Now, spill or Mr Ice-cream goes home to the freezer." Fenchurch quirked an eyebrow when Anna hugged the tub.

"Alright." As the volume of ice-cream got lower and Anna messier the whole sorry tale was told. Hannah had essentially bedded anyone and everyone willing wherever she met them, from campus and dorms to bars and gigs. She had kept Anna on as an easy score whenever someone said no. Anna had decided to surprise her girlfriend, visiting her apartment off schedule only to find a threesome in progress only the afternoon before.

"Ouch. So you ditched her cheating arse and spent the night stewing, right?" Fenchurch dropped the empty carton into the waste-bin and looked ruefully at her unblemished spoon, 'it's been a sacrifice to a higher cause' she reassured herself.

"Uh huh." Anna wasn't quite blubbering but she was certainly upset. Hannah had been her first serious relationship.

"There are as many types of relationship as there are people sweetie, just you remember that. Not everyone is the same." Fenchurch gave the small hand now resting on her desk a squeeze. "I had four, you know? The "It's Uni, I'm experimenting, oh you thought it was love?" girlfriend. That one was heartache in a bottle-blonde." She grinned when Anna snorted. "The second was a real cougar, man… I learnt a lot but it burnt out and she moved on to the next eager young face." She pocked her tongue out in distaste. "Number three was a learner and I caught her with the real girlfriend she wanted. Galling enough, but the kid was the spitting image of me minus a few years."

"Aww Fen."

"Nope Banana, this is your pity party not mine. Besides, I met Tara next." She smoothed a heart shaped locket, one of many pendants she wore, out of habit and smiled softly.

"How did you meet her? You never have said." Anna knew that Tara was a lecturer at her university, in Architecture and Luminance Design. She had met the graceful, tall, blonde ('snap out of it Anna, she is your friend's much older than you partner no matter how attractive she is!') woman on more than one occasion and got on well enough with her, but the thirteen year age gap was still a little wide and it was a bit weird to be friends with the staff at uni.

"Here at this desk. She was looking for a book that we were expecting in soon." Fenchurch grinned. "Most legit way to get someone's number on the first meeting." She winked.

"Clever."

"I got her name and number and gave her my name. She knew right away where I was named from, which is always a plus." Still smiling at the recollection Fenchurch sighed. "She came back for the book of course and then recognised my Ankhorak …"

"I have got to get one of those." Anna interjected, "oops, sorry." Fenchurch gave her a flat look

"We got to talking about the books but she had to get to a class and asked me out to dinner to carry on talking." Anna cooed at that, "The rest, as they say, is history."

"So cute. I wish I could have all that…" Anna gave a little pout.

"Cutie, you're twenty. You have plenty of time to make a perfect match. It took me until I was twenty five and Tara was nearly thirty." Fenchurch grabbed the redhead's chin. "You are cute, clumsy and utterly endearing. It makes you adorable. Someone is going to snap you up quick."

"Mum says that all the time." Anna mumbled, the cheer gone from her voice.

"Oh lawks, I am a mother at last. I shall have to call my dear mumsie to tell her she is finally a grandmother." She prodded Anna who started to smile again. "You already make me feel old; you're like the Duracell bunny, all that energy… I do not need to be likened to mothers."

"Thanks for cheering me up Fen." Anna gave the older woman a hug. Her phone buzzed and made a cheerful fairy-like twinkle. "Text message…" She took a look. "Punzie is out of class now, looks like she heard on the grapevine. I have to meet her for lunch."

"I'm surprised you have room." Fenchurch gave the slim girl a poke. "Ok honey, have a good time with your other gal-pal." She waved her off and watched the now much more chipper student skip out of the shop and down the street in the direction of the station. Looking again at the ice-cream carton in the bin she gave a shout. "Ellie! I need a serving tub of Murder, Anna can inhale chocolate!" An indulgent laugh escaped the stacks and business went on as usual.

Anna had her pity party from her cousin and their housemates. Meg, a few years her senior made threatening suggestions about revenge on Hannah and smothered Anna in hugs. Rapunzel kept the comforting words coming all evening. Eugene made a few suggestions on how best to ignore her ex and move on properly and healthily. By the time she retired to bed Anna felt a little better and certainly very loved.

There was a much needed wake-up call for Anna the next morning for catching her early lecture. Her classmates, those who had not been enjoying her ex-girlfriend, shared sympathy. The lecture passed as usual and they moved on to the next, a workshop lesson full of fun for Anna as she block printed patterns to fabric like a four-year-old with a carved potato. Some of the class didn't like the hands on parts but at the end, with dye stained fingers and nails Anna was completely cheered up.

Friday afternoons were always free, ostensibly for study but as a first year the written portions of her course-load were small, and she studied better at the bookshop. Seeing as Kristoff was going to be busy at home, helping his parents with their newest foster child and Rapunzel had a date with Eugene, Meg would be at work and now Hannah was history Anna didn't have anyone else to hang around with. She hopped onto a train in the direction of the Boho district and North Books. Fenchurch never said it, but she did worry about her and she probably owed her friend a carton of ice-cream.

A pint of fancy brand chocolate ice-cream in hand Anna entered North Books with her usual enthusiasm. "Hey Fen! I got you sorry-I-ate-all-the-ice-cream ice-cream!"

"Sorry, Fenchurch is sick today." A voice like a cool breeze said from the desk, another woman occupying the proprietor's throne. "I can pass on a message if you like?"

"Oh no! What's wrong…" Anna trailed off when she actually looked at the new person; a beautiful stranger, tall and fair. "Wow…"

*Fenchurch Trillian North really loved her parents, honestly.

** An Ankhorak is something a bit special and if you know it then I will love you forever and maybe add you in at some point later in the story because shops need customers!

*** The city is an amalgamation of all the cities I have visited, wish to visit, read about and just plain dreamt up. I may live in what is sometimes called the suburbs but I am a metropolitan kind of girl.

**** I am basing the university education structure on the British model I experienced. Mainly, you study modules of subjects that all add up to reward you at the end with a qualification of some sort, from HNC (Higher National Certificate) to a BA or BSc and beyond. There isn't a requirement to take subjects unrelated to the course or any sort of Majoring system. I'm not saying it is better or worse, I am just writing what I know.

Never fear, I have not abandoned the other fics I am writing they will update as and when the drabbles and one-shots are created. I simply decided to post this story in the interim.

Now, yes it is an Elsa/Anna but they are in no way related in this modern AU so my mind will not derp about it. (I'm kinky but not like that, dude.) I sort of made a little bet with myself after the Globes, mainly "If 'Let it Go' gets the Oscar I will post this story." After all it was against a song from a film about Nelson Mandela who died recently and won the Golden Globe in the category...

So anyway, this story got written because when I get an idea I have to write it out or all the other ideas get blocked in or interrupted by it. I have reams of paper and hundreds of documents on my hard-drive that are testament to this. Sometimes ideas get re-purposed and merged together into one whole (and hopefully coherent) story so writing them makes sense. On other occasions, such as this, an idea spins from another and takes charge.

I was trying to create a modern AU fic about Anna and Elsa reconnecting as sisters in the heady summer any former British schoolchild will experience from mid-June to late-September at eighteen when our A-level exams are over and university is months (and some results) away. A story that would take Anna from her suburban home to the big city itself and her sister who was separated from her for thirteen years. This story will happen at some point, if that has tempted your appetite and has you begging for more. It is just this one pushed its way to the fore.

I rated this mature from the get-go due to themes that will be coming later. Also some discoveries during my holiday in Chicago that sort of told me that some things I think of as not-a-problem and normal are actually super risky in the states.

Anyway, enough rambling from me. Hope you liked this first chapter, review and such, feel free to message me.

Cheers m'dears!