At the Arendelle Blend

Chapter 1: Dragon Fruit

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Anna

Anna hastily cleaned up the mess she had made with the scattered oil paints and took off her painter's apron. Although the point of the apron was to protect the person wearing it from becoming a mess, that definitely did not work for Anna. She groaned at the paint splattered across her pants, but ignored it as she looked at the time on her phone.

Oh shit. Kristoff will be here soon, that means no time to change... She grabbed her things and looked lovingly at the new painting of Joan of Arc. Anna had spent an extra large amount of time on it, about four months. She had just finished the background today.

It looks just as good as Great Aunt Gerda's. Maybe better. Anna smiled at the thought of Aunt Gerda's old house. That darn fire, why couldn't it spare old Joan?

Anna and her parents used to live at her Great Aunt Gerda's large Victorian style mansion. Inside there was a myriad of paintings that Anna used to talk to, her favorite being the large Joan of Arc. But after a series of lightening storms, falling trees, and household fires, the mansion was deemed to be unsafe. Since then, Anna and her father moved into a comfy two bedroom house while Great Aunt Gerda leisurely cruised the world.

She sighed and made her way out of the art class and out of the school building. Heat smacked her in her face the second she left the air conditioned hall. Anna could feel the sweat coming, buckets of it.

The high school campus was pleasantly quiet after school. Although Anna seemed constantly talkative, she appreciated these rare moments of solitude and when she painted there was always some sort of background noise that she could not control, but she didn't notice the noise when she painted. Everything would seem to melt away as she concentrated on her strokes. Painting was relaxing and sometimes a way to let out her emotion if Kristoff or Rapunzel wasn't there.

Anna exited out of the west gate and opened the door to Kristoff's Jeep Wrangler. "Hi Kristoff! I finished the background of my Joan of Arc painting and-," Anna looked at Sven, Kristoff's dog, "did Sven get a hair cut? He looks weird, did you cut his hair? It's so bad that I don't even remember what Sven looked like before, have I ever painted Sven? I don't think I have, I mean I'm pretty sure that Sven would like it, I mean, I'm not too shabby when it comes down to-" Anna didn't finish before Kristoff cut in.

"Anna, please, you're my best friend, but your ability to ramble is superhuman. Before we go to my place, we NEED to stop at an Arendelle Blend."

The strawberry blonde protested. "If you wanted a cup of coffee we could stop at Tiana's place. I'm a regular so I could get us a discount."

Kristoff shook his head. "We aren't going for just mere coffee, we are going to get a delicious smoothie concoction that will make your taste buds jump with joy!"

Anna rolled her eyes at the blonde. "You can't say anything Kristoff. You actually ate one of Sven's doggie treats!"

Kristoff tried to defend himself. "That's because you asked me to!"

"I was joking you idiot!" Anna snorted.

"You can't say anything either, if something so much as have a nanometer of chocolate on it, you go nuts and say it is the food of the gods!" Kristoff accused.

"That is not true!"

"Yes it is and you don't have a say in this either. Who is the driver? Me, so you have to try a smoothie."

"You know I don't like that health junk." Anna tried to pout.

"That hasn't worked since second grade Anna."

Regardless of Anna's opinion on the matter, the Jeep parked close to the small establishment.

Elsa

While Anna and Kristoff were playfully arguing, Elsa was talking with the franchise location owner on the phone.

"Are you sure you can handle it?" Weselton's voice was timid. It was only timid with Elsa.

"Yes. There isn't much business on Tuesdays anyways. After all, it's only a few hours. I assure you that I can do this." Elsa replied evenly.

"If you can't do this, don't push your self, just lock up the place. I don't want to press you or anything!" Weselton was starting to panic.

"It's alright. I like a challenge once in a while. If it makes you feel better I won't tell my father."

There was a silence on the other line, probably from Weselton mulling it over. "Fine, but if you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable or too stressed, just know that you can close up shop right away."

"Understood."

"Goodbye Ms. Kristiansen."

"Goodbye Mr. Weselton."

Elsa slowly exhaled. Weselton's panic made her anxious. She chuckled, why was she worried? It was almost ironic. Weselton is still scared that I'll rat out to my dad or some shit like that. Even if I did bother my dad about Weselton he wouldn't care. He'll claim it's all part of the learning experience, getting to know the company and all that. "It's preparation for your inheritance, papa's getting old!" Thanks a lot dad, making me work at the lowest position. Thanks for giving me an unnecessary part time job along with the shitty business major for college. It's not like I need the money, for fuck's sake, I'm the CEO's daughter!

She sighed. She was the only employee on this shift. She'd have work the register AND

make the drinks. How on earth did the other three employees ditch on the same day? An unscheduled wedding, a dead relative, and a house fire all on the same day? It was difficult to believe.

Two customers came in, a blonde man and a strawberry blonde woman. Elsa couldn't care less about the blonde but the strawberry blonde... Damn.

She was thin, but had enough meat on her bones to not be considered too skinny, and she was shorter than Elsa by a couple inches but Elsa considered this as more of a benefit. Her hair was in two pigtail braids and was an eye catching strawberry blonde. She had a streak of platinum blonde that looked exactly like Elsa's hair. She had a noticeable amount of extremely lovable freckles across her cheeks. Elsa had freckles too, but they weren't as noticeable. That was all very nice, but those assets had nothing on her eyes. Her eyes were absolutely exquisite. She had beautiful, big blue-green eyes that Elsa would never get sick of gazing at. Elsa's eyes tore away from the unsuspecting strawberry blonde's eyes and roamed all over her body, and she liked what she saw. Strawberry blonde cake had an impressive bust and mesmerizing hips.

Elsa flushed lightly at her naughty thoughts. She quickly composed herself after she silently repeated her mantra in her head. Conceal, don't feel. Don't let it show. After repeating her motto, Elsa felt at ease again and her face morphed back into her usual unreadable slate. Elsa couldn't help thinking about her though.

Anna

From all of Kristoff's yapping, Anna would expect the place to have more... people. It was completely empty when they got there. That was good, no lines!

It was clear that the place was trying to look as healthy and natural as possible. Furniture made of recycled material and Eco green was everywhere.

"Kristoff, what do you recommend?" Anna inquired.

"The mangosteen smoothie." Kristoff replied with no hesitation.

"That sounds exceedingly stupid, I'm going to choose something more... awesome." Anna's eyes searched the large assortment of shakes, smoothies, coffee, and hot chocolate.

"Why can't I choose hot cocoa Kristoff? Or at least coffee?"

"Because it's fucking 97 degrees Fahrenheit outside!"

That was true. Arendelle was always extreme, at least in the weather sense. It was either very, very cold or very, very hot. There was no in between. Anna had gotten used to the weather from living in a house with no central air, but Kristoff, the entitled brat, had A/C and central heat at his house so he was incredibly uncomfortable with the outside weather. It didn't really matter that Kristoff had lived in Arendelle all his life, even the old folks, who were lifelong residents, complained about the weather.

Anna found the awesome thing she was looking for. "Dragon Fruit smoothie! Hell yeah!"

Kristoff rolled his eyes. "You are such a dork Anna."

"Says the man with a t-shirt of his dog on it." Anna retorted.

"It's an act of appreciation!" Kristoff desperately said to save face.

"Then why don't you get a t-shirt with me on it?"

"'cause you don't do anything worthy of appreciation."

Anna pretended to look offended and Kristoff did his exaggerated 'I speak the truth' face.

Anna suddenly realized that she hadn't ordered yet. Anna suddenly realized that there was only one employee in the shop. Anna suddenly realized that that one employee was absolutely beautiful. A genuine Scandinavian beauty. Anna suddenly realized that she was staring intently at the employee.

Anna blushed furiously and her cheeks turned a deep shade of red. Luckily, the gorgeous cashier didn't seem to notice or care. Anna tucked a rebellious strand of hair behind her ear nervously.

Anna swallowed, "Um, I would like to have the dragon fruit smoothie, er, large." Anna fumbled for her wallet and searched for the appropriate amount of cash.

"Is that all?" The goddess of beauty's voice was polite, and in Anna's world, very sexy.

"Y-yes." Anna stuttered. Those eyes. They were a depthless simple blue and they drew her own eyes to them like a magnet.

"That will be $7.21." Anna handed her the money and was disappointed when their hands didn't touch in both exchanges.

Anna was shaky and nervous and elated and gassy. But when did feelings get in the way of Anna's curiosity?

"Kristoff, are you going to get anything?" Anna asked.

"Nah, I'm fine." Kristoff replied but he was smiling strangely at her.

Anna's eyebrows knit in confusion at Kristoff's weird smirk. She didn't dwell on it and watched the Arendelle Blend employee. Her most striking feature was her platinum blonde hair in a single braid. Anna always thought she was one to go for brunettes but today she realized she was a platinum blonde sort of girl. It looked thick and soft and Anna wanted to touch and play with that platinum blonde mane so much. Her eyes were a perfect shade of blue that complemented her skin and hair. Her facial structure was perfect and screamed #modelstatus. Her lips looked so soft and very kissable. Stop that Anna! She's probably straight. Even if she was lesbian why would she like you? Just look at that perfection that even Michelangelo would not be able to chisel in a million years. The beauty was a bit taller than Anna but Anna thought that was a benefit. Anna licked her lips when she saw the blonde's breasts that were unfortunately trapped in the green polo. It didn't do Anna any good to look at the platinum blonde's long legs that were also unluckily imprisoned in black skinny jeans. This girl is a goddess. She has to be Aphrodite or some shit like that. She CAN'T be mortal.

"Your smoothie is done."

Anna hesitantly took the white drink with a multitude of minuscule black seeds and flicked her eyes up to look at the name tag. Elsa. Fuck that's beautiful. Anna's eyes went up and met those dazzling blue eyes.

"Fuck, you are such a motherfucking goddess of beauty." Anna's eyes widened. "No, I didn't mean that, I mean I did mean that..." Anna cringed. "You are beautiful." Anna said simply. Anna's cheeks felt like they were on fire. On the Sun.

The platinum blonde, Elsa, smiled politely at Anna. Anna could still see the light pink tinge no matter how hard Elsa tried to appear unfazed.

Anna took a sip on the smoothie in an effort to cool herself down. She wasn't sure if she was trying to cool her cheeks down or the overall hot temperature Arendelle was in. Kristoff was right, her tastebuds were jumping with joy. The smoothie was sweet and healthy. How could something so healthy taste so good? The only answer was Elsa.

Kristoff shot Elsa an apologetic look and softly pushed Anna out the door. Anna was drinking the thing at breakneck speed she was already half way done and she had only been in possession of it for a minute. Once both of them were in the car, Kristoff turned to Anna and smirked.

"You really want to get into that Elsa chick's panties."

Anna sputtered, "W-what?"

"Don't try to hide it. 'Fuck, you are such a motherfucking goddess of beauty.' I heard it. She heard it. We all heard it."

Anna blushed again.

"Okay, she's hot."

"She is BEYOND hot in Anna world. She is a motherfucking goddess of beauty. I'm not letting this go anytime soon."

"Just, just let it go Kristoff!" Anna was blushing so hard now that Kristoff was certain she had broken some sort of world record.

"I'm telling Rapunzel and Eugene tomorrow. And the others."