This was originally submitted by @frenzy5150 in early January as a “made-up fic title” prompt, and I wound up writing a whole fic for it, since I THOUGHT I had the time/inspiration/energy to do it. (As you can tell, I underestimated that somewhat. 😅)
I decided that the Domestic Assassin AU would work best for the prompt, since the titular phrase seemed like just the sort of punny thing Elsa might say.
What’s this? An unannounced, non-DA!verse Frozen AU fic? :P I’m taking a break from “Lock and Key” for a while since, except for this weekend, I lack the time and energy to write a lengthy chapter (school stuff, and all that). And then last night, thinking about Kristanna Week, I had a sudden burst of inspiration for one of the fics on my to-write list.
I’m not 100% sure about the specifics of this modern AU: Anna and Elsa are orphans who inherit their parents’ fortune and manor house. Anna is as free-spirited as in the canon!verse, while Elsa is more reclusive, focusing on her studies or something. Kristoff is just an ordinary guy who suddenly wanders into Anna’s life on a rainy day.
The premise and title of the fic were mostly inspired by the song “Bus Stop”, by The Hollies (1966). Some inspiration for the fic may have come from last October’s KA Week prompt “Rain”, which is when I added it to my list. It doesn’t really fit with any of this year’s prompts, though “I don’t take people places” may come close.
Due to the aforementioned reasons, this is pretty short. However, if I get at least as many nice comments as I did on my last KA fic, I may be persuaded to try continuing it—time permitting, of course.
Setting: Modern AU
Characters: Anna, Kristoff
Words: 675 [Also on FFnet.]
Anna hated waiting for the bus.
Well, maybe not hate, exactly, but it wasn’t fun. Often it was because there was no one else at her stop to talk to.
That was why she liked riding the bus instead of driving—there were so many people to talk to, and even if some of them ignored her, there was always one or two who would listen politely while she rambled about whatever was on her mind.
But the main reason today that waiting for the bus was not fun was that it was raining. And Anna, in her haste to catch her usual bus, had left her umbrella at home.
So here she stood, getting more soaked by the minute in her rather useless hoodie. She wondered how long it would be until the bus arrived; because it was raining, she didn’t want to risk getting her phone wet to check the time.
Then, just as she was considering returning home to fetch her umbrella, the rain suddenly stopped. Or, at least, it stopped for about a foot around her, and continued coming down everywhere else.
Looking up, she saw an umbrella over her head. Her eyes followed the umbrella down the pole to the handle, and all the way up the muscular arm to to face of her rescuer, a blond man maybe a little older than she.
“Hi,” he said, wiping rainwater from his face. “You looked like you could use an umbrella.”
“Uh . . . hi!" Anna struggled for words; he wasn’t particularly handsome, but he was at least a head taller than her, with broad shoulders. "Yeah, I kind of left mine at home. Thank you!”
“No problem, Miss . . .?”
“Aren . . . Anna Aren.”
“Kristoff Bjorgman,” the man said, offerend his hand, which she shook politely. Then he frowned. “Wait . . . not the Arendelle Arens?”
“Uh . . . yeah?" The Arens were well-known locally as somewhat well off, if not filthy rich. Most of this publicity came from the tragic accident that claimed her parents a few years back, and she and her sister Elsa inheriting their house and fortune.
Kristoff raised an eyebrow. "Why in the world are you riding the bus?" She frowned, and he quickly added, "I mean, surely you have a car or chauffeur?”
“I ride the bus to meet people,” she said simply. “But there’s usually no one to talk to until I’m actually on the bus.”
“Well, Miss Aren, I’d be glad to keep you company. And, uh, keep you dry.”
“That’s very kind of you,” she said, smiling. “But please, call me Anna.”
“Anna,” he echoed. “So, if you don’t mind my asking, where are you headed?”
“Oh, just shopping. I was going to go look at some dresses, since I heard there was a sale, and I need one or two more because I was kind of rough on one of mine. But I don’t know if I can keep them dry all the way home . . .”
“Let me help you out,” Kristoff offered. “It’s the least I can do for a pretty girl like you." He suddenly clapped his hand to his mouth, face turning red, as if he’d just realized what he had said.
Anna felt herself blushing; she was starting to like this fellow more and more. "I’d like that . . . Kristoff.”
When the bus arrived, they boarded and sat on a seat together. And for once, Anna wasn’t disappointed about not talking to the other people on the bus.
Anna shopped around almost all day, Kristoff with his umbrella in tow, and she did find a couple of dresses that she liked. She even went so far as to ask Kristoff how he thought they looked on her, and was amused when he couldn’t come up with anything more than a breathless “great!”
When she boarded the bus once again to take her home, Kristoff was holding her hand. And Anna thought, as he held her hand all the way home, that the two of them would be seeing a lot more of each other in the future.
The heat didn’t so much slap her as reach out and grab her,
wrapping her in a stifling wet blanket of humidity. Her every breath felt as though it was being
sucked through a face-full of hot soup, and she wondered if her lungs would
just give up and leave her to suffocate.
And the only thing she’d done so far was descend the stairs
from the American C-37 aircraft to the tarmac.
She looked across the heat-rippled asphalt at the
single-story terminal, where a corrugated metal sign read “WELCOME TO KOHRO
INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT.” The walk from the plane to the shabby cinderblock building
couldn’t have been more than fifty yards, but it would feel like fifty miles in
this thick air.
The others didn’t seem to be faring any better, if the
muffled cursing around her was any indication.
just picture modern AU Elsa and Anna, in their appartment on a sunday raining afternoon
Elsa is sitting by the window, very happy nerd watching the rain drops with her cup of hot cocoa on her lap
and Anna also just poured herself a cup of hot cocoa to sit next to her but of course hot cocoa without mini marshmallows isn’t an Anna cocoa, you know. so she just walked back to the kitchen to add mini marshmallows in her cup. she drops five in her cup. sits down. smiles to Elsa but then realizes that five mini marshmallows isn’t enough. so she stands up again and to fetch new mini marshmallow, then comes back and adds five new mini marshmallows. about to enjoy the hot cocoa, but then she stares at it for a solid 3 seconds
Elsa: ‘…Anna no.’
Anna stands up, rushes to the kitchen, comes back with the mini marshmallows pack and PUT A SHITTON OF THEM IN HER CUP
she smirks in appetite as Elsa facepalms with a sigh
A little late, but here we go. I was waiting in queque to get to the doctor, and there were spare magazines. This page’s title says, Listen to the music in Forest Theatre, and this idea came to my mind, since What I Know About Love is a title of Broadway song? So Kristoff’s playing guitar for Anna, and she has kind of forest-ish dress?
It’s very quick, done with the tools that I had with me - color pens.