Chocolate With Sprinkles (Modern Frozen)

Chocolate With Sprinkles

        Someone told me you find love when you least expect it. Maybe it was my mother, seems like her advice. Well, I guess I didn't quite take it seriously. Maybe that's why I thought not knowing whom I'd be meeting would count.

         I had tried another blind date, which was a fail. When I got there, he seemed so charming with his short auburn hair and leaf green, dreamy eyes, but looks can be deceiving. So, I started the conversation with questions about where he was from and what he meant to accomplish in life. He was a proud as a peacock. He went on and on about him, which was great until it turned into some kind of bragging. Needless to say, I ditched Hans...or whatever his name was. I think I'd rather not remember.

         I slammed my car door and huffed. My phone buzzed, another text from Elsa. "How's it going?" she asked. "I don't think he's the one." I replied truthfully before my stomach grumbled. In my rush to leave, I'd forgotten I was hungry. It's true what they say, when you're hungry anything looks appetizing. Though for some reason, I craved something cold and chocolatey.

         So, I pulled into an all night frozen yogurt stop. It's not ice cream, I told myself, it wasn't totally a stereotypical breakup treat. I paid for my tub of yogurt and sprinkles and sat down at one of the tall tables with the spinning chairs. They remind me of when I was little and it took me and Elsa to get me into one, but it was worth it.

         The sky was hard to see since the light produced a glare on the windows. I sighed and spooned some chocolate into my mouth, sucking on the spoon in thought. Maybe there wasn't anyone in Arendelle for me. I thought about how Elsa could surely find somebody if she wanted to put herself out there. Me, I guess I was pretty naïve thinking blind dates and websites could be good matchmakers.

         I glanced at the tables around me, each one of them empty. I guess no one else had the itch for something to cool away your insecurities. Ugh, I've got to stop thinking. All of my negativeness is impacting my taste buds. This yogurt's beginning to taste depressing.

        "I thought you fixed it!" someone boomed from behind the counter. He was average height with black hair. The guy he was yelling at was ducked down by the yogurt canisters or whatever you call the things that spits it out into your cup.

"It's not my fault the equipment's shot! Maybe you should replace it!"

"I'll replace you before I replace this machine! Move! I'll fix it myself!"

         They traded places. The black haired guy sank behind the counter and the other stood up and backed away. He was tall compared to the first man, and his hair was a sandy blond. I empathized with him. This wasn't such a great night for me either.

         I think I somehow sent a telepathic communication to him, because he looked at me. We gave each other the same look. Defeat. I put my head back down and continued eating. He walked off into the back.

         A moment later, he stormed through a door pulling a dark grey jacket around him. I knew he was flustered. Why not make someone else's night?

"Wait!" I called. He looked at me. "Before you leave, you can sit with me."

         He scanned me with confused eyes that were the color of my chocolate, then glanced at the counter. His coworker muttered something about the machine before disappearing into the back of the shop like he had. The blond reluctantly came over and took the chair across from me.

"I'm Anna," I said swallowing a scoop with a bunch of sprinkles.

"Kristoff." he responded. I guess he's not very chatty.

"I couldn't help but overhear you and uh... your coworker arguing over there. He seems pretty mean to you."

"Mean doesn't begin to cover it. He's the boss, if he could he'd run the place himself. He thinks other people are incompetent, especially when he gets mad. I fix just about everything here, but one of the dispensers busts and he's gotta have someone to blame."

"Sounds like my date. The guy looked nice, but when you ask him about himself, he doesn't stop. I mean, he went on and on about how successful he was with money and business and girls. Pssh. Every girl but me. Arrogant."

Kristoff chuckled, "Maybe they know each other."

"Yeah, I'm sure they'd be great friends up until one couldn't stand the other. Like, my yogurt machine's broken. Yeah, well guess who's got the money to fix it but won't, this guy." I froze, he probably thinks I'm crazy.

"Yeah, I'm so rich I could buy my own yogurt shop." Kristoff said in a deep voice.

         I coughed down some yogurt and a laugh. He wasn't scared off by my horrible joke. Woah, Anna. Let's not jump to conclusions.

"Maybe they wouldn't really get along." I realized.

"Probably not."

         My phone vibrated. 9:30. How did it get so late? Elsa had texted me again. "Where was I?" I slurped up the rest of my melted treat.

"I have to go. I'm sorry." I said tossing my trash in the appropriate can, "Maybe we can talk again sometime. Uh, bye!"

"Bye."

         I sped home. I was only one over the limit, but it was still a relief that the roads were mostly clear. No one pulled me over. Finally, I was parked in our drive. The den light was on, and I could see the silhouette of my older sister and our cat on the couch. I grabbed my phone and deleted my "Date Night" reminder. I thought of Kristoff.

        "Maybe tonight wasn't a waste." my spoon wrapper crinkled in my pocket. I hung it on my visor. Might be too early to tell, but perhaps, I'd found the chocolate to my sprinkles after all.

A/N: My first complete modern story! I hope you guys like it, even though I'm no expert at portraying Anna. - DipperBjorgman