The Right Guy | Jelsa/Helsa

Chapter Three

"Do you need another ice pack or are you okay?" Hans asked Elsa as he pulled his coat on.

"I think I'm alright, thanks." She smiled, turning her phone in her hands to keep them busy.

"Okay- let's go then." He strode over to the door and held it open for her. Elsa walked past him with another gracious smile. "Whereabouts do you live?" 

"North Mount Avenue."

"Oh hey- that's not far from where I live." Hans locked the coffee house door behind him.
"Really? Where do you go to school?"

"Winterson Arts." Elsa stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth hanging open.

"That's where I go! How come I've never seen you around?"

"I don't know, how come I've never seen you around?" They both frowned at each other for a while. "Are you a junior?" He added.

"Yeah? Aren't you?"

"Yeah." Hans shrugged. "I mean, I just moved here last year but you would have thought-"

"That we would have crossed paths, somehow." Elsa finished his sentence with a nod.

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"Do you play?" Elsa looked away from her frosted window with a quizzical expression. Her and Hans had both been quiet for a while as they were driving down the dead streets.

"Play what?" She frowned still.

"An instrument. Winterson Arts only accepts talented students; do you play?" He stole a quick side-wards glance.

"Just my voice."

"Sing me a song. C'mon let's hear it!" Hans' face had lit up with amusement.

"What? No! I don't sing for people I just met." She shrugged and looked back out her window.

"I won't judge come on," Hans turned up the stereo extremely loud and batted his hand rhythmically against his steering wheel. "C'mon don't you know this one?"

Elsa looked at him jokingly bobbing his head to the music and burst into laughter. "You look ridiculous."

"I look cool." He glanced at her for a second and then burst into song, making her laugh even harder. When she'd stopped laughing she realised his voice was actually kind of beautiful. After holding back for another short second, Elsa joined in, harmonising perfectly with him. Hans grinned at her, as if to say 'see, I knew you wanted to sing'.

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"This is it." Elsa pointed out the window to her house and Hans slowed down the car. Once it stopped she threw open the door and swung her legs out, feeling the cold as she did so.

"You alright?" Hans double checked.

"Yeah. Thanks, for everything Hans." She looked back into his car at him, her hand lingering on the door. "I guess I'll see you around?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I would, uh, give you my number but..." He looked down at the damaged phone in Elsa's hands. "Well, you know."

"Hold on a second," Elsa rummaged around in her jean pocket and took out a pen. She leaned over and grabbed his hand, pulling it towards her. Carefully she wrote out Jack's phone number. 

"That is my best friend's phone number. He'll pass on whatever you want until I get a new cell."

"Thanks, I'll text you later. Sort of. Well-"