Open the door, Elsa!

Anna stood in line at her favorite coffee shop, bouncing up and down a bit in anticipation.  She had her thin arms wrapped around her sweater-clad torso as she did so.  She got a few looks here and there, but Anna was never one to care much about what people thought of her antics.  Maybe that's why she made such a good kindergarten teacher.  She connected with her students because the things she did were just as bizarre as what they did.  And, she always had a little chocolate in her desk for those students who behaved the best.

Eventually, Anna's waiting was over.  It was time to order her traditional morning cup of coffee.  Brushing a lock of ginger hair from her face, she looked straight into the face of the barista at his cash register.  He seemed very stoic to her, as if he thought himself better than everyone else in the room.  His name tag read Hans and he had a familiar face that left Anna struggling to think of who he reminded her of, that same feeling you get when you see the children of celebrities without knowing who they are.