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Anna's POV

Anna's heart was breaking, as she watched Kristoff talk to Helena and Mrs. Westerguard. She knew that something was off about Kristoff, as she watched the conversation unfold right in front of her. Maybe he's just trying to be nice. she thought, with her hands balling up into fists. She figured that Kristoff was probably being set up for some kind of date with Helena. Well, maybe Kristoff doesn't like her. Anna had thought, while Helena was being rather flirtatious towards Kristoff.

Her heart stopped at the thought of Kristoff going on a date with Helena. She knew that Mrs. Westerguard was trying to find her daughter a husband, yet she didn't expect Kristoff to be the first one. Well, I guess Helena may get what she wants. Anna thought as she watched Mrs. Westerguard and Helena walk on away from Kristoff. She figured that Helena would date anyone in town and that every other girl would have to deal with it. Maybe I should just move on. she thought while she was adjusting the pleats on her skirt. Move on to someone else.

But her heart was telling something else. Something about Kristoff not going on with Helena. That maybe Anna would have a chance with him. A chance where she would be able to get to know him and his mother. A chance where she could be loved by someone outside of her family. Maybe things will change. Anna had thought as she was walking on up towards the restaurant.

Maybe he'll see me as a woman!

Her heart was pounding at the thought of becoming one, as she drew near Helena's restaurant. Maybe I'll wear my hair up more. she thought with such happiness. Just like Elsa. Her sister did claim that wearing her hair up was a symbol of womanhood, yet she didn't expect it to be so hard to keep up. Well, at least it helps keep the hair out of my way. Anna had thought just as she heard some sort of commotion going on inside.

"Now I wonder what's going on." Anna wonders aloud while she was making her way inside. She knew that something wasn't going well, no thanks to Mrs. Westerguard pleading with Elsa.

"Please Elsa!" Anna could hear the old woman cry.

"Mrs. Westerguard," her sister began with such seriousness in her voice, "I've told you that I won't do it."

"I'll tell you what," Mrs. Westerguard continues with such urgency, "I'll double your pay."

"But you know my rules," Elsa counters back, making Anna sigh, "I don't work on Sundays."

"Sundays are the Lord's day," Anna repeats to herself, hoping that the two ladies wouldn't hear her.

"Well, I'm sure that we could make an exception with that rule." Mrs. Westerguard lets out with a dramatic sigh.

"Well do you think that the Lord would accept that, Mrs. Westerguard?" Elsa questions the older woman, making Anna smirk a bit.

"Elsa," Mrs. Westerguard huffs with her hands at her hips, "all I'm asking is for you to help with making Cinnamon Chicken for Helena and her date."

"And my answer is no." Elsa lets out with a nod. "Besides, the cinnamon chicken should be easy to make."

"But I don't know how!" Mrs. Westerguard cries out with her hands waving up in the air.

"I could do it." Anna perks up while she was standing in the middle of the kitchen doorway. "I know how to."

"Anna," Elsa lets out with a sigh, while she was wiping her hands away on her apron, "you know that we don't work on the Lord's day."

"Elsa," Anna counters back, "it'll only be like helping out a friend."

"Oh did you hear that Elsa?" Mrs. Westerguard smiles as she made way to Anna. "Anna would do it to help out her dear friend Helena."

"Oh really?" Elsa quirks an eyebrow at her younger sister.

"Yep." Anna nods quickly with her heart beating faster.

"Alright then," Elsa rolls her eyes playfully, causing Mrs. Westerguard to smile, "I don't see why not."

"Oh, wonderful." Mrs. Westerguard smiles with such excitement in her voice, "thank you so much!"

"Now you better be here on time, come Sunday." Mrs. Westerguard shouts, making Anna roll her eyes.

"Oh, she will be," Elsa answers back in favor of Anna.

"So," Anna began just as Elsa went back to washing the dishes, "was that about..."

"Anna," Elsa had interrupted her younger sister, "I think you know the answer to that question."

"Oh," Anna whispers, "I thought that it was a good idea to help out."

"Oh, I'm sure, Anna." Elsa lets out with a sigh. "And I'm sure that both Helena and Kristoff would definitely appreciate that you were making dinner for their date on Sunday."

"Right." Anna sighs, making Elsa stop with what she was doing.

"You doing alright?" Elsa asks with a raised eyebrow at Anna.

"Yes, Elsa," Anna answers, not knowing what else to say to her sister.

"Good." Elsa smiles at her dear sister, as she went back to the dishes. "Now I should be home soon. There are some vegetables and bread in the pantry at home."

"Alright," Anna states just before she had left the kitchen. "See you tonight."

A simple smile from Elsa was the answer that Anna had needed.

Now I have to make cinnamon chicken. Anna thought, with shivers down her spine. She knew that she would have to do something for Helena, yet she didn't expect it to be so soon. Originally, she had thought that she would be teaching Helena how to cook. Instead, she'll be making the Cinnamon Chicken for the date on Sunday. Maybe Kristoff will only go on one date with Helena. Anna had thought as she made her way out of the restaurant.

She smiled at the thought of Kristoff again, with her own heart beating away. She knew that Kristoff could've been forced into the date with Helena, no thanks to Mrs. Westerguard's persuasion. She figured that Kristoff would go on the date, because of him not getting a decent meal at home. Maybe Mrs. Bjorgman is too busy with grading papers. Anna had thought while she was walking throughout the small town. I mean she does give us a lot of work to do. She laughed at the thought of Mrs. Bjorgman giving the class a lot of schoolwork. She knew that Mrs. Bjorgman was doing her best at being the schoolteacher. She liked how Mrs. Bjorgman was very nice to the students, yet very strict. Maybe Kristoff will see me as a good schoolteacher, just like his mother. she thought as she drew near the railroad cabin.

"Home sweet home," Anna whispers as she stood at the entrance to her home.

She quickly scraped off the soil from her boots, before she had entered the cabin. Anna knew that Elsa would prefer to keep the cabin neat and clean; therefore, she had decided to remove her boots at the door. Well, I should be getting on with my schoolwork then. she thought with each step drawing closer to the small table. Her mind was telling her to get her schoolwork done, while her heart was going back on over to Helena and Kristoff. Her heart grew heavy over at the idea of seeing Kristoff with someone else, as she sat down at the table. She knew that Kristoff wouldn't like going on the date; therefore, she had to come up with a plan.

But the Lord may not like this plan. she thought while she was quickly going through her work. She knew that the possible plan could go very wrong very fast, yet her heart was convincing her to do it. Neither would Kristoff. Anna continued to dive into her schoolwork, in hopes of the possible plan leaving her heart. However, she didn't expect the possible plan to creep up to her so fast.

"Aha!"

Anna dropped her pencil and paper, knowing that the plan was never going to go away. She knew that the plan would be horrible and embarrassing, yet she has to do it. Maybe Kristoff would forget about her. Anna had thought as she slowly got up from the table. All because of her bad cooking. She knew that ruining Helena's date with Kristoff would be horrible, but she didn't really seem to care. All Anna cared about was Kristoff. She smiled at the idea of Kristoff being with Helena, while she was making her rounds in the small kitchen. "Now where does Elsa keep all of the spices in here." Anna had wondered aloud as she was starting to go through some of the cabinets near the stove. Maybe Elsa won't notice. she thought while she was going through the cupboard above the stove.

"Now where is that thing?" Anna lets out with a hoarse whisper. "Where is it?"

She knew that Elsa would rarely have some different types of spices in the cupboard, yet she had to find them. Each spice was in its own little container with a cursive label. "Well, at least the cupboard looks well organized," Anna whispers as she was looking at each individual container.

She figured that her sister would prefer to keep the cupboard organized, no thanks to how each spice was neatly placed in the cupboard. Maybe she won't notice that I took one of them. Anna had thought as she took one of the spices from the cupboard.

Or maybe she will. Who knows?

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Sunday Night

"Anna!" Elsa calls out from the small dining table, causing Anna to groan in frustration. "Hurry! I don't want you to be late! Mrs. Westerguard is expecting you to be on time!"

"Yes, sister," Anna mumbles as she quickly braids her hair into two plaits, "I'm coming!"

"Anna," Elsa continues as Anna was making her way to the small table, "now you do remember how to properly cook the chicken, correct?"

"Yes, Elsa." Anna answers while she was putting on her apron. "I've seen you and Mother do it hundreds of times."

"Alright," Elsa began as she slowly got up from her chair, "now I would like for you to be careful tonight."

"I will." Anna nods in agreement with her older sister.

"Good." Elsa lets out with a smile. "Now I sure do hope that you'll be home soon after then."

"Yes," Anna answers again, making Elsa feel a sigh of relief.

"Well good night then," Elsa whispers, just before she went into her room.

"Good night, Elsa," Anna whispers back just before she had exited the small cabin.

"Oh, and Anna," Elsa continues on hoping that Anna would hear her, "please be careful!"

"I will!" Anna shouts back as she made her way to the middle of the street. "I promise!"

"Good!" was all that Anna could hear from her older sister.

Now I guess I should get going. Anna had thought while she was making her into town. But wait, I should do this first.

Her heart was hammering at the thought of her plan, as she quickly took out one of the spice jars from her apron pocket. Her hands were very eager to pull off the label, hoping that she wouldn't get caught. Well, I'll just have to be careful now. she thought with every disregard to the piece of paper on the soiled ground. I don't want to get caught.

Her hands and legs were going weak as she quickly made her way into town. She knew that her plan would rather be horrible at best, yet she felt like she should be going through with it. She could imagine the utter disdain from Helena and Kristoff, as she drew near the restaurant. Her mind was racing at the thought of Helena's date with Kristoff, while she was gathering up her skirts at the steps. She knew that Helena was already a horrible cook; therefore, she was hoping to make it true.

"Oh good," a voice had interrupted her thoughts, causing Anna to groan, "you're here."

"Yes, Helena," Anna answers to her supposed enemy. "I'm here and ready to make the dinner for your date tonight."

"Good," Helena smirks down at Anna, while they both were making their way into the restaurant.

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An hour later

"How much longer is this going to take, Anna?" Helena had asked with such annoyance in her voice.

"Not much longer, Helena." Anna huffs while she was working on seasoning the chicken.

"Well good," Helena groans in frustration as she sat down on a stool nearby, "I just want this to be done and over with."

"The date or the chicken?" Anna answers much to Helena's disgust.

"The chicken, you idiot!" Helena answers, her nose turning up against Anna.

"Well," Anna counters back with her eyes glaring down at Helena, "maybe you should come and help me then."

"Well, I shall not." Helena snaps back. "Besides, Mother would scold me for this old rag ruined."

Anna simply rolls her eyes at Helena, as she continued on with the chicken.

"Plus I would hate for Kristoff to see me as a horrible mess." Helena continues as she got up from the stool. "He prefers to see me as a real woman, not some poor girl in town."

Anna just rolls her eyes again at Helena's cruel words.

"Shouldn't there be more cinnamon in there?" Helena asks, much to Anna's small smile growing.

"Well, normally I would put a decent size of cinnamon on the chicken," Anna began, as she slowly grabbed the container of spices, "unless if you want me to add more."

"Just do it then." Helena lets out with a groan, followed by a roll from her eyes. "I want to make this date extra special tonight."

"Well, alright then," Anna bit her lip, while she was trying to contain her laughter.

"Now hurry," Helena snaps, causing Anna to quickly pour some more spices on top of the chicken, "he could be here at any moment."

"Well, I guess he'll have to wait a bit then," Anna adds, causing Helena's eyes to go wide as saucers.

"How long it is going to take to cook these things then?" Helena lets out with such shock in her voice.

"Don't worry, Helena," Anna quickly reassures her, "it should only take at least fifteen minutes, tops."

"But that'll take forever." Helena groans, causing Anna to roll her eyes.

"Just be patient then," Anna snaps at her enemy, as she placed the chicken in the oven. "Besides he'll be here in just about ten minutes, anyways."

"Oh alright," Helena lets out with a dramatic sigh, causing Anna to roll her eyes.

"You know," Anna began, as she was putting the seasoning on the chicken, "this cinnamon should make the chicken tasty."

"Oh really?" Helena quirks an eyebrow while she was primping up her hair by the small table.

"Yes," Anna continues, hoping that the plan would follow through, "but I don't think there's enough cinnamon on the chicken."

"Well, then add more." Helena had insisted, making Anna smile at those words.

"Are you sure?" Anna asks, just before she had added more to the chicken.

Helena's eyes narrowed at Anna. "Well, add more to it then."

"Okay then," Anna bit her lip as she quickly poured more of the seasoning onto the chicken.

* Bell Ringing*

"Oh shoot he's here!" Helena snaps, causing Anna to quickly place the cinnamon chicken into the black stove.

"Now you head into the pantry," Helena quickly instructs Anna as they both were heading to the pantry, "and don't come out until the date is over tonight."

"Yes, Helena," Anna whispers, just as she entered the pantry.

"Good." Helena lets out with her devious grin. "Now the chicken should be done in five minutes right?"

"Yes, Helena," Anna answers, just before the pantry's curtains were closed.

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Kristoff's POV

It was close to 7 pm, by the time Kristoff had arrived at Helena's restaurant. He knew that they both were going to have the place all to him and Helena, yet he had a feeling that somebody else was already there, too. Well, this should be better than the food at the commons. he thought as he was making his inside the restaurant. And it's very quiet.

The simple ringing of the bell had caught him off guard, as he stood at the front door. He figured that the bell was one of the oddities that Mrs. Westerguard wanted for Helena's restaurant. Well now, where is she? he thought with him patiently tapping away at his black boots. Where's Helena?

He sighed at the thought of being on a date with Helena, just as he heard some sort of ruckus going on in the kitchen. She might be finishing up with her cooking. He knew that Helena wasn't the best at cooking, no thanks to the obvious comments from the other men at the railroad. At least they were being honest about her cooking. he thought with a smile on his face.

"Why hello Kristoff." a flirtatious voice had interrupted his thoughts, causing him some confusion. "Surprise to see you here."

"Well you did invite me over for some supper," Kristoff states as he did a quick look down of Helena, "if you do remember."

"Oh where are my manners, then." Helena lets out with a flirtatious wink. "I'm so sorry, Kristoff."

"It's alright, Helena," Kristoff quickly answers Helena, causing her to let out a small giggle.

"Well, why don't we have a seat right here, then." Helena offers to Kristoff, as they made their way to the empty table.

"Thank you, Helena." Kristoff lets out with a nod, as he sat down at the dining table.

"You're welcome, Kristoff." Helena smiles. "Now, I better get back to the kitchen and finish up with the chicken."

"Alright," Kristoff adds, while Helena was making her way back to the kitchen.

"Can this night be already over," he whispers to himself, while he was twiddling his thumbs. He knew that his mother would've disapproved of him saying those words. At least the meal is free. he thought. and it should be good.

His stomach growled at the thought of the savory chicken. His taste buds were craving for the seasoning. His mind was reliving the memories over how his mother would make it. The aroma of his mother cooking it in the kitchen would make his stomach growl even more. He remembered how his mother would let him taste it.

"Ouch!" Helena's voice had called out from the kitchen.

"You alright?" he askes, not knowing exactly what to do.

"Oh um," Helena answers, followed by a hushed voice, "I just like singing!" she continued through her gritted teeth. "Where's the towel?"

"Are you sure?" Kristoff asks, rolling his eyes.

"Ah yes!" Helena sings through her possible pain. "I'm finee!!!!"

"Okay," Kristoff lets out with a shrug.

"La La Laaaaa!!!!" her voice continued on singing, causing Kristoff to cringe a bit.

Yikes. he thought with each note turning sour in his ears. He knew that Helena was trying her best to impress him, yet his heart wasn't interested. He figured that Helena was overdressed to be working in her kitchen. From her wearing a bright pink bow with her red hair curls to the dark red embroidered dress and a bright white apron being added for good measure. Maybe I should give her at least a chance. he thought, just as Helena had appeared from the kitchen.

"Well, here it is Kristoff." Helena smiles, with the obvious fake dust on her cheeks. "Your Cinnamon Chicken."

"Ah Thank you, Helena," Kristoff replies with a smile to the young lady.

"You're welcome," Helena giggled as she sets their meals down at the table.

"The food looks good." Kristoff began, while he was pouring himself a cup of water from the pitcher.

"It probably beats the food down at the railroad, I'm assuming," Helena adds as she quickly took a bite out of her chicken.

"It sure does," he admits, not knowing what else to say.

"Good." Helena nods.

"Say," Kristoff began while he was eating his own meal, "this should be good then."

"Why thank you, Kristoff." Helena smiles with her cheeks red.

"You're welcome." Kristoff lets out with a cough, his mouth going hot after each bite.

God what did she put in this? he thought with each cough getting harder and harder. His mouth was watering for the wrong reasons, as he gulped down all of his water. He knew that something was terribly wrong as he watched Helena drank all of her water.

"Ughhhh!" Helena lets out with a hoarse cry, as they quickly made their way into the kitchen. "Water! I need water!"

"Same!" Kristoff answers, just as they had entered the kitchen.

"Moufff!" Helena coughs while she was pumping the water in. "Ahhh!!"

Thank God! Kristoff had thought as he was gulping down the water.

"Anna! Anna!! Anna!!!"

Oh great. Kristoff thought while Helena was coughing out that name.

"It was her fault!" Helena continues as she was bustling throughout the kitchen. "She was the one that made the chicken!"

"Well I've gotta go, Helena," Kristoff adds in a rush, as he made his way out the kitchen door.

"Kristoff, wait!" was all that he could hear from the kitchen, just before he had reached the front doors.

Oh no. he thought through each cough coming out of his body. Not them.

He could see Helena's family come on up the steps as he stood at the entrance of the dining room entrance. Her mother seemed to be in charge of the family, no thanks to her scolding Mr. Westerguard over something. Helena's brother was a bit neat and relaxed in his new suit, as they were making their way inside. Now here's my cue. Kristoff thought, just before he went through the front doors.

"Oh why hello," Mrs. Westerguard began with a flirtatious smile, "how was..."

"Good night, Mrs. Westerguard." Kristoff lets out with a hoarse cough as he made his way past the family.

"Well, it was nice to see you, Christopher!" Mrs. Westerguard shouts back, while the rest of the family was making their way into the restaurant. "Christopher!"

"It's Kristoff!" Kristoff counters back, with the cough going away.