#i.hans

Anna had wished for years to meet her someone, her soulmate. Her chances, of course, were very slim. She was homeschooled, so having a high school sweetheart was almost none existent. So she was left to her daydreams, her ideas of what love felt like. Would she know when she met them? Would it be love at first sight?

It was. She saw him and everything slowed, just like they do in the movies. She couldn’t hear, couldn’t breathe. He was gorgeous, everything she imagined and more. Suddenly he was in front of her and speaking to her, “sorry what?” Her brain had restarted and he smiled a brilliant beautiful smile and she was sunk. She was his. 

Somehow she survived long enough for him to actually want to go out on a date with her. He’d agreed to go for coffee, or maybe she had - she didn’t remember who asked who. The urge to write on Anna ♡ Hans on every surface was hard to beat, her heart fluttered at the thought of him. She was a teenage girl again, squealing and dancing around her room. Elsa asked her multiple times if she was alright the days leading up to her date. “I’m in love, Elsa.” She’d giggle out before running away. Her sister would not ruin this feeling for her.

Anna fussed with her hair, makeup and clothing all morning. She had to look perfect! Though books and movies normally say love, at first sight, happens to both people at once, she couldn’t be sure. She wanted to make sure he fell for her just as much as she had for him. Of course, she’d never pressure him. If he needed time or wasn’t interested...Well, she’d be heartbroken but she’d get over it, one day. 

The logical part of her, which was small, knew she wasn’t actually in love with him. Not yet anyway. They’d had one conversation, but it wouldn’t take him much to have her completely in love with him. Her infatuation was intense, she’d experienced this many times in her life. She’d argued with her mother that she was destined to marry the boy across the street because he waved at her. This was different though, she wasn’t nine.