This Could Be Fun (Jelsa)

I'm Not Sure if I want to See You Again

Elsa ran her hands through her hair over and over again. This boy she'd been talking to for almost a month now was working with her.
Suddenly she got a text from an unknown number. It read: this isn't over, Elsa.
Elsa: who is this?
Unknown: ;)
Elsa: um
Unknown: this is Hans.
"No!"
Crap! Triple crap! Hans had her number...
Elsa: how'd u get my number?
Hans: Anna gave it to me when we were dating ;)
Elsa: okay, and now ur not dating, so leave me alone!
Hans: that's not your decision to make
Elsa could just see the hideous smirk he probably had played across his face.
Elsa: what can I do to get u to leave me alone?
Hans: go on a date with me ;)
What?!? Where did that come from!? Of all the things she'd thought he'd say, this was not one of them.
Elsa: no
Hans: ahh, why not?
Elsa: u know very well why not.
Hans: I guess you're out of luck then.
Elsa was just about to type 'why' when there was a knock on the door.
Her eyes widened in panic! Was it Hans? Was it Kristoff? Was it Olaf? Elsa hoped it was any of the latter.
She realized as she walked down the stairs that her parents were already gone to work. Anna was a late sleeper, not to mention a heavy sleeper.
She was alone.
Slowly, she crept towards the door. Her hand reached out and grasped the doorknob. Turning, turning, turning, click. The door eased open.
There he was. A smirk as big as the moon was spread over his face like some sort of evil villain.
"Hans."
"Elsa."
He walked in without her say and sat right down on the couch. Plop.
Elsa closed the door. "What are you doing here?"
He cocked his head to the side with that cocky grin of his. "I texted you."
Elsa raised a brow, "I'm not going on a date with you. I thought 'no' was obvious enough."
Hans stood up and stalked towards her. Not again! Elsa backed up to the door. Why did her door have to pull open?!
"Hans..."
He approached her more. He was so close now.
"Hans, back away!" She held her hand out to push him, but he was rock hard.
"Hans!"
"What?" He breathed in her ear.
"Back off!"
His lips curled up. He must have been related to a cat in some way, Elsa was sure of it.
He had his arms on both sides of her. Again. Elsa had to stop letting this happen to her. She started pounding on his chest, but it didn't seem to affect him.
"Elsa," he said slowly.
"Elsa?"
Elsa's and Hans's heads whipped in the direction of the stairs. Anna was standing there in her reindeer pjs. Her hair was in messy braids and she looked completely and utterly confused.
"What is he doing here?" She glared.
Hans was still pressing Elsa to the wall. He didn't move. Elsa couldn't see his face, but she was sure it was priceless. Elsa took this moment to do something. She picked up her foot and shoved it into Hans's gut. He stepped back.
"He was just leaving," Elsa said, opening the door.
"Good." Anna commented as she went into the kitchen.
Hans casually stepped up to the door, and Elsa, and closed it. Elsa just watched him. He moved back to a chair and sat down, watching her.
"Hans... Get. Out."
"No." He said, looking at his nails.
Elsa's anger was piling up now. "Hans, I swear, if you don't leave I will call-"
"Who, Elsa? Your boyfriend?" He used air quotes on the last word as he looked up at her. "I saw your Facebook profile. I see you're single and-"
"I'm flattered you were stalking my page, but you need to stop. I did that to you almost a month ago, would you just let it go!?"
His gaze followed her as she talked.
"No, Elsa."
"Why!?" She was exasperated now.
His cat-like smirk was full, but it was not as crazy as it had been before.
Anna came back into the room with a cup of something hot. "Why is he still here!?" She shouted angrily.
"He refuses to leave." Elsa said, her voice rising.
"Leave." Anna said, pointing to the door, glaring at Hans.
"Nah."
Anna looked like the day she had kicked Hans. Elsa know things just got real, and this time, Anna had something hot.
Anna stomped over to Hans with her cup of tea or coffee, Elsa couldn't tell. Hans got slightly scared. Enough to stand up and move across the room. Anna didn't wait long. She spilled that drink all over him.
Elsa held back from snorting. Anna looked like she couldn't even believe it. Hans was dripping, and his face said one word, "Hot!"
He ran to the kitchen and started pouring sink water on himself. Meanwhile, Anna chased him out the door.
She came back wiping her hands together like she had just finished a job well done. "Why was he here?"
Elsa shrugged. "He just can't let it go."