I let out an exasperated sigh as I attempted to brush out my ridiculous, tangled hair for almost about ten minutes now. This wouldn't have bothered me if my idiot roommate hadn't chosen me to go interview some wealthy kid when he was supposed to do it himself. He had to go see his parents or something as an excuse. I should've been studying for my mid-term instead of doing someone else a stupid favor.

I groaned.

Kristoff was my roommate and he had chosen this day to visit his parents because some "special occasion" in the UK came up and he needed to attend did he ever care about attending something anyway? Talk about last minute planning.

I should've paid attention to what he said the day before, instead of studying like a freaking nerd. I took the offer without even thinking so that I could just get rid of him fast. But too bad, way too bad, that he was already gone to a different continent.

He's gonna get a beating when he comes back.

After neatly braiding my hair, I managed to wear my black dress with a pair of five-inch heels. I stood in front of my mirror, taking a deep breath in and out, smoothing out my skirt. My teal eyes met the post-it Kristoff gave to me, sticking it onto the corner of the mirror.

Elsa Snow was the CEO of Snow Enterprise was whom he wanted me to go to.

That name somehow was quite familiar.

But I was lost in thought about how far that company was from my home. It was about thirty miles up north of LA and I needed to get there in two hours. What a pain. I grabbed the notepad from my bed, full of questions and immediately headed out. It was a great thing Pa let me take his old mini car and an extremely bad thing that this damn thing could've broken any moment.

Oh indeed, what a fucking pain.

I swallowed my complaint and got into the car, turned on my GPS and was getting ready to go. My phone started ringing It was Kristoff. I sat back on my seat, relaxed and turned my phone on.

I sighed. "What do you want?"

"Geez, Anna, you don't have to give me that attitude."

"Oh, I'm sorry, your majesty," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. "I didn't think you would just leave me hanging and give me a bunch of weird ass questions such as, 'are you gay?' and 'what types of underwear do you wear?'. I can't ask her these stupid and even perverted questions, Kristoff Bjorman." I added a strict tone to his name to make sure he was cringing on the other end.

"O-Oh, c'mon, Anna! I have….questions that my professor agrees on!"

Raising my eyebrows, I didn't believe him. "Really?"

"... yes?"

That short silence before made my stomach twist.

I heard him groan a strained 'please'. "Are you telling me that I have to ask these questions for you, like it or not?"

For a moment, there was silence until I yelled out his name.

He gasped. "Alright, alright! Yes, I want you to ask these questions! I'm serious, alright?! Can you do that for me, feisty?"

Just this once, I swore under my breath. "Alright, fine. But it's just this one time, Kristoff."

"Oh my god, thank you! Jesus, Professor Asshat is going to freak out on me if you didn't help me."

"I don't care about your professor."

"At least care about my grades!"

"I don't care about that either."

He groaned. "Please, Anna? Pretty please? I would do it if I were still there, you know?" He was trying to make me feel guilty, but I felt anything but.

I sighed. "Just this once, Krist."

"Yes! You are a god, Anna. Love you!"

I turned my phone off, hands gripping onto the steering wheel and I sighed, beginning to drive up north from LA. I was going to regret this.

So badly.

In exactly two hours, at about 12PM, I made it just in time to... the... building...

Whoa.

It was a big skyscraper with E. Snow imprinted on the side of the glass entrance in Copperplate Gothic Bold font. So neat and professional…

I gaped and slowly shrugged off the admiration.

I mean, of course, it was.

I cleared my throat and went into the building where I met this thin, well-built man, with black hair, sides shaved, and his hair going towards the left. His eyes were grey and his suit was all black except for his tie. He was concentrating on working on his computer so much that he didn't even realize that I was already in front of his counter. Before I even got to introduce myself, there it was again, E. Snow in the same font imprinted on the glass wall behind him.

I cough purposely and the man stopped his fingers. My body stilled when he looked up... with such an intense stare. But immediately, he gave out a jolly smile. What a handsome guy.

"Yes?" he asked, and I almost erupted into a giggling fit when his voice came out with such a tone that could be mistaken for fifteen year old.

"Um, I-I'm looking for Miss Snow? Elsa Snow? I came here to do an interview for California State University school newspaper."

He nodded with a nice smile, got up from his seat and took out some kind of folder. He was tall. Extremely tall and I realized I was blushing for a bit.

"Please," he said, pointing behind me, "Have a seat. I'll be back in a moment."

"Yes, sir."

When he came back, his folder was gone and his smile was back. "Miss Snow is expecting you. Come, I will lead the way."

I was going over the notebook and post-its Kristoff gave me when he came to get me. I frantically grabbed my stuff, and immediately I dropped my notes on the floor. Oh, I'd always been clumsy, and that was just embarassing to act like that here. And now, I could feel my blush coming up

He stared at me, impressed by my clumsiness. His eyebrows were raised, but his smile just never left.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry, I just need to—Whoa!" I tripped on my heels and fell face flat on the floor. Good thing it was soft and fluffy.

"Oh, it's alright," he said, getting down and helping me up, "take your time."

I sighed, extremely embarrassed now and I could just die from this heated embarrassment. If death by embarrassment ever existed. "I'm sorry, this is just... Ugh," I groaned and he chuckled when I smacked my forehead.

"Everyone makes mistakes," he said, holding a hand out to me. "My name's Olaf Nelson. Please to meet you."

I grabbed his hand and gently shook it. "Um, A-Anna. Anna Smith. Nice to meet you Mr. Nelson and... Sorry about earlier."

"It's completely fine. And please, just call me Olaf."

He was tall, his voice… god, so smooth. I hadn't realized until now, that he... really was that handsome.

"Miss Smith, please, this way," he said, his hand around my waist as he led me to the elevator.

I stood behind him as he pressed the button to the very top floor—to the 60th floor. I stared at his neck, which was pretty weird, but I noticed he had a speaker in his ear. But, quickly, I dismissed it.

As the elevator slowly went up, I started a conversation.

"So... this company. What is it that you guys do?"

He turned his head slightly towards me and I could see him smiling again.

"We have quite a big income—quite possibly more than any company out there. Miss Snow owns many parts of certain branches from Audi to tens of fashion designing companies And because of this, we gain many, many profits each minute—each second, if I may say, that it is very hard to keep track of. But I would advise that you speak to her for more information, Miss Smith."

Oh.

The elevator was extremely slow and my ear was beginning to hurt and I could barely hear anything.

"Where are you from? England?" I asked.

He chuckled and shook his head. "Oh no, I'm certainly not from there. I lived there for a couple of years since I was a kid, but I moved back to Norway for a few months until my parents sent me here in LA. Impressed with the accent?"

"It's... pretty neat, actually. You don't have much of an accent though," I admitted.

He smiled proudly. "We are here."

The door slid open and there was only a white hall with paintings on every side. As we slowly walked towards the only door in front of us, I was fascinated by the beautiful art gallery.

Before I even knew it, I heard the door being knocked, and suddenly a wave of nervousness passed through me and I was shaking. Olaf stared at me with gentle grey eyes. He bowed.

"Good luck, Miss Smith."

Good luck?

"Come in." I heard from the other end and Olaf slowly opened the door, got out of the way so that I could come in. And immediately, he walked back to the elevator, turned back and waved.

I gulped and turned my head towards the... huge, LARGE room.

I took a step in and now, I wasn't sure what to do next. There was a lady in front of me, her back facing me and towards the window, talking to the phone.

Her hair was platinum blonde and her figure... it was all so beautiful. It glowed brightly. But I just couldn't figure out how she could make her fringes push back like that. I stared, body tensed. I tightened my grip on my papers against my chest. Somehow, I could feel the intensity of her from here. What is she?

"No, it's ten thousand... I can handle it... we have other company out there and I can help out. No... Yes... There's time... We've got plenty... I can give you how many you want and... Right... If she does it, she's out of the job... Good… Goodbye," she said quite much over her phone.

She sighed, shaking her head and turned her body towards me and I stopped breathing at the sight of her eyes. Her icy cold eyes were gorgeous, scary. And they was even prettier when she sent out a smile.

"Miss Smith, is that right?" she asked, walking up to me. A part of me screamed for dear life. She was a beauty.

I nodded.

Her heels were clanking loudly as she walked towards me and I had to force myself not to back away.

"I'm Elsa Snow. Please, take a seat," she said, taking my hand and dragged me to a seat. I slowly sat down, looking anywhere but to her. I looked down to my lap, notes placed on top. Words on the paper screamed for me to speak out loud.

"I'm sure you have some questions for me, Miss Smith?" she asked, pouring coffee into a cup, putting it on the glass table in front of me. She sat across from me, crossing her legs together. Jesus, it was so beautiful. I couldn't even talk.

I quickly took a sip from the coffee, immediately feeling speechless from the richness of the smell and taste. God, it did taste amazing. She waited.

And I noticed that she'd been staring at me, pondering. Maybe she was thinking about something else, as I took out my notebook and ran through the pages upon pages of questions. I wouldn't know for sure. Oddly, I couldn't get a good... vibe on her. My subconscious found that comical.

"Um, Miss Snow, this is an interview for California State University, so if you don't mind if I ask you some questions..." I gazed at her timidly.

She shook her head. "No, of course not. What would you like to know?" Here we go.

Clearing my throat, I looked through the first question. Okay, it didn't look so bad now that I read it thoroughly. "So... I've heard many things about how your company has invested quite a lot of money, and gained quite a profit through other branches. Your employees must have gained quite a bit over the past... years you've been a CEO. So the question I want to ask of you is... how much do you make in your income out of all these companies you own?"

She frowned and immediately I knew she disapproved of these questions.

"I normally wouldn't answer something like this, Miss Smith, I hope you know that. This is public disclosure."

God damn it, Kristoff, you idiot!

I groaned. "I-I'm sorry, this isn't-"

"Approximately, between five to seven hundred million every year."

What?

I dropped my pen, and quickly picked it up. She seemed to have wanted to help but stopped. I scratched my head with the back of the pen and bit my lips. I couldn't ignore her kindness before. She frowned.

"Um, c-could you repeat that?" I asked.

She sighed, crossing her fingers against each other on her lap. "About five to seven hundred million, Miss Smith."

I scribbled down her answer. "Um, how many hours do your employees work… if I may ask?"

"It varies, Miss Smith," she said, getting up and walking towards the window again. "Those who work hard, but are not very good at it, get to go home early. And those who work hard and are very good at it, will get extra pay, and extra hours. And those who do not do any work at all, well, you know what will happen."

"You get sent home."

"With pay, Miss Smith. You see, I own these branches because I have the intelligence and I work very hard to gain this kind of wealth and this position. And if these workers take it for granted, I will not hesitate to dismiss them immediately." She turned towards me, glaring intensely. "Have you met Olaf?"

"Yes."

"Well, he's been my best friend for a very long time and he is a very hard worker. If I step down as the CEO of this company, he will take my place."

"Why?"

"Because I trust him and he trust me. I respect him, Miss Smith."

"Respect gets you this position?"

She smiled, "No, the ability to command others and do what is right, gets you this position." Okay, fair enough.

"Do you have any interest besides… staying in this office?" I asked.

"Being a CEO is not an interest, it's merely my job, Miss Smith," she answered sternly and I nodded, apologetically. "But yes, I do have many interests. I do kickboxing whenever I have the time or I go play pool with my friends. I travel a lot of the time, but mainly focusing on business."

"Do you have someone you love?"

She stiffened, glowering. Oh no. Her eyes glowed with threat.

"Is this personal or...?"

"Oh, no! This—this is merely for the school newspaper. I-I'm helping a friend do the interview and—"

"No, I don't."

I was flustered. "W-what?"

"I don't have a lover," she said. Oh. Oddly, I felt relief washing over me.

I scribbled down her answer. And then, came that question. "A-Are you..." I cleared my throat. "Are you... gay?" Much better... or not.

She glared intimidatingly, sending shivers down my spine. "Excuse me? Is this a joke?"

Shit, I'm scared.

"N-No, it's... this isn't..." I stuttered and suddenly she got up and sat beside me. Whoa, way too close. But oh, her fragrance was sweet... I want to... No.

"I've never had someone ask me these kinds of questions, Miss Smith." Her voice suddenly grew soft. She tilted her head, and her eyes were just... wandering. I couldn't keep up with her.

"A-actually these... weren't made by me."

"Oh?"

I nodded and suddenly, her hand reached for my locks of hair and I shuddered through her fingertips. Her coldness ran through my neck and I was tense.

"U-Um, Miss S-Snow?"

"Elsa."

"U-Um…"

"Call me Elsa, Miss Smith."

"O-Okay then, Miss—I mean, E-Elsa..." God, this is so weird! So weird, so weird, so weird! And so... intimidating.

I could feel her breath on my neck and I enjoyed her being near me... especially this near. But she quickly separated from me and sat normally. My heart beat was quickened and I just... she frustrated me.

She smiled. "Now, am I gay?"

Oh, great.

"A-are you, Elsa?"

"Yes... I am." Oh. "I've never admitted this to the outside before, but I figured I could get it out off my chest."

"Oh," I chuckled. "That's great, Elsa."

"Now, let's talk about you."

I stared at her. "W-what?"

"Are you?"

Am I what? Am I gay? Well, bi, technically.

I shook my head shyly. "Bi," I whispered. It wasn't as if anyone else was hearing this though. She nodded and began asking me even more questions. Now, did this just change into my interview? Ah, shit, whatever.

She placed her finger, caressing my cheek and I shuddered against her touch. "I'd love to have dinner with you sometime, Miss Smith."

Whoa...

I slide myself further away from her and she looked at me, confused. I'd never felt so... strangely intimidated before. No, not in front of such a mysterious, beautiful person, I hadn't.

"I-I'd love to go now, Miss Snow." Oh shit. She stayed in silence but showed no weakness. Getting up, she held my hand and pulled me up, rubbing her thumb against my skin and I blushed. I tripped over my heels again and fell onto her, head first into her chest. She held me tightly, looked at me with a gentle smile. Her fingers ran over my back and towards my waist and I blushed severely.

"Are you alright?" she asked. I quickly pulled away, getting my stuff, hurriedly.

"Uhh… Y-Yeah, I'm fine... I-It's just I get really clumsy sometimes..." And I am going to make a fool out of myself.

She smiled, wrapped her arms around my shoulder as she led me out to the elevator. "I'll see you out."

I nodded, looking down on my feet. I was nervous. "D-do you lead everyone out when they come here?"

She laughed, pressed the button and the elevator door slid open. "Oh no, Miss Smith. No one ever comes up here unless it is someone I trust. Olaf usually comes up." She pressed the G button.

"So... this is the first time?"

Elsa paused, pondering as she stared at the descending numbers on the elevator.

"Well, yes."

"But why me?"

She was silent and swiftly, she grabbed my wrist and pushed me up against the wall. Her stare was intense and my legs were about to given way when she propped my arms against the wall. I breathed in and out heavily as her eyes met with mine. My heart was beating in a speed that I couldn't even tell and my ears were beat red. I stared at her braid over her shoulder, just her shoulder, collarbone, and then to her serious, yet so mysterious face. Her eyes were dark, blank and I felt controlled for once.

Yes, why me?

"I find you very... interesting." That had to be a lie. "And you are very beautiful, Miss Smith," she said.

Oh god, I'm going to melt.

She let me go, but I was expecting... something much more. "So, perhaps I should pick you up tomorrow? Or whenever you're free so we can have some dinner together?" she offered, the elevator dinged to the ground floor and we were let out. Olaf looked over to us and smiled gently, getting up and bowing to us.

Elsa turned to me, waiting for an answer.

"I—" Accept it! Accept the offer! NOW! "Next Thursday would be great, Elsa," I finally said. She nodded.

"Call me Anna," I said, but she chuckled.

"Thank you, but no thank you. I'm much more comfortable with calling you Miss Smith. So, Thursday?"

"Yep, I'll... see you then… I guess." I was struck hard by her.

I waved goodbye to them and before I even got to open the glass door, Olaf ran towards me and held the door for me. I looked at him confused.

"Elsa wants me to give you a ride home, if that's okay," he said, holding the door for me. I frowned and looked behind me, finding no one inside. The elevator door just shut.

"Uh... Olaf, that's great, but—"

"She insists."

I sighed and gave him an unwilling smile, accepting her offer. Geez, what was up with Miss Snow, the woman that seemed to want my attention?

"Alright, I'll take up the offer," I said.

Once I got back home, I was exhausted. Immediately, I plopped down onto the bed and wanting to fall asleep, but instead, my phone rang. Lazily, I took my phone out.

"Hello?" I said, stuffing my face on my pillow.

"So, how'd it go?"

Now, I was awake. I sat up. "Kristoff, I want to kill you, right now!"

"You can do that later! So? How's the interview?"

I was silent. "Elsa—Miss Snow... she's very... beautiful."

"And?"

"Very mysterious... and intimidating."