Elsa hears a knock at the front door and she sighs, looking up from her work. "Why me?" she whispers, standing up from her desk. I just wanted to spend this day off in peace.
She has a big case to fight in a few days, and she wants to make sure that she is ready for everything. Losing isn't necessarily something she is fond of, as evident by her ninety-five percent win rate.
She slowly stands from her large wooden desk and walks out of her office toward the stairs. When she reaches them she lets her hand drag along the banister as she descends.
"This better be important," she says to herself, "I don't have time for this."
When she reaches the front door she pauses, hoping that maybe the person just left and she doesn't have to worry about communicating with whoever decided to disturb her on a Saturday. But the knock comes again.
Elsa opens the door. Standing in front of her is a strawberry blonde with freckles and teal eyes. She has her hair up in a bun and she's wearing what Elsa would at best describe as business casual.
On a day where she wasn't this frustrated, Elsa might actually find her attractive… but today she needs to focus on work. "Not interested," Elsa states, stalely, prepared to shut the door on the shorter woman.
"Sorry, to bother you Ms. Uhhh," she looks down at the wrinkled paper in her hand. "Ms. Frost! Sorry, to disturb you, but I was wondering if you're interested-"
"Not interested," Elsa states again, closing the door. She turns around to walk back to her office, but there is another knock at the door. She then turns back around and reopens it.
"Hey," the freckled woman waves, awkwardly. "It's me again. Look, uhm I'm new to this… so, maybe you can just give me a chance. I really need the money… and you look like you'd be perf-"
"What are you trying to sell?" Elsa interrupts.
The shorter woman's face lights up as she turns toward a rolling suitcase standing behind her. "I have a premium line of make-up that I am interested in…" She struggles to pull the suitcase toward her, laughing shyly in between. "I'm Anna, by the way," she states, turning to Elsa with a blush.
Elsa takes in a deep breath. Part of her wants to shut the door, but the other part wants to continue to watch the adorable scene unfolding in front of her. "Hello, Anna. You already knew my name, so guess I don't need to introduce myself. How'd you get into this line of work?"
"Oh," Anna breathes, kneeling down to open the suitcase. "I saw this thing about getting money easily, you know? I just front this stuff in the beginning and then I make whatever profit I get."
"Sounds like a scam," Elsa laughs. "How are sales?"
Anna clears her throat and shrugs. "Not so great," she whispers. "I was hoping it would change with you." She looks up to Elsa and smiles.
"Is this a part of your scheme? This whole clumsy, frazzled, I-don't-have-a-lot-of-sales routine?"
"No," Anna chirps, still smiling, "I always hope the next person I talk to will be my first sale." She pops the suitcase open, falling back from the force she put into it. "Got it. Now… maybe you'd do good with some purple, or-"
Elsa holds up a hand, stopping Anna. "Look, I'm sorry you went through all of this trouble and I wish you luck, but I'm really not interested in buying any of this."
"Just one thing," Anna pleads. "Please. It can even be the cheapest thing. I don't mind."
A tornado siren starts to go off in the distance and Elsa pauses, taking a step out on to the porch to glance at the sky. There are swirling dark clouds overhead and she sighs. Great, a tornado.
She steps back into her house and fixes Anna with a smile. "You should probably get going, this weather doesn't look that great."
The color leaves the freckled woman's face and she slowly glances down at her watch. "Crap. Crap, crap, crap. I lost track of time. I was supposed to be out of here before the storm."
She closes her suitcase quickly, attempting to stand it back up as she continues to become more flustered. "My house is like an hour away, I'll be caught right in the middle," she mumbles to herself. She looks up to Elsa, harriedly. "Thanks for your time, Ms. Frost."
Anna grips the handle of the suitcase but Elsa steps forward before she even gets the chance to consider what she's doing. "You should come inside," she blurts. Shit, what are you doing, Elsa?
Anna shakes her head, seemingly on the brink of tears. "No it's okay, Ms. Frost. I don't want to be a bother. I should just get going."
"No," Elsa states, against the wishes of her protesting brain. "You should come in. I'd hate for you to get hurt out there."
"Really?" Anna smiles, her face lighting up. "I don't know how to thank you."
"Don't mention it." Elsa steps aside gesturing for the younger girl to come in. She shuts the door behind her just as they are graced by the first clash of thunder.
Anna drags her suitcase half way across the living room before letting it drop to the floor. "Oh my God, Elsa." She pauses. "Can I call you Elsa? Your house is great. Like fantastic. Where'd you get this chandelier?"
Elsa sighs as she closes her eyes and runs a hand through her hair. This is going to be the longest storm of my life.