Chapter 1- Anna's POV

Hi! This is my first fanfic. The title is Danish. It translates as "Forbidden Love". Feel free to comment! Constructive criticism is welcome. (As long as it's constructive) :D Tons of Elsanna in future chapters. Enjoy! Some more Danish words may be popping up in future chapters, so I will leave a series of definitions at the end of the chapter when that happens. XD There will be a very significant plotline, but loads of fluffy-fluff-ness. Enjoy!

"Come on. Come on!" I mumbled as I clumsily pressed at the up button on the ground floor again and again. Glancing down at my watch, my mouth dropped open. The advert brake would be over in 122 seconds, which meant I only had 134 seconds until I was live.

"Dam it Anna." I hissed under my breath. Wow, now I'm talking to myself. I knew that Kristoff would already be sitting at the desk, smile wide and camera ready. This is not good, Anna. My professional career as a News presenter for the DNN could be over. I gulped, thinking about what would happen if I was late for live TV. I'm convinced that I'd be thoroughly murdered by Hans. The CEO of DNN was not exactly renowned for having a good temper.

Finally the elevator door slid open. I let out a relieved sigh upon seeing that there was no one else inside it. I peeked at my watch once more; 119 second until we're live. Not good Anna, Not good. Pressing the button for the 9th floor, I waited for the elevator to move upward, muttering a useless mantra of "Help me! Help me! Help me!".

The occupants of floor nine must have had a fright when they witnessed me leaping out of the elevator and lugging myself down the hallway with upmost determination. 40 seconds till we're live Anna! I inwardly screamed in frustration. I was about to make my way through the studio door when I realized I was missing something.

The schedule papers! Oh no Anna, now you've done it girl.

I had roughly two seconds to make a decision.

A: I go straight into the studio without my schedule papers and improvise the whole thing. Nu ah, no go gurl! … Although I suppose no one would notice if I peeked at Kristof's schedule. Who am I kidding?

How about plan:

B: I run down the hall over to Joan's desk, pick up my schedule like a ninja and apologize suavely before sprinting off back from where I came and leaping into my desk chair before the green light flashes.

Mmmm.. plan B kinda sounds cooler.

Darn it Anna, it' been more than two seconds! RUN LIKE THE WIND!

I sprinted of down the hall pushing bewildered staff members to the side with a complication of sorry and pardons. I spotted my schedule on Joan's desk in room number eight and opened the glass door theatrically.

Startling poor old Joan out of her wits, I greedily grabbed my schedule. Not forgetting to flash Joan my signature Anna smile.

;D It did manipulate them into recruiting me for this job after all ;). Concentrate Anna!

I leaped back into and down the hallway, turning my head and yelling "Sorry" before I could evaluate how much disruption I may have caused. The people in the hallway knew very well to stay out of my way. So I was able to enter the studio quickly.

I saw my PR beaconing me hurriedly in front of the green screen. I felt better already. Just as relief began to wash over me a loud male voice began to count down the seconds until we were on air.

"LIVE IN FIVE-"

I inwardly shrieked. Dodging wires and film crew and those staff who I had no idea did anything.

"FOUR"

I broke into a sprint, right at the table.

"THREE"

My foot got hooked on a cable and I had to wretch myself from the cable.

"TWO"

The lights began to flicker and everything became a blur as I jumped into my chair. My flailing arms knocked valuable reading material off the table.

The camera's all turned on but the studio plunged into darkness. In the process of leaping valiantly into my chair, I must have knocked over my coffee because I heard Kristoff suddenly yelp beside me. He violently rose from his chair and began patting his lap.

I had gotten to like Kristoff and I felt really bad seeing him suffer.

I knew that at that moment thousands of Danes would be watching this shenanigans on TV. This program had the most viewers in the entire country.

The technicians must have been working swiftly because the studio lights turned back on as soon as the cameras had turned off. Every eye in the room was on me.

Darn it.

The sound-man raised his right arm and pressed the button at the top of his headset. Everyone knew what this button meant. It had not been pressed for a very, very long time.

It meant that Hans would be coming into the studio.

This could easily be the end of the global media road for anyone in this room. And I knew that this time, it was me.

I was standing there shamefully and frantically apologizing to everyone about my actions, when he stormed in. His face was red and his eyes stared mercilessly at the scene before him. Nervous tension thickly hung upon the entire studio.

Everyone in the room must have held their breath as he stormed towards me. I certainly was. All my senses told me to move out of the way. To run or hide. To do something. But I stood my ground. I knew he was walking straight at me, but I masked my fear and lifted my chin. If I was going to lose my job, I would at least show a little confidence. I want to be fired in style.

I gasped in pain.

He had grabbed the collar of my blouse and pulled me up so that I was staring right into his seething eyes. It hurt as the fabric dug into my neck. My breathing became heavier and more desperate. I was struggling to breathe.

"You are an insolent little brat." He whispered between gritted teeth. And I inwardly screamed. The way he whispered made his words much-much more threatening.

"How dare you ruin the reputation of DNN. Our popularity and reliability is at stake." He said, a little louder. His face grew redder and redder with every word.

I gasped for breath as he pulled my face closer to his. Hans glowered at me. I could feel Kristoff shift behind me and the rest of the crew shuffle closer. - Ready to interfere if this situation became dangerous for me.

"Sir" I rasped "Sir, I'm really really really really sorry."

"I WILL HEAR NONE OF IT." He started to scream. "WE HAVE BEEN HUMILIATED INFRONT OF THE WORLD"

I heard Kristoff whisper behind me, almost inaudibly "But we have finally made the blooper rail." Wow I love that guy. I held back a tense chuckle.

Kristoff was not standing far behind me, which reassured me little… Until Hans' grip on my collar became tighter. As dark spots began to dance in my vision, I began to slip to the ground and Hans had no choice but to let go of me.

So there I was, Anna Sorendal. Taking rasped and thirsty breaths for air whilst curled up on the ground beneath one of the most powerful men in the city who was currently shouting at me to "GET OUT AND NEVER COME BACK". I struggled to find my orientation and Hans only seemed to be getter madder at me. He began to shout louder and louder. It was like he wanted to kill me. Feeling helpless stinks.

I felt big, soft hands snake around my waist in urgency. Kristoff picked me up of the ground and urgently guided me to the doorway. I stumbled aimlessly, thankful that I was able to get out of this place. Kristoff left me at the door, but not before mumbling a deep apology. He shut the door behind me and I stared aimlessly at the empty hall wondering what he was sorry for. It wasn't his fault at all. It was mine.

I couldn't take it any longer. I had to get out before I broke down into a nervous wreck. Tears began to fill my eyes and my vision became blurry. The elevator at the end of the hall had slid open.

This is your chance to get out Anna quick and easy. I ran at the elevator. Each step quicker than the last. I really need some fresh air right now. I winced in remembrance of Hans nearly suffocating me. But memory of this event urged me on faster. The elevator doors began to close. I could barely see them through my teary eyes. I ran faster, my small frame flying through the closing doors just in time.

SLAM.

"Oah!"

Ouch. I hit something forcefully.

Or rather, someone.

So I'm sure you guys very well know who Anna's just jumped on ;) I will be updating frequently. Don't worry! Elsanna to come! I apologise for any mistakes. I would blame it on being bi-lingual. But at the end of the day, we are all human. We all make mistakes :) Make love not war peoples!