Why hello, Frozen fans! This is my first Frozen fanfic, so I do hope that you will all enjoy it! This will be done on a weekly update basis, every Saturday! Like, 95% of this is already written, so there should be no real barriers to updating for a long time!

Enjoy!

Elsa got out of her truck, feeling the cool air blow through her braid as she took in the sight of her new work. The late summer breeze of New Hampshire is a welcome change from where she used to work, and she lets it waft over her, masking the irrefutably soul rending uncertainty she was going through.

Elsa Frost has graduated from university with her undergraduate degree in athletic counseling and management in three years, then gotten her Masters in athletic compliance and sports management in a year and a half. At twenty two years old, she was already set up to be extremely successful. If only life felt like working out that way.

She had immediately been offered a job at a school in Ohio upon graduation, and she took it so fast that she didn't take the time to make sure that she was cut out for it. Or even what it was. She was essentially thrown into the Head of Student Compliance job in an athletic department that was simply riddled with countless NCAA violations and investigations. She had spent all of a week there when a coach told her, in confidence, that she had been hired so quickly because the former head had quit because of all the violations.

She wasted absolutely no time in getting out of that job and into a much more manageable one at a Division II school in South Carolina. Admittedly, it was a great position, and everyone that she had to deal with treated her with kindness and respect. Not that she particularly needed it, but the pay and benefits there were wonderful. She loved that job, but ultimately she couldn't bring herself to be comfortable with living in the south. If she was being honest, she hated the heat more than anything. Come on. Seventy five degrees on Christmas? No snow? There were kids swimming in the middle of the winter!

So, she quit her job there and had gone back north. All in all, her professional career as an athletic mentor for NCAA sports so far had amounted to nothing. Nothing. Luckily, a friend she had made in graduate school had become the athletic director at a Division I school in New Hampshire. He immediately called her and offered her a job there, no questions asked, no interview required. He apparently remembered her dedication and hard work while she interned with him in grad school. She had just arrived at the athletic complex for her first day.

She slung her bag over her shoulder and wrapped her arms around herself. She had chosen to wear black slacks and a simple teal blouse today. She dispensed with earrings and anything too flashy. She didn't want to come across as too snooty on her first day.

This building, or at least the address she was given, was the center of operations for the Arendelle University athletic department. The campus itself was snuggled away a few miles away from here, but this complex was simply huge. Softball fields, baseball fields, soccer fields, countless auxiliary fields, a huge football stadium and an impressive track made up the majority of space here.

This building was, if her local research was correct, lovingly referred to as "The Freeze." She didn't really understand the reference, but it might have something to do with the fact that the teams here were called the Arendelle Icemen. Or Icewomen, depending on the sport. The building itself contained most of the training rooms, the main weight-room, and all the athletic compliance offices, as well team offices for a lot of the sports. Apparently baseball and softball had their offices in their stadiums.

She knew that she would like that part of things immediately. It was always a good sign when the community was so involved with their school, and it was good that the athletes here were unified enough to have nicknames for their facilities.

She entered the building, and was immediately assaulted by the hallway that stood before her. Both sides of it were adorned with action shots of athletes in various sports. She viewed a beautiful soccer player, foot cocked and firing on a ball. There was a tennis player, tossing up the ball to be slammed down court. A pole vaulter clearing whatever height they were attempting. A pitcher in the middle of his delivery. A huge blonde gearing up for a discus throw.

"Elsa!" She was pulled from her inspection by a short, round man who was coming down the hall towards her. She smiled warmly at him, walking into the offered hug without a moments hesitation.

"It's great to see you, Kai!" She replied. Kai Gelfson was the man who had headed her internship at grad school, and he was also the reason she was here right now. He squeezed her for a few moments before letting her go.

"Safe drive I hope? Move in just fine?" He asked, heading down the hall. Elsa quickly fell into step with him.

"Oh yes. It feels nice to get away from that South Carolina heat!" She laughed. Kai rumbled a jolly laugh. Being such a large man, he was unfailingly kind and almost always happy.

"I bet! Well, welcome to the Freeze! Lets get you to your office and meet your co-workers!" She grinned her assent, following him through the halls. This place was a literal maze to her right now, and she hoped she was have time to figure out what was where before she had to begin working. As it always had, a giddy sort of childish excitement ran through her at the chance to meet new co-workers. She never knew what to expect. Would they be awesome, friendly people? Would they be terrible? The suspense was killing her. In a good way.

After working through several turns and halls that looked more like a parking garage, they entered a part that was carpeted with painted walls, fluorescent lights and scented plug ins. She could smell the pungent odor of hand sanitizer and leather mixed together with the weak scent from the old Glade dispensers. This was home for her.

Kai led her to a large room filled with tables, all arranged in different places, labeled study hall. There was a square of couches against one wall, and against the front wall, right next to the doors, were two cubicles, one being bare and empty. Sitting on the first table was a brown haired man wearing a casual suit. When she and Kai walked in, he jumped up.

"Kai, nice to see you again...and," His eyes settled on her and he smiled. "You must be Elsa." He made an exaggerated attempt at an old Victorian bow and flourish, looking utterly ridiculous. She had to seriously work to stifle the laugh that came to her lips.

"That's me. Elsa Frost. Nice to meet you."" She replied, offering a hand. He looked surprised and took her hand firmly, shaking it once.

"My name is Flynn Rider. I'm in the other cubicle. We're going to be partners in crime!" He laughed, giving her an evil smirk. Elsa placed her hand over her mouth, stifling a giggle. At least the person she would be spending most of her time with seemed like a normal human being. He had a reasonably ridiculous sense of humor too, if that smirk and the attempted bow were anything to go off of.

"I will leave you two to get better acquainted. Flynn, do me a favor and give Elsa a tour of the Freeze, and this time, get the new girl a map!" He shook a finger at Flynn, a playfully stern look on his face. The mentor laughed and swore that he would, the two of them heading out the door together. She stepped into her cubicle, putting her bag down on the desk.

She had brought her own laptop, which was top of the line already, but she thought that she would be using a desktop or something here, the only thing on her desk right now was a tablet. She had used tablets, but never at a school that she had worked at. Not even when she was interning in grad school.

Her chair was leather, and she let out a dreamy sigh as she sat on it. It felt like she was sitting on a cloud, her body sinking into the chair as it fit her petite body shape. The desk, a dark, polished, wooden affair was smooth and looked new, and had a small divider wall with Flynn's cubicle and the rest of the room.

Beside the tablet was a cup full of pens, all blue and white with the word Icemen up the side. There was a box of pencils, a stapler that came with three boxes of extra staples. Next to that was a big box of rubber bands, a box of paper clips and next to that a single key. She picked it up, staring at it like it held unlimited secrets.

A tapping scared the life out of her, and she let out a girlish squeal, whipping around. Flynn stood there, his hands up in defense. "Oops! Sorry to scare you!" He laughed. She took a few moments to regain control of her breathing. Flynn waited before tapping a large drawer in her desk. "That key is to your personal drawer."

She pushed the key in and unlocked it, pulling it open. She was pleasantly surprised to see how much space was in there. She looked curiously at the other office supplies arranged so carefully on her desk.

"I did that," Flynn admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I wanted you to be able to organize your stuff how you like it..."

She shot a quick look at him. He was really cute when he rubbed his hair like that and looked at with those big eyes. She hoped...oh no. She hoped he wasn't hitting on her already!

"Er...thanks..." She said awkwardly. They sat in silence for a mere second before he clapped his hands together.

"Alright! Well, let me give you the grand tour!" The grand tour took exactly ten minutes. He showed her where the bathrooms were, where Kai's office was and where the photocopier and break room was. Once there, he gifted her a map of the Freeze, and she could immediately see the pattern of the halls. She would learn it all in a week.

"Yeah, there isn't really all that much need to know that this is the break-room. You and I can take our breaks in the cubicles. But..." He danced up to the large, glass paned machine, filled to the brim with chips and other such snacks. Next to it was another machine with a large coke bottle on the front. Flynn put on a dramatic show of swinging his arms in front of the machines. "The vending machines are here! All the wonderful sugar-packed treats that make dealing with needy athletes all day worth it!" She couldn't resist this time and laughed at his antics. So far, this was looking like a dream job. They went back to the study room talking amiably about little things.

"So, what's the deal with this tablet?" She asked, poking it anxiously. She knew how to use them. She just...didn't. Her computer was far more powerful a tool.

"Oh, that's not exactly going to be your weapon of choice. Or it might be, I don't know. Let me explain what is going to happen here when the herds of the mighty frosh mob descend upon us."

"Excuse me? The mighty frosh mob? What's that?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow at the divider. It was tall enough that she couldn't see him even if she was standing. She would have to get used to just talking to him over it.

"That's what I call the freshmen every year. Primarily, you and I are athlete mentors. The freshmen of every sport, whom I lovingly refer to as the frosh mob, have to go through standard study hall hours in order to be eligible. About ninety percent of who we deal with on a regular basis are freshmen. Sometimes, there will be second semester freshmen, and even upperclassmen in here for study hours, but mostly freshman," He came around and leaned his chin on the shorter divider between her and the rest of the room. He put two fingers on the top of it and walked them down.

"So, the frosh come in and say 'Ohmigosh, Elsaaaaaa! Can you sign me in, pleaseeee?'" She broke out in laughter as his voice raised to a pitch that he clearly believed imitated an eighteen year old girl. "So, you hand them the tablet-which, by the way, you will have to keep securely fastened to your person at all times because it is their lifeblood and they will try to steal it-and make them sign in with their student ID number. They get put in the system and their hours begin ticking off. That, really, is the only use of the tablet. And games. Can't forget games."

She nodded, still giggling, and picked it up, bringing up the homepage. She held it up to him, and he pointed at an icon. "Right there, Study Hall." She clicked it, and a roster opened up, along with a clock. It showed a spot to sign in, along with a box that would show who is signed in already.

"Now!" He flung himself over the first table and slumped into a chair, throwing his feet on the table and hanging his head back over the chair. "If you see any student in here doing anything other than studying, you kick 'em out faster than...well...faster than something. But you kick 'em out! This room is your castle, and you are the Queen!"

"The Queen?" She asked in amusement. He waggled his eyebrows and gave her charming smile.

"That makes me the King..."

"Oh, shut up!" She snorted before clamping a hand over her mouth, her eyes flicking to Flynn. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! You can't say stuff like that on day one! Come on Elsa! "I...I'm sorry..." She murmured.

"Sorry? Not at all, Elsa! I'm just having fun. That's my watchword. Work isn't work if it's fun!" She smiled into her hand, glad that she had already, on day one, become so...comfortable. She would normally have never said something like that to someone. She had loved working down South Carolina and she thought that everything there was just awesome, but she hadn't been super close to anyone there. Not even this close, and she hadn't really even worked here yet.

"Seriously though. This is your-and my-domain. You are the authority in here. Don't let anyone try to test their luck," For the first time since she met him, Flynn actually looked downright serious. "They will try to brush you off. Don't let them. Stand your ground." His eyes narrowed dangerously thin, and for a moment, Elsa thought that this was code for something, or that he was inherently evil.

"Of course, you just have to threaten to tell their coach and they become all 'I'm like super-super sorry! Please don't tell coach! I'll have to run!'" He fell to his knees in front of her chair, clapping his hands together as if in prayer. He got back to his feet and immediately assumed a thinking pose, his hand on his chin and his eyes raised up as if looked at some artifact. "You know, it's funny. Division I athletes are supposed to be athletic, but they all hate running...it's a conundrum..."

"Do you know what conundrum means?" She spluttered through her laughs. He shook his head.

"Nah. Too many syllables."

"So...eligibility? Compliance?" She ventured knowingly, unable to hide her smirk. He snapped to attention, giving her a military salute.

"The very watchwords of my life, your highness!" He marched, stiff legged back to his desk before bursting into laughter. Elsa shared his laugh, already thanking whatever higher power had led her here. An hour into her first day and she already loved it.

So, what did you think? I know this is a little bland on details and all that, but it'll pick up, I promise! Have a great weekend and week!