"Elsa?" The voice on the other side of the door was soft, hesitant. At her desk, Elsa looked up at the sound of her name, but remained silent. She stared at the door with an intensity only made fiercer by the icy blue of her eyes.
There was a sigh from the other side of the door. "I know you're in there." The pleading tone turned into a muffled sarcastic mumble. Elsa barely caught the words "where else would you be," before the soft hesitance resumed. "Elsa, whatever it is, I can probably help with. Just let me in."
A pause. Elsa stood, taking a hesitant step towards the door.
"Please, Elsa."
Another step.
"Please just let me in."
She was almost at the door now, just a few more steps.
The voice fell silent. Elsa closed the distance between her and the door, laying the palm of her hand flat against the smooth wooden surface, oblivious to the circle of frost appearing below her hand. Suddenly exhausted, she rested her forehead softly against the door. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, anything, but the words refused to come.