Hi everyone, this is my first shot at an Elsanna story, I hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: No ownership over Frozen


"Elsa…Elsa!" The repeated sound of her name brought Elsa back to reality. She had been staring out the window at the snow falling, pretending to be somewhere else, away from her father.

"Father?" she asked turning back to face him, unconsciously smoothing the elegant black dress she was wearing.

"God, Elsa, I've been preparing you your whole life for this and you've been dozing off all day. What's going on?" Agdar was a tall man, with strong features and a self confidence about him that could make anybody doubt themselves. He had raised Elsa on his own since her mother had left them when Elsa was only five; because of this, he had worked hard to make sure her only daughter turned into a poised, intelligent and well rounded woman. And now, as they stood inside the room that would become Elsa's office waiting for the firm's lawyer to arrive he wondered what was going on through her daughter's head. He had never been a sentimental person and just the idea of asking Elsa if something was wrong made him uncomfortable so he didn't push further when the blonde didn't answer. He walked over to one of the bookcases on the other side of the room and looked over the titles. He heard Elsa sigh and knew she had turned back to the window. He knew the girl was not completely happy about the situation but he also knew she would thank him one day. She would realize everything he'd done for her and the amazing opportunity he had given her, how he had positioned her to have the best life she could ever hope for. After all, he had built it all for her.

Elsa stood at the window, her hands carefully poised on the window sill. Something about the coolness of it helped her relax. The snow was falling lightly outside and she could barely see any movement in the street below. A young couple holding hands was walking while they kept their bodies pressed together, most likely trying to stay warm. Elsa wanted more than anything to be out there. She wanted to feel the snowflakes on her skin, she wanted to escape this corporate world her father had so intricately involved her in and yet she knew it would devastate him to do it. All her life, she had been mentally trained for this one moment. She had been sent to the top private schools in the country; always having personal tutors to help her study, or as her father liked to say, to get ahead of the race. She had started taking college courses by the time she was 15 and was also attending board meetings with her father by that time. Now, at 23, she already had an MBA from an Ivy League University and yet she felt as if she had been losing so much time. All those extracurricular activities that meant, not only joining debate and entrepreneurship clubs but also practicing arts and sports since her father pointed out that only this would help her develop herself as a person in full so, aside from all the academical demands, she had spent hours and hours taking violin lessons, practicing several sports (of course, nothing that put her in too much risk of getting hurt), painting, singing, learning how to act during business meetings, speaking more than three languages and, although she had expected her father to relax a little when she went away to college, his demands had never been harder. She needed to work on her social skills networking with teachers and students "of her stature" as her father said. They had fights over her choice of friends and he would always end up winning. It wasn't long before there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Agdar's deep voice carried throughout the room. A girl, not much older than Elsa, stepped into the room discretly.

"Sir, Mr. Andrews is here," she said referring to the lawyer.

"Thank you. Send him in." Elsa recognized the polite but dry tone in her father's voice. This had been what she had grown up knowing. The girl nodded simply and walked out. Then the lawyer walked in with a smile on his face. He looked over at Elsa and then headed on to shake Adgar's hand.

"Sir," he said.

"Mr. Andrews, I hope you didn't have any trouble with the snow out there," Agdar said.

"Fortunately, the storm seems to be holding off."

"Right, well then, let's get to it so we can let you go back home before it hits." Elsa's heart suddenly started beating faster, she knew fate was about to run into her and although she knew her father had been planning this for all those years, she still didn't feel sure about sealing her future this way. The words her father had just said resonated in her mind. Of course, he wanted to send Mr. Andrews off but he meant to stay and work until late at night, as he usually did, and of course, it was the least he expected from Elsa and the rest of his workers as well. Signing those papers the lawyer had in the briefcase he was placing over the desk meant this firm, this life was all she could expect for her future. She looked at her father and wondered if he was really happy living like this. She knew she wouldn't be, but what good was it to try to fight against her father's wishes and demands? She knew all too well that it had never worked out in the past.

"Elsa, come over." The demand in her father's voice made her move without even thinking.

"Well, Miss Winter, will you be celebrating later today?" Mr. Andrews asked trying to lighten the tense mood in the room

"I think celebrations should come later on, once she's proved she can actually manage things." Agdar cut in before Elsa could even answer.

"Well, I believe young people deserve the chance to let loose every now and then, after all, we're only young once, right?" the lawyer said smiling as he looked up from the papers he was pulling out and smiled at the businessman. Elsa knew they had known each other for a while and she wondered if he knew something about his father that they weren't willing to share with her.

"Yes, well, I believe that young people who have someone to lead and mentor them have a much better chance of being successful." He said glancing over at Elsa briefly.

"Alright well, just as you asked, a cease of 30% of the assets to Elsa's name. If you'd like to look it over once more…" Mr. Andrews handed Agdar the papers.

"Thank you," he said taking the papers. He sat down behind the desk and put on the glasses that were sitting on it. He began to read, a frown of concentration forming on his brow. Elsa looked at him and then at the lawyer. She knew her father never signed a contract before reading the whole thing and considering the amount of pages on it, she knew it would take a while. "Elsa? Are not going to sit down and read the contract as well?" he said without even looking up. Mr. Andrews hurriedly pulled a copy of the contract from the briefcase and offered it. Elsa walked carefully towards it, knowing that every step was drawing her closer to giving up whatever dream she might have for herself. She took the bunch of papers and sat down on the other side of the desk. Her eyes kept going over the same passage over and over. This was not right; she felt a tightness in her throat, a heavy weight on her chest. Yes, she might have been brought up knowing she would one day own the billion dollar worth corporation but that did not mean she wanted to. All she wanted was to have a chance at being happy before it was too late. She turned a page, pretending she was done reading the first one but her mind kept racing. She should just stand up and walk out the door. She could figure things out, she always had, and this was not the only option, right? But for her father, it was. Although he was not an easy person to read, she knew he had devoted his life to this company and he wanted her to have a part in it. Although he had never expressed his pride for his daughter, she knew he must have been please, he wouldn't be offering something like this if he wasn't. But if she didn't speak up now, there would be no way to do it later, her life would have to be devoted to the company, there would be no way out of it once the papers were signed. She needed to say something. She really needed to speak up. She turned another page. Her heart raced. Her father would go crazy, she knew him well enough to know that. Could she? Could she shatter up every dream he had for her? Every hope? Everything he'd worked so hard to accomplish? One day, you'll understand that you've been living his life, not yours, and I just hope that when that day comes, it's not too late for you to begin your own. Someone she had loved had said those words to her and they suddenly came back to her mind. Although she had discarded them at the time, sure about the fact that even though she'd do anything to please her father, she was also enjoying herself, she now knew they were true.

"Elsa?" her father asked. He had finished reading and had already signed the set of papers in his possession. He offered them to Elsa for her to sign.

"Father I…" she struggled to find the right words to express what she was feeling.

"Sign Elsa." It was an order, a simple order, requesting a scribble on paper, but it suddenly felt like he was asking her to sign her death sentence.

"I can't," she said simply. The expression on her father's eyes would haunt her for way too long but somehow she gathered the strength to stand up, grab her purse and walk out of the room as her heels clacked on the marble floors that led all the way out to the street.

"Elsa!" she heard her father shout once he had recovered from the initial shock.

"Shall I ask for your car Miss Winter?" the receptionist asked as she ran after Elsa.

"No, thanks Rapunzel, I think I will walk."

"But it's freezing outside…" the girl insisted as she looked over the outfit Elsa was wearing. Surely it was not a good idea to go walking on the snow with those heels. Noticing the expression on the girl's face, Elsa gave it a second thought.

"You're right Rap, thanks for always looking out for me," she said in a much kinder tone. The girl just smiled and walked over to her desk to call the valet and ask for Elsa's car.

"Elsa, get back here!" Her father's voice echoed on the hall. And Elsa almost turned around and walked back into that office, but she had made a decision and if she had learned something from her father it was that she should stand by her decisions so she stayed where she was and hoped it didn't take too long for her car to arrive.

"He doesn't sound in the best of moods," Rapunzel tried to be nice, although they were not friends, she had seen Elsa work around the office and she knew how demanding her father was so she could only imagine how hard things must have been for the girl all her life.

"I think he won't be in a very good mood for a while…sorry about that."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Thanks but…I think I just need to get out of here before he comes barging out of that office and tries to drag me back in there."

"Right umm…yeah, your car should be here in no time, let me call again."

"Thanks, I think I'll wait outside." Elsa waved politely to Rapunzel and walked out. The wind seemed to be picking up and it flapped her dress while she waited. She shivered; it wasn't that she was cold but she felt scared to death. A part of her expected her father to walk out any minute and demand an explanation, another part of her knew that her father must have seen this coming and had probably pushed her to sign as soon as possible so she could not back out but things had clearly not worked out his way. It wasn't long before her brand new Audi Q5 SUV came into view. The valet opened the door for her and closed it after she got in. She hurriedly put on her seatbelt and drove off trying to get her father's expression and his voice out of her head. She felt a small smile form in her lips as she realized that for the first time in forever, she felt like she could do anything.