With a soft thud Elsa's body landed on the plush cushions of the hotel suite high back couch. A deep sigh escaping her as she let her eyes flutter closed for the first time since leaving for the JFK airport 13 hours ago.

Her mind started to drift over the days events. Between the layover, traffic and several cups of burnt airport coffee, saying that it had been a long day seemed like an abysmal understatement to her as the clock nearly reached 7pm in the drizzly city of Seattle.

Her head tilted back, welcoming the support of the pillow behind her. It had been a long flight to Seattle from her home town in DC. And no matter how many times she's found herself taking this trip, it always seemed to take a little longer each visit to get to her hotel and get settled in.

It had only been a few minuets before her eyes opened at the sound and feel of her phone vibrating in her pants pocket. Groaning and rolling her eyes as she opened them, she reached for the device, deciding whether or not it was worth looking at or just tossing it to the other side of the couch. The screen lit up with a new text message.

Hey! how was the flight? Are you at the hotel yet? Did you get my email about your assistant while over there? What's the weather like?

"Olaf…." Elsa murmured under her breath, shaking her head as she brought her other hand up to her temple. she should have just tossed it... "I'm too tired to do 20 questions tonight" she mumbled, staring into the screen with contempt. He was one of the best assistants in the company and had known him personally for years, but sometimes the energy he expressed came in the form of endless questions that usually ended on a completely unrelated note.

Fine, yes, no, guess…

Send.

She didn't want to come across as clipped.. but, maybe being short sweet and to the point would dissuade him from trying to carry on tonight.

Her hand and phone dropped to her stomach, the other still rubbing her temple as she waited for a reply. It didn't take long for her mind to start drifting. short and sweet, hmmm... what she'd really like to do is displace a chocolate bar into her stomach right about now, a common practice on her out of town trips. Her hand stopped rubbing her temple as she imagined sweet thoughts of the creamy delight. which were just interrupted by a buzz.

That bad huh? Well… What about a massage? Those are nice! Have you had one before? Oh they are just to DIE for! Do you prefer lotion or oil? I like cream personally, especially the scented ones!

A massage? At this hour? Would they still be open this late?

Elsa's mind buzzed at the idea of getting a massage. Her gaze at the message blurring…

It had been a long day... Come to think of it, if she had been home it would have been well into the morning hours, her body could feel the geographical displacement and time change settling into her muscles. She normally wasn't one for physical contact, especially what she would assume would be an hours worth in a dark room with someone she didn't know. The last massage she had took place several years ago in a busy airport, where she was clothed and the duration had to have only been 15 minuets, if that….

But the whole reason why she was even in Seattle in the first place was to look over a contract with another spa chain that wanted to strike a deal with her companies hotels.

So, she supposed it might be, at the very least, a worth while experience to draw from for tomorrows meeting.

Refocusing her vision, she typed back a quick response; her eyes flicking to the clock in the upper left corner of the screen as she hit send. 7:15

Hmmm, no, I haven't really…I suppose it couldn't hurt. No idea on the lotion.

With a slight huff Elsa sat up and shifted forward, sliding the phone into her jacket's pocket as she got up off the couch. Once on her feet it only took a second for the ache to settle into her feet, shoulders and back. Ouch, maybe this will be just what I need after all…

Quickly she grabbed her purse and made her way down to the hotels' spa.