The sun broke through the blinds, aimed directly in the eyes of the blond laying in her bed. With a groan, she pulled the pillow over her head. Too early for this shit. She thought to herself. She really needed to stop staying out so damn late. True, the reason was worthwhile, but her mornings were beginning to be the bane of her existence. Images of the previous night began to flood her mind, making the blond moan at the memory. It had been a well spent night, indeed. She had been able to recall the smell and taste of a certain...

A loud knocking on her door broke her from her thoughts. "Elsa?" came a timid voice, muffled by the barrier of the door.

"What?" Elsa snapped, not enjoying the unwelcome interruption.

"Sorry to wake you, but you have some meetings that actually require your presence today," came the small voice.

"Alright, alright, I'm up," she sighed, sitting up, and throwing her legs over the side of the bed. "You can come in, Olaf," she yawned.

The door opened to reveal a short, young man. His hair was black and stuck out every which way, his eyes, so dark, they almost matched his hair. He wasn't much in the way of muscle, yet he was important to Elsa's everyday life. He kept track of her schedule, whom she had to meet with that day, how long she had for meetings, how long she could spend her personal time, and how long she was awarded time to take care of other business. He had no idea how Elsa spent her later hours of the night, and she was determined to keep the young man in the dark on that particular subject.

Olaf approached Elsa cautiously, carrying a tray in his unsteady hands. "Good morning, Elsa," he greeted with his normal cheer. "Lots to do today, I'm afraid. You have a meeting at the butcher's, a meeting with the Lords, and a meeting with that awful man from last week," he paused, thinking. "I've forgotten his name, though." He placed the tray on Elsa's bedside table, taking the cup of steaming liquid from it, and handing it to the woman across from him.

"Honestly, Olaf," Elsa sighed. "If you can't remember his name, how in the hell am I going to know what to call him? Some assistant you are."

The man was unfazed and gave a warm chortle. "It's Hans... something or other," he responded. "You really should sleep more, Elsa. You look terrible."

"Thanks," Elsa rolled her eyes. "I'll be ready in an hour. Be sure everyone knows they have something to do today," she narrowed her eyes. "Wouldn't want the boys to get soft and start thinking they don't have to work for their pay."

"You got it, Snow Queen," Olaf smiled and bounced out of the room.

Yeah, way too early for this shit. Elsa sighed, taking a swig of the brew in her hands.

Once she had showered and readied herself for the day, Elsa was fully awake. She had hated wearing suits when she first came into her profession, but she had to admit that they grew on her, and they didn't look half bad either. She donned her all black pant suit today, a white blouse beneath her jacket. She wore her hair in her signature braid, draped over her shoulder. Oh, she was feminine, definitely, but she liked to wear her more masculine clothing when addressing her business partners. It added just the right amount of flirtation and power that she thrived on.

She traveled down the halls of her mansion, located on the outskirts of the city she owned, nodding to various people that crossed her path. Her parents had left her the estate after their passing. Most had called it an accident, though Elsa knew the truth of it. Her father had been a weak man, trying to make friends and allies in the wrong places. The house flourished under Elsa's control, and she had only controlled the interests for the past seven years. At twenty-five, she was the youngest crime boss in the city. A knowing grin spread across her lips as she recalled her rise to power, only to be interrupted by Olaf stepping in her path.

"You said an hour," he whined. "It's been an hour and fifteen minutes!"

"They will wait, Olaf, I assure you," Elsa said coolly. She adjusted the cuffs of her suit jacket before following the energetic man to the front doors. "Did you take care of the affairs here?"

"Of course!" Olaf laughed. "You think I would let you leave this house without your orders put in place?"

"Very well," Elsa said, descending the steps to the car parked below. "Let's get this over with," she growled.

"There hasn't been too many people coming in to get meat from my little shop," the man's voice shook. "They prefer to go to places that provide less quality for cheaper prices."

Elsa rubbed her temples, clearly frustrated. "You really think I care about that? You think I care how many people come in to your little shop? I do you these favors and you repay me with nothing but excuses." Her cold eyes leveled on the man. Her blue eyes resembled ice chips when she had meetings such as this. One couldn't be sympathetic when dealing with business partners, you had to be the enforcer. She had to be the Snow Queen. "You have a week to come up with the money owed," she stated, indicating an end to the discussion.

"B-b-but, Ms. Frost," the man stuttered. "How am I supposed to come up with that?"

"Plus twenty-percent interest," Elsa said, her tone cold.

"Twenty!" the shop owner exclaimed.

"Unless you prefer I remove you from my employment?" her tone was dangerous. No one spoke back to her, not if they valued their life. "The extra twenty-percent is for your failure to provide payment on time. Now, sir," Elsa said, standing. "We are finished here. My men will return next week to collect payment, or," she let the sentence hang in the air, before turning, and leaving the butcher shop.

Olaf was standing by her car, holding the door open, a smile ever present on his lips. "How did it go?"

Elsa sighed, sliding into the backseat of the car. "I thought this job would have more perks to it, Olaf. Turns out that I mainly talk about the most boring shit of my life to these people."

The man chortled and said, "Well, your next meetings should be better than this." He shut the door as he slid into the seat beside her.

I certainly hope so. She thought to herself. God, I can't wait for tonight. A sly smile stretched across her lips as the car took off to its next destination.