A/N: So sorry for the late update on the next chapter. Classes have been taking up quite a bit of my time and this was a bit of a difficult chapter to write for myself. It took me some time to actually compose it and I couldn't figure out any other way to accomplish this. After a few attempts though I'm rather pleased with the end result.

Not as much Elsa or Anna in here - the title of the chapter kind of explains it all. Enjoy nonetheless~


7:15 AM

Knock, knock, knock.

"Yes? Come in," called Elsa as she clasped the first earring in place. Her butler came in once more with a surprised expression. That was new.

"Ma'am, I believe Miss Aefent has arrived already."

"Wait - she's already arrived Kai?" Elsa rose to her feet and strode over quickly to the door, mirroring her butler's astonishment. If Chrone was already at their doorsteps, that meant she had already risen, showered, dressed, and found her way over to their estate which was a good ten to fifteen minute drive from where she lived. Either she was an early bird or just knew time management better than herself. And here she was not even out of her own bedroom yet. "What is she going to do for the next bloody fifteen minutes? We won't leave until then."

"I insisted she wait in the foyer at the least - she seemed keen on staying outside for now. Said something about the cold not bothering her." Well that's one thing we have in common, thought Elsa as she descended the stairs to the main entrance. Maybe she could convince her to step inside for a few minutes.

When Kai pulled open the doors, a blast of crisp, morning air greeted her and blew her bangs from her face for a moment. She had her hair done in a regal-type of braid twisted into a bun for meetings such as these. Indeed Chrone waited outside on - wait, was that a motorcycle?

"Good morning Miss Aefent." The raven-haired woman turned her head in Elsa's direction and she watched her bow her head in greeting. The platinum blond descended the stairs to meet the bodyguard. "I heard from my butler you wish to stay out here?"

"Well I wouldn't want to intrude. It is your home after all and in the wee hours of the morning. I figured many in the household are still asleep?"

"I believe you are more than capable of causing enough noise standing in the foyer to wake a hibernating bear." Elsa smirked when the woman failed to come up with a response and tilted her head in the direction of the front doors. "Kai has been a long time family friend. His decisions are equal to our own, and he meant to extend a kind hand. We're departing shortly, feel free to step inside to warm yourself up for a few minutes if you'd like." The offer didn't fall this time and when she retreated back into the warmth of the mansion, she was more or less pleased to find that the body guard followed.

"So why on earth did you take a motorcycle?" The platinum blond woman glanced over at Chrone while slipping on her coat.

"I didn't see it necessary to bring a larger vehicle."

"It's uncommon for people to ride motorcycles and more so for body guards. Many would be driving something along the lines of a Hummer. Or some muscular vehicle of the sort." Elsa froze when she felt a hand on her shoulder and twisted her upper body to see the raven-haired woman doing something to her coat. It didn't seem to faze her that she had her hands on the CEO as her distracted sapphires were more interested in their current task.

"Would you find it more suitable I drive around such a vehicle then?"

"I couldn't imagine you driving one honestly. Something small better suits your image. Um…" Elsa shrugged her shoulders uncomfortably. Not that she minded the gentle fingers pressing comfortingly into the nape of her neck. "Do you mind?"

Chrone paused in the middle of her work and she realized what she had been doing. She pulled her hands away, her head bowed low as she stepped back to give Elsa some space. "Er, sorry. Reflex. Your collar was flipped inwards."

"Thank you for your consideration, don't worry about it." Elsa gave her a reassuring smile, retrieving her briefcase from one of the servants. She checked her watch and sighed - they would have to leave early regardless. Elsa never did like being too early to meetings since that meant she spent more time in the corporate building. "I take you've memorized the schedule?"

Chrone nodded. "Yes."

Elsa unlatched her watch and tossed it over to Chrone, who caught it with a surprising amount of caution. "Synchronize any clock you have on yourself with my watch. Keep those times in mind. We'll depart in a few."

"Understood." Once she finished setting her watch, she handed Elsa her watch back and stepped out of the mansion. The platinum blond woman pulled off her coat and checked the collar to see if Chrone had put some kind of tracking device on it or something similar, but found absolutely nothing on it. So she was just being nice...


7:39 AM

"Ma'am, I'm going to need you to step to the side." Oh what now…

Chrone stepped away from the x-ray scanner and raised her arms up in the customary method of the hand scanner. She had placed her badge, phone, watch, belt, and gun into the tray. If there was any sort of metal left on her, she would be damned if someone found a way to get it on her without her knowing. When handheld scanner hovered over her chest, the security guards had their firearms out and at the ready. It had gone off in a blaring alarm and she raised her hands in the air. Shit… forgot about that…

"Ma'am, I need you to remove your coat."

When she refused to move an inch, the commanding voice repeated the demand once more to no avail. Exasperated, she rounded on her heels upon the source of her current irritation."I am not going to degrade myself. I am a woman and I'm plenty sure you'd be seen as a hero forcing her to strip in a public location." She glared at the man at the desk who merely returned the offending gesture. When she realize they would go nowhere with this, her composure broke and her shoulders slumped. Were people always this nosy into other's business? She motioned for one of nearby security guards over, giving him an exasperated look. "I'm not going to blather about my medical history for the news press."

When the man came close enough, she leaned in and whispered in hushed tones. "I have a temporary pacemaker in my chest. December 25th, eight years ago. Know the date?" He nodded, still unsure what to make of it all. She simply stood and waited as the spotlight now turned to him when she had given him the information. Slowly, but surely, his face turned from confused to shocked and he completely lowered his gun.

"Apologies, I had no idea." He bowed out and motioned for all the other guards to lower their weapons. "She's clear, have her name on the exceptions list in the system." He pulled off his hat and smiled apologetically. "Godspeed ma'am."

By the time Chrone found her way upstairs after getting her stuff back together, Elsa had already arranged some files on her side of the conference table. No one had arrived just yet and she had to wonder if there was even a meeting at all.

The platinum haired woman glanced up once in surprise to see Chrone stepping through the doors just now. She had almost mistaken her for someone else - she thought the older woman had been right behind her. "You took a while. Some trouble?"

"Faulty scanners and it's a long trip to the fiftieth floor, ma'am," Chrone replied, taking a moment to observe her surroundings. Simple conference room, nothing outstanding or suspicious about it. Tables looked simple and clean enough - nothing could be concealed here. She checked the potted plants in the room and the ceiling, prompted a pair of confused eyes to follow her wherever she went. "Um… habit…" she mumbled, stopping in her tracks and rubbing the back of her neck unconsciously.

"Habit?" Elsa raised an eyebrow, silently demanding an explanation.

"I take my job too seriously."

"I noticed." The platinum blond woman rose from her seat and beckoned for Chrone to follow. She poured the both of them some coffee and offered a mug to the tense bodyguard. "Relax, it's just a boring company meeting. There won't be any assassination attempts or bombings here. How do you take your coffee?"

Chrone shook her head, accepting the mug anyway. "I don't drink coffee. If I do, usually two sugars."

Elsa paused in the middle of stirring in her own sugar and gave a disgusted face. "Two? Damn you must like it black."

The raven-haired woman shrugged and she took an experimental sip of her coffee after adding in her sugar. The grimace on her face coupled with coughing brought out a few giggles from the platinum-blond woman. "Ugh, that is bitter." She swallowed thickly and reached over to add more of the sweetener in her mug. "I don't mind it bitter, but you might as well be swallowing coffee beans themselves."

Elsa leaned against the serving station, sipping at her own steaming drink. "The coffee they have here is quite strong. Though I prefer chocolate over coffee honestly. A trait my sister and I shared since we were kids."

Chrone raised an eyebrow. "Milk or dark?"

"I enjoy dark, Anna loves milk. Actually anything with a lot of sugar or chocolate in it. How she never gets a sugar rush is beyond me."

"Chocolate's a luxury for me," commented the bodyguard as she drank her now bearable coffee. "Never had the space to indulge myself. I do appreciate a good mocha every now and then. Otherwise I stick with tea, and less often coffee."

Elsa appeared thoughtful for a moment. "Anna's right - you really are different."

"So I've been told twice now."

"It's refreshing." Elsa took herself back to her chair and slid into it easily, rifling through some papers and setting them in order. "You're filling for a position as a bodyguard, but anyone could mistaken you for a normal person."

Normal… I'm… normal? "I believe I'm being rather cliche, but never judge a book by its cover."

"True in every right." She leaned back and let her gaze settle on Chrone who had purposely kept her eyes averted. "Do you mind if I make an observation?"

"I don't see the harm in doing so."

Elsa furrowed her brows together, pulling together her thoughts. "If I were a third party meeting you for the first time, I'd say you were an eccentric, wealthy doctor or lawyer. Of course I would be biased in my judgement because women do not wear suits like men, however from the fact it looks well tailored I would assume you hired a fitter. You have this sense of calm around you, but your eyes are constantly darting about which could give two ideas: one - you're hiding something or two - it would be hard to try and let something slip past your notice. Your posture shows that you humble yourself, but your facial features define strength and discipline. Given those two faint scars, I could make a guess that you've been in some major accident or fight and because you don't cover them up with any kind of makeup, they indicate that it was of a minor accident that doesn't bother you."

"An astute observation, Miss Kellingsworth." Really, Chrone had been impressed with this woman's perception of her. "However, none of which is true given my expertise."

Elsa smiled. "Elsa, do call me Elsa. I like you already."

Chrone returned the smile with a crooked grin. "Likewise, just call me Chrone."


10:00 AM

Elsa was relieved to be able to stretch her legs when the meeting broke for brunch and she gathered the strewn papers across her desk as executives filed out of the room for the lunchroom below. The raven-haired woman surprised her with handing her coat and accepted it gratefully. "I hope the meeting hasn't bore you thus far?" She herself had been tempted to pick up her pen and doodle on the papers after listening to old men barf out excessive amounts of information in monotonous voices.

"From a professional standpoint, it's quite intriguing to see how people try to work out a compromise." Chrone gave Elsa some space as she rose to pull her coat on. "But from a normal perspective, and pardon my language, it's really fucking boring."

"'tis the sacrifice I must make for the sake of my beloved company," Elsa mimicked in an English voice, drawing a bemused smile from her bodyguard. Now that was something to look at. "I don't mind the meetings, but they take up far too much time in a day. It would be better to have people sleep on ideas and deals instead of arguing for hours on end resulting in fruitless gatherings."

"It can't be helped I suppose." Chrone held the door open for Elsa, offering a bow and an outstretched hand. "Milady."

Elsa smiled and accepted the offer hand daintily, surprised by the cool tenderness that slid along her tips. "Why thank you, my prince. I'm guessing Anna brought you up to speed on the nickname?"

THe raven-haired woman laughed merrily, her voice as soothing as a gentle stream. Everything seemed to just flow right along with this woman no matter if it came to business management or mundane things like nicknames. She pressed the button for the elevator and leaned against the wall while they waited. "Yes, not more than after an hour after I met you yesterday."

"Speaking of which…" Elsa glanced down at her watch and pat Chrone on the back. She entered the elevator when the doors opened and turned out expectantly, a glint in her eyes that threw Chrone off. "My sister's expecting you in fifteen minutes. I suggest you get going."

What? "Get going? Wait, I know I'm just for show, but I still have a j-"

"And I will be perfectly capable of taking care of myself in the span of a couple of hours." She stepped inside and turned to faced the befuddled bodyguard. A smile crossed her lips as she gave a small salute. "Good luck, soldier."

But before Chrone could even ask, the elevator doors had closed on her. She sighed and glanced down at her watch, silently cursing herself as she bolted for the stairs. Stairs down fifty -fucking - floors.


10:13 AM

"Ah, Miss Aefent. Miss Anna was just asking for - are you alright?" The butler took in the sight of a haggard bodyguard in front of him who looked like she just ran a marathon. Her breaths came in short spurts and her clothes had been blown about haphazardly. "Miss Aefent?"

"Huh?" Semi glazed eyes directed themselves up to Kai and Chrone remembered where she was. "Sorry, yes. I had the unfortunate experience of flying down fifty floors and speeding here in fifteen minutes time." Kai stared at her incredulously - going down that many flights of stairs that quickly was unheard of.

Just then a cheery voice popped in from around the corner. "Kai, is she here yet?"

"Yes, and a bit worse for the wear." He stepped aside as Anna came up to them, leaving the door open to return to his own business.

"I apologize for my less than desirable appearance," Chrone started, running a hand through her semi-short, tousled hair. Anna bit the edge of her lip as she drank in the sight of the woman. Unlike the presentable, respectful woman from yesterday, she completely flipped that around and turned into a complete sexy mess. And that was coming from a straight girl. Oh how the hell will Elsa keep her hands to herself with this?

"Um, that's perfectly okay. I mean, it's okay to be in a rush. My sister can be unreasonable sometimes and I'm usually never on time to things myself. Um, not that it's a bad thing, I just tend to lose track of time and forget some stuff. I mean I'm not always late for everything, it just happens sometimes since I sleep in quite often. You know, gotta get that beauty rest."

"And I noticed you tend to ramble when you're nervous."

Anna immediately ceased her blathering and turned as red as her hair. She ducked her head shyly, nervousness knotting her stomach uncomfortably. "I-is it really that obvious?"

"As obvious as a reindeer in the middle of a funeral." Chrone offered a reassuring smile and Anna had to stop herself from keeping her eyes on those lips any longer. She's only trying to be nice to you Anna. Stop it! This is your personal bodyguard! Okay, a really hot bodyguard, but still!

"So.. why did Elsa send me to look for you?" Oh, a first name basis now? Well that was fast.

"Um… Well I'm supposed to meet with my boyfriend later, but there's a few things that we kind of need to do today."

"We?"

Anna nodded as if the answer was so obvious. "Elsa didn't tell you?" Judging from the silence, she knew the answer right away. Sighing, she pushed past Chrone and tugged her on her sleeve. "I'll explain on the w - you ride a motorcycle?"

Chrone sighed and rubbed her forehead, nodding. "Siblings really are alike."


A/N: I don't really have many comments for this chapter right at this instant. I did have some things planned out for the next couple of chapters but I think I might have to rework them in the grand scheme of things so I don't spend twenty chapters on one or two days. There is one thing I do have to point out that seems impossible:

1. One of my good buddies is a parkour stuntsman (if that's even the correct terminology) and I was able to convince him to help me test out how fast he could clear five flights of stairs. He managed that in about ten seconds, give or take two. How? At first I thought he would be just speeding down the stairs but instead of jumping down flights, he actually bounded between the railings on the way down. Logistically speaking, I don't know if it's possible for someone to even last that long going down fifty flights, but Chrone isn't an average human being either.

In any case though, feel free to leave comments or reviews on this chapter. I appreciate any constructive criticism so that way I can improve my style and make things more enjoyable. Hopefully.