Anna was laying on the desk, propped up on one arm and staring at Elsa with an intense gaze.
For some reason, she was wearing a white button up shirt and a green mini-skirt. A really mini skirt. Elsa could see her black thong. Her hair was loose and was draped over her shoulders and across the desk.
"You're hot," Elsa said. Why did she say that? She should be asking why Anna was on the desk. Or running away in terror.
"It is really hot in here," Anna replied in a sultry voice. She stretched out, laying on her back across the phone and laptop. It began to rain. "That's better."
Anna's shirt was becoming see-through. She wasn't wearing a bra.
"Will you help me out of this thing?" she asked, pouting. "I can't wear something that's wet to the meeting."
Some part of the comment made perfect sense to Elsa's muddled mind. She walked over and began to unbutton Anna's shirt. Then her skirt.
Why am I undressing her? How did it even rain in the office?
She pulled the clothes off of her until Anna was laying naked. Her entire body was covered in adorable freckles. Elsa touched a constellation of them on Anna's hip. Anna grabbed her and and pulled Elsa toward her.
Elsa climbed on top of Anna, her knees resting in soft pillowy sheets on either side of Anna. They were on her bed at home. She leaned down to kiss Anna, tasting her lovely pink lips. Anna kissed her back, wrapping her arms around Elsa's neck.
Her father was standing next to the bed, looking over at them. "Elsa, I'm very disappointed in you," he said.
She woke up.
Anna hated mornings. Waking up was possibly the most horrible invention on the face of the earth. She stared at her blank walls for a good minute, trying to remind herself that she couldn't go back to sleep because she'd already done so twice an if she did so again she'd be late for work.
The only thing that made mornings even the littlest bit bearable was her habitual trip to Tim Horton's. Cafe Mocha (the only way to drink coffee) and two Boston Cream doughnuts, every morning. Chocolate, even cheap chocolate, made everything better.
She stumbled into the office – Elsa wasn't there yet, she noticed – and sat down on her computer.
It was only when the Wait for Technical Support screen came up that she remembered that Olaf had changed her password. She sighed and ate her doughnuts.
"Knock, knock," someone said, not actually knocking as they opened the door.
"Who's there?" she asked as Kristoff came in, closely followed by Sven.
"Uh... me?" he loped across the room and sat down in the chair on the other side of her desk.
"I thought you were going to tell me a joke."
"Haha, no. Actually, we needed to talk to you about something really important."
She looked at Sven, who nodded seriously.
She sat up. "What is it?"
"I don't know how to bring this up, really, so I'm just going to come out and say it." He looked really uncomfortable and kept looking around the office, like he might discover an escape hole. He took a deep breath before looking back at her. "Hans is an asshole."
"Excuse me?" She laughed. "That's a pretty crappy knock-knock joke."
"It's not a joke. I don't know what he's up to with you, but it can't be a good thing. He's only nice to you if he needs something out of you."
"The only thing he got out of me was half my sandwich. Which he paid for." Damn, that had been a good sandwich. Maybe Hans would take her there again if they went for another date.
"He's up to something." Kristoff was being really earnest, leaning forward in his chair. She looked at Sven, but he was completely stoic as well.
"I don't know where this is coming from, but I assure you that Hans was a perfect gentleman who took me on a perfect date, and frankly why is it any of your business?"
"I don't know why we're making it our business, but that's not the point. That perfect date? It was totally staged."
"Staged?" She leaned back, trying to let him know with a look that she was not impressed.
"He had us run out on our lunch hour, just to buy him clothes for the date."
She rolled her eyes. "So he likes to look nice. Lots of people like to look nice."
"He had no idea what someone actually wears to a concert, Anna. Literally, none. I had to argue him into that stupid t-shirt. And the concert? He only chose it because Sven likes that band."
Sven nodded when Anna looked at him.
"You like Unfaithful Timeline?" she asked him, distracted.
"He loves it," Kristoff said. "He recommended it to Hans because he thought you would like it."
"Awww," she said, "we should catch a concert sometime." Sven blushed.
"Stop getting distracted. You know that was a rental car, right? He normally gets taken everywhere by a chauffeur."
"I do not see how that is a downside."
He put his head in his hand. Anna crossed her arms. She wasn't sure why she was getting so defensive – it wasn't like she and Hans were officially an item, or like she cared what Kristoff thought. But she wasn't just going to let him get away bad-talking someone who had shown her a really good time.
Then it occurred to her. "You're just upset because I'm dating your boss!" she cried, pointing at him like she had solved the murder in a mystery novel.
"No I'm not!" Kristoff said. He waved his arms, exasperated. "I'm upset because for some reason I actually care about the fact that you're falling for a douche."
"Haha, I'm dating your boss. Does that mean I rank you?"
"He remembered your name! He doesn't remember anyone's name unless he plans on using them!"
Anna sighed and stuck her fingers in her ears. This was getting tiring. "La la la, not listening to you."
"But-"
"La la la la la..."
What ever cunning retort he was going to come up with was cut off by a knock at the door. She took her fingers out of her ears and went to open it. She was greeted by tousled black hair and a cheerful grin.
"Hi Anna!" This time she was expecting the bone crushing hug. She even gave Olaf an awkward pat on the back in return. "How do you like your new job?"
"Oh, you know, it's okay." She shrugged, mostly just to get some feeling back in her arms.
"I bet you and Elsa are getting on great," he said, skipping over to her laptop. "Hi Kristoff! Hi Sven! Elsa's really nice, isn't she?"
Once again Anna found herself waiting for a punchline that never came. He tick-tacked away on the keys of his cellphone and on the computer. The regular log-in screen reappeared.
"Sure?" she said, having no better response to the question.
Olaf nodded, satisfied that she saw the amazing personality that he saw in Elsa. He turned to Kristoff, who gave him a half-hearted high-five. Sven gave him a fist-bump.
"Gotta run. Bet R&D blew up another computer yesterday!" He snorted with laughter and toddled off. Anna turned to look at Kristoff.
"Is he always..." there was no adequate word to describe him, Anna realised and trailed off. Kristoff shrugged.
"IT guys, man. What do you think they do all day?"
"... fix computers?"
"Pot, Anna. Pot."
She laughed.
"You're really not going to listen to me, are you?" he asked. She gave him a look.
"Well, can't say we didn't try, buddy," Kristoff said to Sven. They stood. "But Anna-"
She raised her hands, threatening silently to stick her fingers back in her ears. He sighed.
"Never mind."
"Kai – no, listen, she has to go." Elsa said as she made her way into the Arendelle Corp main building.
On the other end, Kai sighed. "You need a PA, Elsa. We've been over this."
"Well, get me another one." An intern squeaked and quickly scampered out of her way as Elsa nearly bowled him over.
"What's wrong with her?"
"Don't give me that tone of voice." She said, jamming the button on the elevator harder than strictly necessary.
"What tone, Ma'am?"
"The one where you start calling me Ma'am and act like I'm being unreasonable."
"You are being unreasonable."
"No I'm not." This was the problem with having the head of HR be a family friend. Kai had been her father's closest friend all of Elsa's life. As a child she had called him 'Uncle'. He'd taken her skiing every winter. She'd stayed with him and his wife, Gerda, while her father was away on business trips. Now that she was the boss, it weirded her out that she was technically his superior.
She tried another tactic. "You know, she called Mr. Rotmeir a crook to his face."
"You call him one all the time. And Mr. Weselton seemed very impressed with her."
"She... she..." Elsa couldn't think of anything. Frankly, Anna had been amazing at the meeting. Amazing. But distracting. Too distracting.
"Are you sure this isn't because you're worried about messing this up?
She glowered, but then realised that he couldn't see her over the phone. He knew her too well, and all about how much she could never seem to talk to people properly. "Kai, of course I'm going to mess this up. I'm just not messing it up fast enough, don't you understand?"
"Not really. I'm sure you'll do fine though, because I'm not getting you a new PA. You're going to deal with whatever issue you have with her, and I bet in a week you're going to be telling me how you can't live without her."
She tried to think up a reply. She needed him to understand while keeping the reason she could not have Anna around her any more from him.
I had a sexy dream about her and can't look her in the eye, was not something she was going to tell an old friend of her father's. Or anyone. In fact, she wasn't even going to think that any more. She couldn't think that any more. She was going to wipe that whole train of thought from her system.
"Kai, I just... Kai?" She pulled the phone away and looked at the screen. He'd hung up.
She had also reached the door to the office.
Okay, Elsa. Just say good morning and then get to your room. You can do this.
She turned the door handle.
"Good morning!" Anna said cheerfully. "I finished compiling my notes on the meeting yesterday and I have a couple of messages for you." She held out one of the tablets that Olaf had designed to be used instead of paper reports.
Elsa took it, being very careful to neither look at Anna nor touch her hand. She flipped through the file. There were a lot of notes on the meeting – when had she found time to do all this? Elsa had stayed up half the night getting her notes in order.
Anna yawned, "Man, I am exhausted."
Elsa looked up. Anna was stretching, her arms reaching for the ceiling and her back arched. She was wearing a white button-up shirt. Elsa's grip on her purse slipped and it tumbled from her hand.
This was deliberate. She had to be doing this deliberately.
Elsa chased after the spilled contents, tripping over her impossible shoes.
"Oh, here, let me!" Anna said, rushing around the desk to help gather the fallen objects.
Now she was kneeling on the floor again. She was wearing a khaki pencil skirt this time. It had an embroidered pattern on it. Elsa's eyes followed the design from her left hip to just above her right knee.
"I'm not paying you to clean up my purse," Elsa snapped. Her face felt hotter than lava. "Get back to work."
The expression of Anna's face... complete shock. And then hurt. Then it became almost blank, like she was shoving all her emotions as far away from herself as she could. She stood, brushing off her skirt.
"Yes, Ms. Arendelle," she said quietly and walked back to her desk.
Elsa scooped everything back into her purse then made a break for her room. Once on the other side of the door she collapsed, sliding her back down against the door putting her head against her knees.
Dammit.
Why couldn't she just react normally? Anna didn't deserve that. It wasn't her fault that Elsa's brain was so messed up and perverted.
She wondered if she could get through the rest of her working life without talking to her PA ever again.
When Anna told Olaf about the incident that afternoon, he just dismissed it, saying, "Oh, she's just hungry and tired in the morning!"
And a dragon, Anna didn't add.
Olaf's unshakable belief that Elsa Arendelle was a friendly person despite all possible evidence to the contrary was both endearing and confusing.
He insisted he was her friend. If Anna took that as truth, and she wasn't sure she did, then there must be something going on that Anna didn't understand. Or Olaf really was high all the time.
And, as she stood in the line to get her morning breakfast on Wednesday Anna thought that it could be morning grumpiness as much as anything. And she knew only one cure for mornings.
"Welcome to Tim Horton's, may I help you?" asked the clerk.
"Ah... two cafe mocha's and a half dozen doughnuts, please," she said. What the hell. If Elsa didn't like it, it just meant more doughnuts for Anna.
Elsa couldn't avoid her. She was always there, sitting at her desk, right between the main door and the door to her office. She gave it a good try, anyway. She ducked her head down, pretending to be absorbed in the report on her tablet.
"Good morning, Ms. Arendelle," Anna said. Elsa gave her a quick glance. She was smiling at Elsa as if she hadn't ripped her head off the day before. Her eyes were crinkly. She looked genuinely pleased to see Elsa. "Cafe Mocha? Doughnuts?" she asked.
"Cafe Mocha?" Elsa echoed, the words not getting through her brain.
"Half coffee, half hot chocolate, whip cream and sprinkles." She wiggled the drink in her hand, trying to make it look enticing.
Hot liquid slopped though the lid, over her hand and onto the beige carpet.
"Oh, shit!" She put the cup down on the desk and looked around. "I'll clean it up! Sorry! Sorry!"
It was like Elsa's brain had completely shut down. She watched for a moment as Anna rushed off to find something to clean up the spill, then she ran to her office slamming the door behind her.
She took a deep breath.
Why did she run away? Anna was just being nice. She wasn't doing anything that made Elsa short circuit. She wasn't even wearing a white shirt today.
And Elsa wanted that Cafe Mocha. It had chocolate in it. Some of those doughnuts were probably chocolate too. Elsa needed chocolate.
She took another breath, and opened her door again.
Anna was kneeling on the floor again, a wad of paper towels in her hand. She was wearing a pencil skirt again. Only this time, Elsa was in the perfect position to get a very nice view of her glorious ass.
Fuck.
"Just call the janitors office!" she yelped.
Anna sprung up, tripped over her own heels, and ended up sprawled out on the floor blinking up at Elsa.
She was wearing purple underwear today.
Double fuck.
Fortunately for Elsa's fragile psyche, Anna quickly got herself back up. "Right, right." Anna nodded so quickly Elsa was surprised she didn't give herself whiplash. "Getting right on that, right now. Right-e-o."
She hurried to the phone, punching in the number with trembling fingers. Elsa couldn't bring herself to move. When Anna put the phone down and turned back to Elsa, her face was as red as a tomato. She smiled, biting her bottom lip like a guilty child.
"So... uh... did you want the cafe mocha?" She picked the cup up and held it out to Elsa, carefully using both hands and holding it steady.
Cafe Mocha. Yeah. That's what she wanted.
"Yes, thank you," she said, taking it.
Anna smiled wider. A bright, happy smile. Like all the idiot things Elsa had done in the last couple of days were wiped clean, just because she took that cup.
Elsa gave a tentative smile back.
I am so mean to Elsa. Poor baby. Will have to start making it up to her. And by 'make it up to her' I mean forcing her and Anna to spend more time together. :D
Thanks again for all the love this story is getting. Your priceless reactions always send me scurrying to write more.
-Capt. Elfy
