Mr. Weselton has made an appearance in Elsa's life after Phil stepped down. And I'll be putting a side story regarding our fabulous friends but it won't take away from the main plot.
For those of you who don't know: Viktor is Hans' brother. He mentioned him in the first chapter… yeah, I guess I should have expanded on that. Sorry.
And one more thing, I'm putting some more Anna Third Person POVs but not too many. Elsa is the main focus.
Thanks to those who reviewed. I'm glad you're enjoying it so far.
Disclaimer: Disney owns Frozen and respective movie characters, Dreamworks owns mentioned characters.
The Place: Bodrum Bistro
The Date: Monday, 15 December 2014
The Time: 11:45 AM
The Weather: Breezy
Hans and Elsa were sitting at a table together having just ordered their lunches. Their jackets were on the back of their chairs, the snow drift outside collecting on the nearby window. Elsa was sipping her iced tea while Hans was taking several swigs of his beer. She looked him up and down, a brow quirked.
"You're drinking and it's not even noon," Elsa said.
"It's five o'clock somewhere," he said with a shrug.
She rolled her eyes, leaning back in her seat and drumming her fingers against the table top. The restaurant was buzzing with low conversations from others who occupied the bars or seats scattered among the rom. The bistro was a place where Hans and Elsa liked to go together during lunch, where they could eat Turkish meals in modest luxury, and could have time to themselves.
It didn't provide them comfort from that morning, however. Both of them were on edge, nervous to be inspected by their new boss. Phil had never inspected them before and just let them do their own thing. Mr. Weselton was clearly a strict business man if he wanted to see if his employees were up to the tasks at hand.
"I'm suspicious about this guy," Hans said, putting down his beer with a small snarl. "He looks like the last person you would expect to run a photo studio."
"I know. But if this is what Phil wants…" Elsa stirred her tea around with her straw. "I guess we'll have to grin and bear it."
"We don't even know what he's like," he said, crossing his arms and resting them on the tabletop. "He could be an absolute douche bag."
"You could relate to him then."
"Oh, fuck you."
Elsa grinned. "Get employee of the month in no time."
"Seriously, though. What if he tries to corrupt the entire business?"
Her grin faded instantly and she sighed. "I know what you mean. Perhaps he won't turn out to be so bad."
"The guy is at least a hundred years old. A lot of old people are cranky."
"Some aren't."
"I never said all. I said a lot."
"Whatever the case, we can't judge a book by its cover."
The waiter came around and placed their orders in front of them, asked if they needed anything else, and— when they said a polite no thank you— left them to enjoy their meal. Elsa unfurled her napkin into her lap and started to eat. Hans stared into his food for a few long seconds before doing the same.
They ate in silence, the only indication that the other was present was the clinking of the forks and knives against their plates. Halfway through their meal, they started their conversation back up but a different topic took hold instead.
"How's Anna? I haven't seen her in a while," Hans said.
"She's fine. Her studies are going well and she's very excited for winter break." Elsa smiled. "It'll be nice for her to finally get away from all that hard work."
"What is she studying again?"
"She's majoring in Philosophy and minoring in Art History."
"Philosophy, huh? What does she plan on doing with that?"
"She has no idea. My dad offered her to work at his firm but she refused… said she wasn't a big business kind of girl, although she said she might just for the hotel perks." Elsa laughed, Hans joining her shortly. When they recovered, Elsa returned to the job options. "She was thinking about being a teacher."
"A teacher? That'll do great for her. She loves children and the parents would love her. That kid is a people person if I've ever seen one."
"That's what she's leaning towards but there's that part of her that doesn't want to go through a few more years of school to get her teaching credential. She's being lazy."
"I think she'll come around." Hans raised his beer to his lips and took a long swig before continuing. "Anna is one of those girls who eventually gets what she wants with hard work. When she realizes the benefits of being a teacher, she'll make the right decision."
"I only hope so."
When they finished their food, Hans paid their bill ("You paid last time," he said.) and they started the stroll back to their studio. When they entered, Flora waved meekly at them. They approached her with expectant expressions.
"Has anyone been inspected yet?" Elsa asked.
"Only Honey Lemon… poor girl looked so keen to please," Flora said.
"How is she?" Hans said.
"She's okay. Just a little shaken up. She's drinking coffee in the dressing room with Zarina, who's trying to calm her down." Flora adjusted herself in her seat. "Mr. Weselton is a very curt and straight forward man. Prepare for some uncomplimentary commentary."
Great. Just what I need, Elsa thought. "Thanks for the heads up, Flora. Hans, I'll see you later."
"Yup. Good luck." He saluted Elsa with two fingers while she headed off. "Is my twelve-thirty here?" he said to Flora.
As she gave her response, Elsa entered her office and shut the door behind her. She pulled out her phone and dialed Anna's number. The redhead was usually at the start of lunch by now so Elsa had no obstacle in her way to contact her girlfriend. The dull tone rang a few times before Anna picked up.
"Hiya, Snowflake!" she chimed. "How are you?"
"Heya, Sunshine… I'm good. Are you at lunch?" Elsa said, tugging at her braid as she sunk into one of the chairs in front of her desk.
"Yup! Just got out five minutes ago. I'm on my way to meet Merida, Meg, and Giselle." Someone on the other end shouted Anna's name and she returned a greeting. "Sorry— so anyway, what's up?"
"We got a new boss today."
"Phil isn't working there anymore?"
"No. He's moving to Boston for a while. He doesn't know how long or if the move is permanent but… he stepped down and gave it to some old salt." Elsa quickly checked behind her in case Mr. Weselton stepped in without knocking. With the coast clear, she continued. "And he's gonna inspect our offices individually."
"Really? That's upsetting," Anna sympathized. "Hey, Merida…! No, I'm talking to Elsa."
"Hey, Elsa!" Merida called in the distance.
"Hi," Elsa said, rolling her eyes.
"Elsa says hi… No, hold on one second."
"You're busy. I'll call you when I'm on my way home."
"What—? Oh, no it's okay."
"Hang out with your friends. Have a nice lunch, Sweetie."
"I will. Good luck. I love you."
"Love you, too."
Elsa waited until Anna hung up first before tucking her phone back in her pocket. She removed her peacoat and hung it around her desk chair, sitting in there instead. She pulled up her schedule, only to be met with the longest dry spell of her career. Her latest appointment had been a couple's wedding photos but she wasn't even hired to do the actual wedding. It would have been nice if she had been but all she did was take the pictures set to be in the front of the invites.
She exited out of the schedule and threaded her fingers together, resting her chin on top. The ticking of her snowflake clock was louder in the silence, the glow of her computer screen— her desktop a photo of herself and Anna of course— shimmering in the reflection of her glasses.
And she waited.
She was trying to gather herself with any possible response she could give to Mr. Weselton when he questioned her. About her influences, her work ethics, anything. She was terrified that she was going to screw up. Phil had given her the job because he was in her photo class when she was a sophomore and appreciated her skill. The interview was hardly a pain or stress inducing. But new blood in a land she was so familiar with threatened her daily route.
Even though she was preparing herself for the knock, she still jumped out of her skin when it came rapping against her door. She felt like the man in The Raven and expected Mr. Weselton to poke his beak into the room and whisper 'nevermore.'
Get it together, Elsa told herself. "Come in."
The knob turned and Mr. Weselton stepped in with a clipboard in his hand. He adjusted his thick glasses as he gazed down at the papers in front of him.
"You must be… Elsa Andersen," he said.
Elsa stood up. "Yessir. It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance."
She pulled out the lessons her tutor had given her growing up that she was to practice during her father's business gatherings. At the time, she hardly believed they would ever come in handy. Now she was silently thanking her tutor for keeping her in for so long until she got it right.
Elsa stuck out her hand and he shook it, appreciating the firm grip Elsa gave him. Yet he still eyed her up and down with the slightest hint of bitterness.
"Won't you sit, sir?" she offered, gesturing to one of her chairs.
"Ah… yes." He sat down— Elsa following suit— and took out a pen. "You've been working here for… five years? So— since you were nineteen. Impressive."
"Thank you, sir."
"How long have you been interested in the art of photography?"
"Since my eighth grade year."
"Hm… I have clippings of your works throughout your years here. Your reputation precedes you. An excellent eye for lighting and usage of props and poses." He shifted through a few photos. "However… You seem to have an interest in a particular red-haired model."
Mr. Weselton picked out a picture of Anna posing rather scandalously against a doorframe, one arm thrown over her head and her back leaning on the frame, slightly sliding down. Her face was fixed in what looked like a light daze, casually looking over Elsa's shoulder as she took the picture, eyes lidded, brow relaxed, and lips parted just so that one could see the top row of Anna's teeth.
Elsa tried not to laugh. Anna had actually been joking around as she tried to act like some starlet she saw on the cover of People that year and Elsa had just so happened to take a shot that made it look like a serious pose. Because she liked how it turned out, Elsa put it in her portfolio and featured it in a project Phil had given her a while back. A lot of that album was of Anna so it was a no brainer that she appeared often when someone pulled out Elsa's name in a search.
"Ah… yeah." She mustered a business-like smile. "That's Anna Christensen. She's my girlfriend." Elsa indicated to the picture frames on her desk. "And my best model."
Mr. Weselton blanched slightly and made a quick note on his file.
Oh god, no, don't be a homophobe, she pleaded, fighting to close her eyes in agony. This is the last thing I need.
"Ms. Andersen," he said thinly. "I keep my opinions to myself regarding the LGBT community. I will not thrust them upon you for it has hindered me in the past. I will, however, warn you that some clients may avoid your service if you are a homosexual."
Honest… brutally honest but… Elsa pursed her lips. "Are you asking me to remove Anna from my portfolio and my personal desk?"
"Yes. In the best interest of the company, this is what must be done."
"With all due respect, I have to reject your request. I am not afraid of displaying the woman I love in my art. I already have to deal with family issues because I'm dating her but it doesn't make me want to let her go. And my work does not suffer because I have pictures of her. For all my clients may know, she could be my sister. The only picture on my desk that suggests we're partners is the one where we are in costume." Elsa sat up straight, feeling proud of herself that she was standing up to someone. "Hans Westerguard did a Love is Love Album for our Facebook page featuring Anna and I, a heterosexual couple, and male homosexual couple. This company is a no-hate zone and a strong supporter of the LGBT community… I'm sure Phil has spoken to you about that."
Mr. Weselton blinked, stunned that Elsa had spoken so boldly to her new superior. She quirked a brow, daring him to press any further. He had turned a delicate shade of green. Never had an employee refused to follow his requests.
"Very well," he forced out. "Thank you for your time."
"And you, sir. Have a nice day," she said.
She let him see himself out. As soon as the door slammed behind him, she let out a long breath and collapsed, leaning back in her chair as far as it would go. Another knock startled her but it was Hans that came in.
"How'd it go?" he said.
"He's not crazy about me being a lesbian and dating another lesbian," she said bitterly.
"Oh. But we're a company that—"
"I know, supports the gay community," she said, swiveling her chair around. "I think he's just thinking of the company and… whether or not we'll get attacked by homophobes. He has the best intentions but…" She shrugged. "It could be misinterpreted."
"That's ridiculous. There are laws against it."
"Once the others figure it out, I don't think he'll go through with it… but…"
There was a long pause. Hans scrunched his brows together.
"But what?" he demanded.
"Hans, darling, how good are you at making a web page?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.
"I made the webpage for the studio. Why?"
The Place: Apartment 2507
The Time: 6:25 PM
Elsa and Anna used to have a guest room. It was the door across their bedroom, the bathroom standing in the middle. But they hardly had any guests stay over and felt that washing the sheets constantly was a waste of quarters since they barely used the bed anyway. So they sold the bed on Craigslist, replaced their old bedside tables with the set in the guest room, and transformed the room into a beautiful home office and study.
They had ceiling to floor bookshelves with literature of all kinds. From Elsa's photo albums and architecture books to Anna's school textbooks and trashy romance novels to their mutual sets of Shakespeare plays/sonnets and biographies of all sorts. There was a desk that stood near the window sill with their shared computer (but both girls had their own personal laptops for private use) and a comfy chair behind it. There was a love seat and two chairs in front of the desk that served as a reading area if the nook in the sill was taken up. And finally a drawing desk that Anna had bought Elsa for Christmas a couple years back so the blonde could work on any building designs that came into her head.
And that was where Anna found Elsa when she got home from her study group session. Her face was pink from the harsh cold outside and she was blowing into her hands, regretting that she hadn't worn gloves that day. She peeked inside the office where Elsa was sitting at the computer, her eyes lazily observing the screen. Olaf was on one the couches, grooming himself.
"Hiya," Anna said, shivering, praying that the heater would kick in. She was still amazed that Elsa never complained about the cold.
"Heya," Elsa said, raising her eyes and giving her a tiny wave. Her face suddenly melted into concern whens she saw how much Anna was shivering. "Oh, sweetie, come here."
Anna padded across the carpeted floor, rubbing her hands together to scrape some warmth on her skin. Elsa pushed back in her seat and allowed Anna to sink into her lap, wrapping her arms around Elsa's neck while the blonde hugged Anna's waist.
"You're so cold," Elsa said needlessly.
"It's not too bad," Anna said with a small shrug. "You're helping."
Elsa chuckled, Anna leaning back so she could peer up into Elsa's face. The blonde reached out and brushed a few stray hairs out of Anna's eyes.
"How was your study session?" she asked.
"It went well. I'm actually doing better than I expected," Anna replied.
"That's good to hear." Elsa pressed a kiss on Anna's jawline. "Do you think you're gonna be ready for finals?"
"I'll be doing by best, that's for sure. How was the inspection?"
"He turned out to be… a business homophobe."
"A what now?"
"He wants his new business to conceal the fact they support the LGBT community."
Anna furrowed her brows. "But… nondiscrimination laws."
"I don't think he'll get away with it. When everyone finds out there'll be an uproar. His intentions are for the company but… it doesn't seem to be so." She let Anna nuzzle her face into her neck and held onto the redhead tighter, warming her up from the chill outside. "But I've been doing some serious thinking. I don't want to be working under someone for who knows how long if he is uncomfortable with who I am. I tend to want to avoid those people."
Anna nodded, indicating that she was still listening.
"So I contacted Athenian Firms and told them I'll have my final answer by the end of this week," Elsa continued.
The redhead pulled out of the embrace, mouth slightly agape.
"You might quit the photo company? Elsa, that's a big change," Anna warned.
"I know but I think I want to get to my true passion. There are so many ideas in my head that I can't express behind a camera. I'm going to take a couple of days to really think it over before I make any drastic decisions."
"Don't go stressing yourself out. Stress is the last thing you need." Anna tucked a few strands of hair behind Elsa's ear. "Have you really given it some serious thought?"
"I'll be okay for now."
"If you're sure… I'm very proud of you, though. I don't think I say that enough but I am. You're making decisions and addressing them with a level head."
"Thank you, Anna."
The redhead slipped off her girlfriend's lap and bounced on the balls of her feet.
"So! Whatcha want for dinner? We have some pasta, we can make pizza, or— ooh—! Fish tacos! I popped into Trader Joe's yesterday when you were at Pabbie's and got a bunch of stuff to make 'em. Whaddya say?"
"Anything sounds great," Elsa said.
"Awesome. I'll get dinner started." Anna kissed her quickly. "Take a breather, Baby, okay? Don't overwork yourself."
"I'll try not to."
The Time: 11:31 PM
The Weather: Cloudy
The room was always so dark at night. Anna wished that she had her old glow in the dark stars that were still plastered to her bedroom ceiling at her Dad's house to stick to her current ceiling. They were always a source of comfort when she had a nightmare, staring up at the light green glow of the plastic stars.
She used to arrange them in different shapes or used the smaller ones to spell out names. After she and Elsa started dating, Anna had collected some to create Elsa's name right above her pillow. So when she felt sad or lonely, she would only have to glance up and see the name of the girl who made her happiest, immediately making her smile.
Now Anna was lying in the still, cool darkness of her bedroom of which she shared with Elsa.
Her body wasn't allowing her to sleep. Which was odd because usually it was Elsa who tended to stay awake past ten at night. The blonde would be up, going through whatever she was interested in on her phone, the soft glare of the Apple product gleaming over her pale face. Anna would be asleep— snoring— exhausted after yet another long day at school.
Yet it was Anna who was lying flat on her back, listening to the wind outside, eyes wide open, and her mind a whir of questions and answers she had to memorize for her finals next week. But her brain would occasionally drift off from the subjects of school and land on something Elsa had told her Sunday afternoon when they got home after her session with Pabbie.
There was to be an appointment featuring the redhead herself.
Not that Anna had a problem with it. She was more concerned on why she had to. Elsa wasn't very clear on why. All she said was Pabbie thought it would be a helpful asset to Elsa's healing process.
Anna never let it on but she was incredibly worried about Elsa almost twenty-four-seven now that her anxiety was hitting her harder than usual. She wanted her to be safe from her fears and doubts and did her very best to be there for Elsa when she needed her. She had done a ton of research on coping mechanisms, ways to comfort, and found that telling someone to "calm down" or "it's gonna be okay" was not the way to go when they felt absolutely trapped and vulnerable and that things weren't going to be okay.
All one could do was to simply be there for them.
Therefore she was a little concerned that her methods were doing squat. She wanted to help Elsa— more than anything. After all she had been through, being a victim to her own mental problems was the last thing she should be experiencing.
Bitting her bottom lip gently, Anna glanced over at the sleeping form of Elsa. She was lying on her stomach— her preferred position during slumber— and hugging her pillow like it was a teddy bear.
Cute, was Anna's first thought, a smile stretching across her face.
She turned on her side and reached over to brush a few strands of hair that fell into Elsa's face, the bangs that were almost always slicked back now falling out of their line of organization forced upon them by the head that homed them.
"I know you're asleep," Anna whispered, "and I know you won't be able to hear this but… I'll always be here for you, Elsa. Even when your world looks like it's crumbling, just focus on me. I'll make sure to put the pieces back together."
She scooted her way over and kissed Elsa's forehead, slightly creased from a dream Elsa was experiencing. But as soon as Anna's lips met her skin, her brow relaxed and she let out a sigh of content.
Anna grinned and shifted back onto her side of the bed.
"I promise," Anna said.
The Place: Sword Fighter Shots; Photography Studio
The Date: Thursday, 16 December 2014
The Time: 10:27 AM
The Weather: Snowy
Hans was gaping at Elsa after she had announced her final decision to him privately. He was leaning against the closed door, arms folded over his chest. Elsa was sitting on the edge of her desk, her finger tracing the rim of her Starbucks hot chocolate, only the dregs of the beverage left on the bottom of the cardboard cup.
"Are you absolutely sure?" he said. "I mean… I was a little suspicious when you asked me to help make your own website but… I didn't realize it was because you were thinking on leave the company."
"I need to move on. Not just because of Mr. Weselton," Elsa said, shaking her head. "Yes, I want to be able to feel comfortable in my own workspace but I also need to consider income. A job that can provide for two until Anna gets a career worthier than a Starbucks barista."
"She lives in Seattle, you can't get any worthier than that. Coffee is our blood," Hans reminded her dryly.
"I mean a job that doesn't pay minimum wage and one teenagers can snag underneath any adult," Elsa said, waving her hand in the air, trying to get Hans to understand. "And it turns out some of my old high school friends also work at the Athenian Firms so I'll have some recommendations in case—"
"Elsa, this is a huge switch of careers. This can effect your mental and emotional health."
"So can working under the thumb of a man who discriminates against people like me!"
"So what, he's a homophobe— or at least thinks of how other homophobes would react to our Facebook page and stuff."
"I grew up with so many people who harassed me for being gay." Her voice started to rise quickly, slamming her cup on the table. "My grandmother, my uncles, my cousins, their friends, and whoever else thought what I was born as was a sin. The only logical person who turned around was my father and that was only because of Anna!" She was standing straight, fists clenched at her sides. "The last thing I want is to have a boss who claims I have to hide my sexuality in order to reel in customers. I know everyone else won't stand for it but if you want to go on working for him, fine."
Her voice started to shake and Hans was slowly coming out of his stance, becoming more concerned than frightened or ashamed. Elsa went on with her shouting. "But maybe this is what I want, Hans. Maybe I want to go work at a firm that can help me achieve my dreams. Maybe I want to only work for private clients concerning my photography. Maybe I want to be able to grow up and move on with me life!"
Once she silenced herself, tears shining in her icy orbs and hands shaking, Hans shook his head, gently walking over to her. Elsa squeezed her eyes shut and started to cry openly, allowing Hans to take her into a hug.
"You're right, I'm sorry," he cooed softly. "I know, this is going to be tough on you if you continue working here with him stumping around… I guess my motives were a little selfish."
"Why?" she mumbled, not looking up at him.
"You're the only one of my friends I can talk to about Viktor," he admitted.
"You know, they invented this beautiful thing called the cell phone," Elsa said, making him chuckle.
"Very funny… but seriously, Els."
"Everyone is worried about you, Hans." She raised her head to meet his green eyes. "When you didn't show up to our barhopping night…"
He sighed and dropped their hug, running a hand through his hair. "I know, I know, I need to tell them. But it's hard. I can't… I can't say it without realizing it's true."
"Hans…"
Elsa was cut off when the door to her office opened. Aladdin poked his head inside, brows raised and worry in his eyes.
"What… uh… what's going on in here? I heard muffled shouting on my way back in and… are you okay?" he asked.
"Just fine. Elsa's making a few life choices that will most likely help her achieve her dreams," Hans said at once, striding over to her and clapping her hard on the shoulder as she wiped under her eyes.
"What dream is that?" Aladdin questioned.
"When Elsa builds us a huge building that will put all other photo studios to shame, you tell me," Hans grinned, winking at Elsa.
"Wait… is Elsa leaving us?" Zarina said, her head popping over Aladdin's shoulder.
"I'm considering it. The offer the firm is giving me ends tomorrow so I'm making a final decision tonight. I was looking for the push to get me off the edge and," she sighed, "Mr. Weselton gives a hard shove."
She smiled at them weakly before shrugging her shoulders. Aladdin stepped further into the room and folded his arms across his chest.
"If this is what you want, I give you my full support," he said.
"You're only saying that because she'll no longer be competition," Zarina smirked.
"No, I mean it," Aladdin defended. "Weselton… Weaseltown—" Elsa and Hans laughed. "—isn't a supporter of the LGBT community and we all know it. Elsa isn't welcome here if he is the superior. A safe work environment is something that she needs." He sent her a grin. "And I'm looking forward to that new studio, Andersen. Make it ten stories high."
"For the six of us?" Zarina said, raising her brows. "Once Elsa leaves, I mean."
"Fuck yeah," Hans agreed. "I'm sure you'll do great things."
Elsa felt that leaving this supportive group was going to be the hardest thing about her job change. But they were encouraging her to do bigger and better things with her life. And although it would mean having to leave everything she knew behind, Elsa wanted to get a fresh start in a business she had always dreamed about.
So that evening, Elsa called up Athenian Firms and spoke to the head of the firm— Zeus— and gave him her final answer.
The Date: Friday, 17 December 2014
The Time: 9:41 AM
The Weather: Hard Snowing
Elsa took in a deep breath, facing the door that held the office of her new boss. In her hand was a paper… a piece of paper that was about to change her entire life. Starting in the new year— so she could enter in fresh, said Zeus— Elsa would become an active employee of the career of her dreams. But she had to leave the comfortable and easy one she had now.
The paper felt heavy in her grip. And she knew once she released it, it would feel as if a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. To clear out her office would be getting rid of any congestion, and to walk out of the studio and start life as a potential customer instead would be an incredible change.
Incredible… and terrifying.
Elsa had contacted Pabbie after she talked to Zeus about her new job. He was a tad uneasy about it but encouraged her to take her time and relax before the stupendous life change. Like Hans has pointed out, it could effect her mental and emotional health. The only reason Pabbie agreed to it was because of the fresh start in the New Year. It would give Elsa more time to figure herself out and be able to pull herself together before the new career.
There was still a risk, and she understood that.
She knocked before entering, peering into the office of Mr. Weselton. He was sitting at his desk, glancing over his circular spectacles with an expectant glare.
"This better be important," he said. "I have things to get done."
"It is, sir," Elsa said, striding over and presenting him the paper. "My letter of resignation…"
"I beg your pardon?" he said, lifting his head, aghast.
"I'm quitting this job. Starting in January, I will be partaking in a new career. One more suited to my sexual preferences and skills behind the drawing board," Elsa said, keeping her voice level. "As much as I love this job, I think it's time I move on. Five years here has been a spectacular experience but… my time here has come to an end."
Mr. Weselton had no words to splutter. All he did was gawk stupidly at her as she rested her letter on his desk. His eyes flickered from it, to her, and then back again. Elsa folded her hands behind her back and gave him her best business-like smile.
"I do hope you are successful here," she said thinly. "I will be absent to see it, unfortunately. Thank you for your time."
Without another word, Elsa turned on her heel and walked out of the office, shutting the door behind her with a defiant snap.
The chapter was a bit of a mess but I pushed through :3
Good for Elsa, standing up for herself and finally getting that job with the architectural firm. Everyone applaud for our precious baby.
I'm thinking of starting another Elsanna fic on the side that involves some incredibly fun punk!Elsa so… if you'd like to see that, let me know and I'll get it online as fast as I can.
I tried to make this one as realistic as possible in regard to non-discrimination laws. Hopefully it seems, I dunno, believable.
Anyway…
Another smut chapter on its way when I see fit.
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