this is half of what i wrote – other half is coming out next week because a) it got really long and b) i have an assignment and an exam and it's only technically week two.

i dont have much time to write

hey, at least im on time...

There's a dresser for your luggage, you notice, but it's really far away and hell, it's your hotel room. So, you don't bother unpacking, instead just opening your bag out in the living room. It's not like you're gonna spend much time out here anyway.

You just reach in and get some clean underwear and a nice blouse and pants. You've got enough clothes to last a few days but you'll have to ask Elsa if there's a washing machine or something to use.

The bedroom looks gorgeous, with a spacious bed and charming decor. You can't wait to have your nap.

First things first, though.

The bathroom is a little squishy, which makes it hard to manoeuvre. It also means you don't notice the obvious problem until you're already inside.

There's no shower.

Shit.

Instead, you have this really old-fashioned bathtub – the one with clawed feet that's raised off the floor. The rim comes up to your shoulder and your heart just sinks.

When the receptionist said 'disabled-access', you assumed he meant 'able to access the amenities'.

And it's fine, you don't desperately need a shower right now. But you will, at some point. You won't be able to go a week without cleaning yourself.

Okay, that's a problem for later. You'll... tell Elsa when you meet up with her. You still have time for your nap, after you text Kristoff.

Everything's all good.

You get a response to your, arrived safe! hotel looks nice but it doesn't have a shower so imma talk to elsa later message a few minutes after it's sent.

stay safe! take lots of pictures! love you!

It brings a smile to your face, so you just respond with a little love heart.

After you take your shoes off and throw them on the luggage, you return to the bedroom. You're really keen to try out this bed. You've never slept in a bed that wasn't yours, so that's exciting.

By the time you get there, though, you realise that sad fact is going to stay that way. You hadn't noticed on your way past the first time, but the luxurious bed sits almost as tall as your shoulder. There's no possible way you can get on it, and even if you could, you'd probably tip off the side when you tried to get back down again.

Well. At least the couch looks comfy, too, you think, even though your heart is sinking just a little.

But, it's only the first day. It's far too early to be disappointed. You'll feel better after a nap, no matter where it is.

The couch is not as comfortable as a bed would be. That's okay. It means you wake up as soon as Elsa knocks on the door. Means that it doesn't take as long for you to answer, either.

She's perfectly put together and you're just wearing trackpants and a loose cotton top.

"Had a nice shower?" she asks, peering into your room. "Nap comfortably?"

You bite your lip and let her into the room. You don't answer for a moment, but she notices something worth commenting on anyway.

"Is there a problem with the bed?" she asks, noticing the pillow and blanket you'd sprawled on the couch.

God, why does all the embarrassing shit happen to you?

"Not exactly," you say. Elsa looks at you expectantly, and, well. There's no sense in pussyfooting around. "I can't use it. Or the bathroom."

At that, Elsa's confused expression darkens. "Pardon?"

You give a helpless shrug. "It looks great but- remember when we were talking, earlier, and I mentioned I have trouble with tall beds?" She nods, and you gesture towards the bedroom. "And I can't use a bathtub. No way I'll get in or out..."

You wish you didn't have to cause Elsa such problems. Her whole posture just kind of slumps as she makes her way back towards the door.

"I'm sorry..." you whisper out. You wish you'd kept your mouth shut, but at the same time, you wouldn't have been able to last all week like this.

But Elsa's eyes widen and she holds her hands out. "Oh, no, Anna. Don't apologise. I'm sorry. I was assured that you'd be comfortable here. This is entirely my fault – I should have double checked. I'll be back in just a moment, okay?"

Now it's your turn to be confused, but you let her go.

What's she going to do?