Elsa rubbed her temples with two fingers each side, the circular motion doing nothing to ease the tension in her head, causing a dull throb right behind her eyes. She didn't want to be here any longer and she had a feeling most of the team she was working with on this project didn't want to be here.

"Look, that's enough," Belle's voice calmly cut in. Normally her personal assistant didn't do the team meetings but from time to time, for big projects, she was pulled in to coordinate all the various people. "Tomorrow, we have that meeting with a representative of the ownership of this studio. Not just some lawyer or financial guru but one of the partners in the studio."

Elsa's head snapped up and she stared at Belle, as did nearly everyone else. "What?" she asked, her voice quiet, ice creeping in, something that hadn't happened in a while. A lot of folks around the company had felt like she'd 'thawed out', in fact. Not that Elsa knew of the water cooler gossip.

Belle, along with a few of the designers from the team, winced at that tone of voice. "I just got the notification, Ms. Glace," Belle said, turning her tablet to show the email and the time stamp of literally a couple minutes ago.

"Thank you. Sorry," Elsa said. She stood up, looking at the time on the tablet. "Look, we're not going to get any further than we have. Honestly, we have worked very hard to have a last minute proposal with what details we have had. Go home. Get some rest. Be here in the morning ready to knock this out of the park. We can let our last few 'decisions' be various options. They all work, which is why we're all going in circles on what to pick." Elsa smiled at everyone. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Once the team said their good nights and left, Elsa groaned and rested her head on the table, letting herself just be unguarded for a moment. "I hate this project."

"Well, you're about to hate it more," Belle said, leaning against the table.

"Why?" Elsa asked, drawing out the word with suspicion to her friend.

"Because something was dropped in one of the conversations that I had with one of these idiots' secretary and I decided to do some digging."

Elsa stared down at the tablet Belle slipped in front of her. "Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me..."

She stared down at the title of Westergaard Studios and Elsa sat back in her chair, glaring at the damn piece of technology.

"Okay, that looks like you want to murder my poor tablet," Belle said, pulling the tablet back to her before she picked it up and cradled it in her arms like a child.

Elsa laughed. "No...sorry. I know who will be at our meeting tomorrow, though, with that information. Hans Westergaard."

"Oh. Well...fuck."

"Exactly. Especially since I think he knew who I was today at lunch and Anna introduced me as her girlfriend."

"Wait...what? Seriously?"

Elsa couldn't hide the smile that spread across her lips then she nodded, almost shyly. "Yeah. So...tomorrow is going to be awkward as hell."

Belle nodded. "I'll work to make sure this goes as smoothly as I can, Elsa. I promise you that." She stared at her tablet. "Go home, Elsa. You said that Anna was going to be at your place. Go on. Pamper your cats and your girlfriend," Belle told Elsa. "I'll do what I can to minimize any trouble."

Elsa took a deep breath, ready to protest but then shook her head. "Fine. If you need anything from me please let me know, Belle. No doing this all alone. YOu have a partner to get to as well." Elsa grabbed her blazer and slipped it on. "Thank you, Belle. I don't pay you enough."

"No you don't, but that's okay. We'll discuss that at my next performance review," Belle quipped right back.

Elsa smiled and then headed to her office gathering her belongings, taking a moment to text Anna to find out if she needed to grab anything on her way home.

Anna hadn't needed Elsa to get anything so the commute was quick. She parked in beside Anna's car and then sighed, staring at the front door before resting her forehead against the steering wheel. She wasn't sure how to break it to this woman she had fallen for that her biggest client since taking over the company was her douche-bag of an ex-fiancé.

Elsa slipped out of her car, grabbing her laptop bag and headed in, smiling as she heard Olaf's excited meows when she opened the door. Once the door was closed, she knelt down and scooped the cat up, resting her forehead against his then setting him down, taking in the wonderful smell of food.

"Anna?" she called out, tilting her head, her confusion clear in her tone.

"Kitchen!" came the answer.

Elsa headed to the kitchen and paused, raising a hand to cover her lips and the smile that threatened to appear. "Wait, you can cook?" Elsa asked. "You hated the cooking bit in home ec and if I remember right, set the stove on fire frying fish. Well, to be fair you hated all of home ec."

"Okay, Mrs. Snidel was a smelly old lady and you hated her teaching in that class! And it wasn't my fault! I didn't know I should have added more oil and maybe scooped out loose crumbs of breading," Anna said with what Elsa swore was a pout. "And what are you laughing about over there?"

Elsa stepped over and lightly tapped a lightened strand of hair. "Not sure how you managed to get flour in your hair, but it looks pretty neat," she explained, before stepping back. "Need help with anything?"

"Nope! Just waiting for the last bit. You go get comfortable and out of those...professional clothes. We'll get to relax and enjoy my meal."

"Do I get to know what the meal is?" Elsa asked, already moving to leave the kitchen.

"Not fried fish," Anna replied.

"Obviously. My stove isn't on fire."

"You're never going to let me live that down, are you?" Anna whined. Elsa could hear the pout in that tone.

"Never."