a/n: wrote this just for my dear friend fozzie ;) Now, back to playing overwatch!

A little info: This takes place a week before Elsa meets Anna for the first time in 15 years. Olaf will be our protagonist for this chapter.

Chapter 16: Devil May Cry

It was almost lunch break, and I was just about to head up to Elsa's office to ask what she wanted. Well, I shouldn't have because she would be too busy in her work to even bother saying anything. But it was only polite. I sighed to myself as I rode myself up the elevator, my ears beginning to pop a bit the higher I went.

Elsa had always been quite the quiet one. She would never be like this… well, before Belle, that is. I didn't get why they would break up with each other, as Elsa would never tell me about these things. Even if I asked-even if I used the "best friend" card. It'd gotten quite ridiculous to see how she would keep so much to herself recently. Did I ever matter to her? Of course.

I wasn't sure why I'd be by her side all these years. Why I had applied for this job in the first place. A part of me realized it was just to fulfill her grandfather's wishes-to watch over her. Oh, but she could take care of herself. I suppose.

The elevator arrived at the top floor. The hall just seemed longer every time I came up here.

I cleared my throat and straightened my tie as I strode towards the closed white door. I knocked. "Miss Snow?"

"Come in."

Ah, she wasn't screaming this time. Is that good?

Timidly, I opened the door to see her staring out into the streets, her hands in her pocket, back facing me behind her desk. Wow. She looked quite… I didn't have a word to describe her. My heart jumped at the view.

She turned her head to me, blue eyes gleaming down at mine. "Olaf, yes?"

Gods. I remained calm and proper. "Would you like anything for lunch today? I was thinking, maybe Italian."

Elsa took a deep breath and gave me a small smile. "Of course." She seems… happy. This was odd. She never looked so in peace before.

I wrung my fingers together. "How long have you been taking your break?"

"A few minutes." She turned back to the streets. "You seem a bit worried. What's on your mind?" When am I never?

"I am, Miss. I wouldn't want you to get too stressed out."

"I am fine. You should go have lunch."

"You seem happy." Though, perhaps, I shouldn't have been so nosy. Elsa merely let her eyes fall to the ground, a soft smile crossing her cheeks. Ah, it was truly refreshing to see her this way.

"It's a good day," she replied. I couldn't disagree.

I checked my phone. I had plenty of time before heading out, only to find tomorrow's schedule staring back at me. "Miss, are you sure you want to do this interview?"

Silence. I knew she was hesitant about this, but I'd always been pushing her to be more open to the public. She'd been hiding in the shadows for too long. Oh, what would Belle tell her?

"Yes." A short, yet undetermined response. But if that is what she wants… I have no right to interfere. And that was what I wanted too. Perhaps, I shouldn't have pushed her this hard.

I nodded. "Well, it will be next week at 10AM."

"Of course."

"Would you like to know what the interview is going to be about?"

"For California University, correct?" I heard a sigh. I wasn't so sure if she was happy about this. I wasn't going to stop her. But I didn't want to spoil this mood.

I took a bow. "I'll be getting lunch now then."

SUBJECT: Interview for Elsa Snow (Snow Enterprise)

FROM: Kristoff Bjorman

Hi, this is Kristoff from the University of California. Assuming that next week, Miss Snow would be free for the interview, I'd like to bring a fellow student from my major to ask a few questions as well. Her name is Anna Smith and she would like to help me take notes on what we will be talking about in a few days. I would like to get confirmation.

Thank you, and I look forward to this interview.

I blinked. Once. Twice. No, I must've read that wrong. Or perhaps that was the wrong person. I looked out to the streets and the time. It was almost six during the evening and the sky was slowly darkening. Maybe I'm just tired. It said 'Anna Smith'. Was that a typo? I read the same paragraph over and over again with a racing heart and a swirling mind. No, this was exactly what it said. "Anna Smith…" I whispered, fingers skimming the words of the screen. I'd hear that name all the time, and the only person who would ever talk about her was Elsa, and occasionally, Belle.

My heart began pounding hard and rapidly. It couldn't be - Anna Smith was in New York. Or so I assumed. I could go to Elsa and tell her but… Should I tell her? Though it shouldn't be my place to tell her what to and what not to do. I leaned back against my seat, eyebrows scrunched in frustration at the words on my screen.

No, this would only make things worst. Elsa wouldn't be able to move on like this. I quickly sent a reply.

SUBJECT: Confirmation

FROM: Olaf Nelson (Elsa Snow's personal assistant)

Thank you for your reply. I would like to see you personally so I can confirm this interview with Anna Smith first. There is something that you must know. Is Tuesday a good day?

I sighed. What could possibly go wrong? I was eager to see who this Anna Smith person was-what made her so special to Elsa that every day her mind was occupied with the thoughts of her. Perhaps… I was just a bit jealous. But my personal feelings wouldn't matter now.

A small notification popped up on the small lower right corner of the screen.

SUBJECT: Tuesday

FROM: Kristoff

Yes, Tuesday would be perfect. 10AM? Also, may I ask, why you would want to confirm this interview with me personally?

It wouldn't do much harm to tell him now, but… he just had to know.

SUBJECT: Tuesday, 10AM

FROM: Olaf

There is something I'd like to tell you that I can't/won't via e-mail. Do not worry, it is something you'd like to hear regarding you and Anna Smith. I will see you soon.

I looked at the time on my watch, huffing a breath. Patience… need to have patience. The streets were quite bare from any people today for some reason, the sky clear from any clouds, and the sun was brightly shining down at me. It was about 10:20 already.

He was running late. No, that was quite alright - nobody could be perfect. I'd assume there was a few traffic here and there while he came to the cafe.

I'd ordered two coffees and sandwiches in advance, knowing that our conversation would last quite long. Sometimes, I could be a bit too kind.

I buttoned up my jacket and tightened my tie around my neck. Where is he?

Speaking of the devil… I glared at the man, blond hair and all, running towards me with a bag slung over his shoulder. It must've been him. I'd never seen him before; however… the vibe just seemed just right. I smiled gently as he slowed down.
"Sorry, sorry! Y-You must be Olaf?" He offered me a hand. I got up and took it.

"Yes, you must be Kristoff. Please, have a seat."

He chuckled nervously as he did what he was told, putting his bag-it looked quite heavy-down on the floor. "Again… I'm sorry. I was trying to grab my car but… god, it's a piece of junk."

"That's alright. Have a drink, you seem a bit out of breath." I chortled. I could see that he was quite muscular. "I thought you might be hungry so I'd went ahead and brought us breakfast."

"Oh, that's perfect!" He took a sip of his coffee. "Thank you so much… I didn't think you'd buy breakfast. I was going to do that."

"Well, aren't you glad I did?" I smiled, watching him spell out a hearty laugh before calming down.

"So you said you have something to tell me? What is it?"

Ah, going to straight to the point, are we? I didn't mind it.

I sat up straight with a deep breath, wrapping my fingers around the warm cup of coffee. My reflection on the dark liquid was so prominent. Where should I even begin? "Well… first of all, have you researched about Miss Snow's past?"

He hummed. "Well… there… wasn't much to research about-actually, I couldn't find much about her past. The only thing I found was how her grandfather founded this company and handed it down to her. Oh! And her brother, Jack Snow, is also a pianist who won many awards. Got a huge amount of fans too."

Interesting. So he knew this much, I was almost surprised.

"Could you tell me more about Miss Snow?"

Kristoff gazed at me in confusion. "Why would you…"

"I'd like to know what you know."

Silence. I was afraid he'd get suspicious. "Um… well, she was born here in LA, raised by a wealthy family. She used to be a violinist at a very young age and was extremely good at what she did. She became quite famous, just like her brother, but when the years passed… or when she began middle school or so she stopped what she did for whatever reason. Her grandfather died when she was in the middle of college… I think."

"That is correct, yes. Continue."

"By that time, her grandfather's only wish was for Elsa to become the next CEO." He was missing a part. A big part. And I knew exactly why. Everything about Anna Smith… about Belle... about her injury was completely shut out from the public immediately when she'd began to recover. However… not as good as the recovery would've gone.

I crossed my arms, deep in my own thoughts, my eyes gazing darkly at my own cup of coffee. So he didn't know what was hidden in Elsa Snow's life-and that was normal. Nobody could've known besides me, Elsa… and a handful of other people.

"Well, what if I told you… the reason why she stopped playing violin was because she had an injury?"

One blink. Two blinks. "What? W-Wait, wait, wait." He began searching through his bag and took out a notepad and a pencil. I quirked my eyebrow up. "Okay, I'm ready."

"First off, what made you so interested in interviewing my boss?" Ah, boss first, then a friend.

He tapped his pencil on his chin. "Hm… well, let's see, I've always been interested in talking to people that seem mysterious to me - who's quite unknown to the public. Though, Miss Snow doesn't seem like the type to be unknown. I've seen some pictures and done some research on her." I grimaced at the choice of his wordings. "She'd done modeling before right?"

"Yes, for a hobby."

"Right, and with a face being so gorgeous, a grandfather that's so important in her life and a brother that's seemingly so popular and all… I was curious of why nobody would recognize her. So I called up the other day for an interview. Also, this is a project that I need to do for class." He laughed nervously. I see.

This was nothing special in particular. So he was curious. I couldn't fix that curiosity right away. Perhaps I could try to tell him what I knew.

"A-Anyway, you were saying? Injury?" He shifted in his seat anxiously.

I smiled. "Yes. Injury."

"Was it bad? When did that happen?"

"Well, the time she realized she had to stop playing was because she'd hurt herself trying to protect someone from getting hurt when she was younger. A fixture fell on her right shoulder and arm in the midst of that."

He gulped, only pausing when he heard that final part. Kristoff looked quite concerned - perhaps even imagining how she'd look like back then. "D-Did she…"

I sighed. "She bled quite a bit, but her arm is fully functional. Her shoulder, however… was what made an impact on her the most. Recovery took quite a long time, only giving her the time to reflect on what she did. By the time she got into middle school, her grandfather was persistent and told her to stop trying, which she did."

"I… I didn't know all this. How-"

"Everything was kept a secret for a reason, sir. With a child so young haunted by what happened, there was no other choice than to hide her away from the public. It wasn't the best choice… but Elsa had always wanted a normal life too."

"Now? Why is she still hiding from the public?"

I shrugged. Even I didn't know. But I could only assume. "What would anyone do if someone famous suddenly comes out from the shadows?"

"Pounce on them, of course."

"Miss Snow wouldn't like that. But with my constant persistent, she agreed to only do this interview so long as you keep it short and not personal."

"I see…" I'd hoped he understood where I was coming from. I only wanted to protect Elsa, at the same time, giving her the courage to feel free.

"What about that person? The person she saved? Are they alive?"

Ah, here it is. I smiled and took a sip of my coffee. "Oh, yes… I assume she is okay. Would you like to know who she is?"

"Yes please."

"It's Anna Smith."

I'd already gotten home by the time Kristoff had given me a phone call for the night. I'd told him for any reason or questions he had, he should call me - I didn't expect him to call me this early.

"Hello, this is Olaf."

I tugged my tie off, gazing into the starry sky. The night had gotten quite cold at this time of year, people still wandering around, and cars zooming down the streets with the wind. I turned the lights on.

Perhaps. I should be feeling guilty for keep this away from Elsa, but I wasn't. I pressed a hand against the cold glass window.

"H-Hi, it's Kristoff."

Gazing down at the ground, I expected him to ask me more questions. "I assume you are calling for more information?"

"I… uh, I just wanna make sure… is it really Anna? She's never said anything about Elsa."

"Are you worried?"

"N-No, of course not! Though… I… I'm just not sure if I know what happened to Anna quite well. And if it really was her in the first place." I knew he had some doubts.

I closed my eyes. "Yes, my apologies. Anna did lose her memories at the time. I figured she wouldn't remember anything after all these years as well."

"I see…" A pause. I leaned my back against the glass, crossing my arms around my figure. If he had to take this time to take all this in… I was willing to wait - perhaps, even spending all night talking about this. "S-So… should I still accompany her when the day comes or…"

"It would be best if you let her come by herself. I know this will be hard for you and Elsa, but you should think about this." I wouldn't this was the best way to handle this. At the same time, I'd realize Elsa would handle her emotions.

She'd changed from a timid person… to… to someone else.

"Okay, I'll… see what I can do," he responded. "I don't think she'll be very happy about me not being there, but… I'll try to convince her."

"Please, keep this a secret."

"I know, don't worry."

I hoped he'd do whatever he could to bring them back together. Oh, I could only hope… Anna would accept her.

And I could only hope, I hadn't made the wrong decision.