"Hans?" Elsa asked. She hadn't reached for his hand, and she didn't plan on it until she got some answers. She had never met a journalist who didn't introduce themselves with their full name. But then again, she had never had one journalist show up to an interview in the place of another.

"Oh! Where are my manners? Pardon me, Miss Beck, I'm sure you were expecting Mr. Gad to be here. He had a last second family emergency, he sends his regards," said Hans, putting his hand down.

Elsa's eyes narrowed. It was uncharacteristic Jonathan to cancel an interview abruptly without notice. Especially when said journalist had changed the venue just a week ago.

"I see..."

"I am honored to be here in his stead and I will do my best to make this interview go as smoothly as possible," said Hans. He quickly maneuvered behind Elsa, and pulled out the chair for her. "Shall we begin?"

Well we're here already. Let's just get this over with.

Anna loved spending her days off out in the city. Now that spring had come about, she could finally rehash her favorite routine; getting as lost as possible. She would spend an entire hour just walking, taking turns instinctively, until she decided she was lost enough to begin her day.

The only problem with these adventures was she would be too tired to walk back by the end of the day, and Kristoff would usually have to come pick her up. "I swear I'll make it home next time!" she would shout in the car. I haven't seen him in a while, I should visit him this week.

Once she decided she was lost enough, she started exploring her new environment. She was so close to finishing up her portfolio, she just needed a few more shots to complete it. Her last few searches had brought nothing. Today just felt special, and she was determined more than ever.

Just a few decent photos... That's all I need.

She started walking down the street, hands out in front of her, framing the world for her eyes, swinging her make-shift camera around trying to find the perfect shot.

Elsa was growing more and more agitated by the journalist. He had already asked twice about her parents, both times being told bluntly, "That's not what this interview is about, next question." She was trying to keep calm, but he was poking and prodding. And so, when he brought up her parents for a third time, she snapped.

"What are you doing here Hans?" asked Elsa in a flat tone.

"I'm sorry?"

"You claim that you are here working in Mr. Gad's stead, and yet you are not asking any of the questions that relate to the topic we planned on discussing. I've already had the discussion you are trying to make me have with him, three years ago. He knew how much I didn't like talking about it, so I'm shocked that he didn't tell you about it, aren't you? That is, if you really came here on his behalf."

"Well I-"

"It's also funny, that he changed the venue just a few days ago, out of the blue. Actually, it wasn't him, according to Gerda. It was his assistant. I don't remember him ever hiring an assistant though. Strange, isn't it? I was only suspicious before, but now that I've said it all out loud, even you must see why I am having doubts that you are who you say you are." Her voice was starting to rise, though her face said otherwise.

"If I may ease your mind-"

"No you may not. I am very offended Mr. Gad would send someone clearly incapable of carrying out a professional interview. I will be calling him as soon as I leave, which is now. You will excuse me." Elsa got up and stormed out of the establishment as calmly as possible.

She stormed right out of the building and down the street. Once she had cooled off, she realized that she had walked six blocked in rage. Cursing herself for losing control, she took a deep breath, and pulled out her phone.

Okay, it's fine, I'm just going to call Kai, and he'll come pick me up, and we will go to that doctor's appointment, and we'll be home.

Elsa began to scroll through her contacts, and as she got-

"Freeze!"

Her eyes jolted upward, disoriented by the sudden command. Her eyes began to look around for the culprit, though there weren't many people around to begin with-

"You're doing great! Just stay like that!"

Elsa followed the voice to a pair of hands extended in front of a young girls face. What is she doing? She's... in the middle of the sidewalk staring at me through her hands?

Elsa couldn't get a good look at the girl's face, so she studied the rest of her.

She's dressed very plainly, slightly dirty. She's not from around here definitely. Well, there is that "Assisted Living Facility" not too far from here... Did she get lost? No, that doesn't make sense... Maybe-

"Okay okay seriously, I'm going to need just a few more seconds I swear!"

The strange girl put her hands down to reach for something in her bag. For a split second Elsa worried, slowly reaching for the mace in her purse. When she realized the girl was still struggling with her bag, Elsa looked up to study the face that was hidden before.

Elsa studied the stranger carefully, from her messy ginger hair, to every freckle that powdered her face. The girl's face scrunched up, trying to open her bag, and as she struggled harder her tongue stuck out, if only a little.

"Aha!" yelled the ginger, pulling something out of her bag with a triumphant smile.

"Okay few more seconds, for real this time!" the ginger girl looked up and smiled at Elsa.

Her voice was lost to Elsa, who was still trying to determine whether or not this girl was as innocent as she seemed.

"Smile!"

Wait what?

Elsa finally came to her senses. The girl in front of her had a camera in her hands, a quite big one at that, and before she knew it, the girl took several pictures, verified by the quiet snaps of the camera.

"There, all done! Thanks a lot! You made my job a lot easier!" The girl turned to walk away, happily humming a tune to herself.

Elsa cursed the paparazzi girl for catching her off guard as she marched toward the conniving little devil.

"I did not give you consent! I demand that you erase those pictures immediately!" Elsa cried out, admittedly more desperately than she had intended.

"What?" The girl turned around, confused. "But why? You... you looked so happy when I took the picture! I-I only need them to complete a portfolio, I'm not going to show them to the world! I mean why would I? That would be totally weird wouldn't it? You're a total stranger I've never even met, why would I just go around showing your picture, I mean not saying you're not worth showing to people, but..."

Elsa realized that the stumbling list of words coming out of the girls mouth was getting harder to hear. Soon, she couldn't hear anything outside her own heart. All of her senses seemed to dull, quickly fading away. The strange burnt scent of the ginger disappeared, and she couldn't smell anything. Her thoughts became clouded and she felt disoriented and confused. Her vision started to dim, everything melted into a blur, and suddenly-

Darkness.