If the sleepless night had turned out to be long, Elsa knew that the day would be even longer. She did manage to get some sleep, if forty minutes was considered sleep, that is. She "woke up" unsatisfied. It took her a few moments to figure out what was lingering on the back of her head.

Anna.

She reached for her phone but still nothing from her. Anna had never been that angry before, even if she was mad she'd respond to her texts, even when they were not dating.

It was four hours since her last attempt to reach her. She was now sitting at some office her sister dragged her into and she was pretty sure if that hadn't been the case, she'd go back to Anna immediately.

The executioner was running late. Were will readings suppose to take that long anyway? It's not like there were many people to distribute her father's belongings to, or so she thought. They'd been waiting there a while, and hour or so.

What is it with people and not being punctual?

Ugh, where's this man? I have better things to do and why isn't Anna responding me?!

"Elsa are you okay?" Ygrette shot her a look after sensing tension on Elsa.

The blonde lifted her head immediately, taken by surprise. "I'm fine, I just..." she swallowed, "I have other things to attend to is all. Do you mind if I leave?"

"I don't actually, but the reading won't happen unless all parties are here and that includes you," Ygrette pursed her lips.

Elsa crossed her arms against her chest and rested her head on the wall behind the sofa. She tried texting Anna one more time.

Elsa: Anna for god's sake I'm worried. Can you at least let me know you're alive? I know you're mad but even a k will suffice.

She stared down at the screen for a few seconds, hoping that Anna would respond immediately.

"I apologize ladies. Traffic has been terrible lately. Now if you would please come into my office, we shall begin."

The sisters stood up and followed the bald man into his office. The place seemed quite elegant although a bit too extravagant for an office.

"Talk about Italian pride," Ygrette whispered as they passed the threshold. Elsa replied with a smile.

The man made it to the side of his desk and placed his briefcase on top of it. "Since I've kept you waiting long I imagine you want to get this over with as soon as possible."

"Please," they both said.

"Very well then. Now I should remind you, before I begin, whatever you two receive will be subject to tax as of the day of distribution whether you decide to dispose of the assets or not."

"Fine, just get to it." Ygrette said, somewhat impatiently.

Elsa rolled her eyes and was about to make a comment when she received a text. Quickly, she unlocked the home screen and was relieved to have received a text from Anna, even though it was just a simple 'k'. She smiled to herself even if she was hoping Anna would elaborate more. She needed to be patient.

"-in addition to that, Ygrette Arendelle will receive his two private collections, the properties located in New Orleans and the chain of hotels in California, Dubai and New York. Twenty-six percent of Arendelle Corporate stock shall be allocated to her."

Ygrette nudged her sister's elbow in an attempt to get her to pay attention.

"Elsa Arendelle will receive the Paris residence and any other residence disposed of by the other heir and any residence acquired by Adgar Arendelle after her eighteenth birthday. Also, she is to receive twenty-five percent of Arendelle Corporate stock and an additional twenty-six percent if the other heir decides to dispose of it upon acquisition."

"What?" Was Elsa's quiet, yet surprised response. Sure she'd expected some properties here and there, but part of the company? Who would have thought her father actually wanted her to have anything to do with his legacy.

"Congratulations, sis. You now own the second highest share of the company." Elsa wasn't sure whether she was supposed to be surprised at the fact that she did own a big part of the company or the fact that her sister's congratulations were genuine.

The man cleared his throat, "there's one last thing ladies. You two are now the owners of Arendelle Estate."

Not having Elsa around like she'd gotten used to was different, weird and perhaps even unpleasant. Not being in good terms with her, however, was something else entirely. Something felt off and she couldn't quite put a finger on it. She'd been restless during the night and all through the morning. She desperately wished to make Elsa see things from her point of view but she couldn't blame Elsa alone. She too, had been unreasonable when the blonde tried to reason with her. In the end she figured there was no point in assigning blame and it would be best to move forward.

She finished pouring milk over her cereal and made herself back upstairs. It was passed nine and thankfully her parents were out that day. Otherwise they'd sit her down and try to question her, she was sure. Not that she would mind. She loved having conversations with her parents, it wasn't often that she got to see them nowadays but that thing with Elsa had her too distracted to talk about anything else. Surely her parents would understand and they'd offer advice but she knew that the advice might not be what she wanted to hear. She needed to be reassured.

After rereading all the texts she'd gotten from Elsa during the night – and after feeling a bit guilty for not responding – she dialed Kristoff because, who was better at giving advice than him?

He made his way over and soon enough he was making himself at home, preparing himself and Anna sandwiches like they used to when they were kids.

"It's not even lunch time yet, Kristoff," the man raised his arms, one slice of bread on one hand and a knife on the other while he attempted a shrug.

"Hey if you don't want it I can eat both."

"Oh you know me better than that." She walked towards the counter and took a bite of the sandwich.

"That's what I thought," he had a smirk on his face but held back a laugh after noticing Anna's mood. He wondered whether she was upset. "You look like you're going through something. Care to elaborate?"

"It's Elsa," Anna sighed.

"Is it her Father's stuff?" He tried to guess. "Cause I don't see why that should have you this way."

"No, not really. We kind of got in a fight."

Kristoff nodded. He understood that Anna needed a friend, and possibly advice but he also didn't want to pry. If Anna wanted to tell him what the fight was about, she would so he didn't even ask. "I'm sure it'll be alright. I take it this was your first fight?"

"As a couple, yes."

He opened the fridge to look for a drink. "Trust me, it'll be alright. Either she'll come around or you will."

"Ugh, but I can't help but feel like everything's my fault, for pushing her." She leaned against the counter. She wanted to be more specific about what was going on but she knew that releasing everything will lead to Kristoff worrying about Ygrette and she wasn't sure she wanted that for him.

"Then make it better, that's what you should do."

The redhead bit her lip, "how? I've been ignoring her all night and… I don't know, it would be weird, you know?"

"Okay so, let me get this straight," he finished chewing and swallowed the food in his mouth, "you want to be okay with her but you don't want it to be like what you've been doing for the past days?" Anna nodded. "Then it's simple, if you ask me. Just go be there for her. You know where she is, right? Surprise her and make it better. I'm sure she'll appreciate it."

Anna thought about it. Why didn't she think of that before? "Kristoff, I think that may be the best idea you've given me thus far. I'll start packing right now! Oh gosh, I also have to call my parents and let them know and get my car ready for the trip and-"

"Anna if you keep rambling you're going to be so late."

She stopped pacing around, "you're right, you're right. Thanks, Kristoff. I'm going to go upstairs and get ready."

He smiled and shook his head. "Oh, Anna."

As the funeral was approaching, the days were getting busier. Elsa could have swore she had already dealt with more than half the people on the list her sister handed her that morning after meeting with the executioner. For some reason, she figured that after the reading of the will things would calm down a bit but on the contrary, the opposite seemed to be true. They now had more to deal with, not to mention all the press that attempted to get an interview with them. Didn't they know about boundaries during times like these?

Doing her job, or rather what her sister expected of her, was turning to be more difficult than she thought. Her mind couldn't help but wonder off and she found herself thinking about Anna more often than not. She regretted being less understanding about Anna's feelings, she just wasn't used to having someone care for her so deeply that she'd have to take their opinions and feelings into consideration. It was wrong of her and maybe she should apologize but she also felt like she ought to do more than that.

Anna was right after all, Hans was a dangerous man. What was she thinking about accepting his invite? Was she about to walk right into his trap? Unfortunately, that wasn't the worse part. The invitation had been intended for both Anna and Elsa and the latter refused to reveal that part to her girlfriend. Having her there would just make things more difficult for her because she didn't want to put her in danger. She felt bad for lying to her and also for not listening to her. Maybe it would be best to not attend that event after all.

She grabbed her phone. She needed to call Hans, she needed to tell him that she wouldn't be attending. Unfortunately for her, the man didn't pick up his phone and she was forced to send him a text message.

"Hey," there was a knock at the door and then her sister made her way in. "I brought takeout for dinner. I figured we needed a break."

Elsa leaned back on her chair, "you can say that again."

"It has been a long day." Ygrette handed her a box and a fork, which Elsa took after grabbing some papers and placing them on the side.

"And the funeral is tomorrow. Are you ready for that?"

"I don't think anyone is ever ready for that," the older sister played with her food.

Elsa noticed her discomfort on the topic and realized that bringing that up might not have been the best idea. "Hey, it'll be okay. He would be proud of you."

"I don't know about that."

"What do you mean?" Elsa asked.

"Let's just say that the man made some mistakes. He only saw what he wanted to see and that was probably his biggest defect. Take you for instance, I'm sure mom would be incredibly proud of you, but father refused to see that."

Elsa wasn't sure if there was truth behind what her sister was saying and even if there was, she decided not to give it much importance. "Well, that never really bothered me. It did get to me at one point. All I wanted was his approval of me or maybe just a family but I learned to overlook it but you're right. Things would have probably been different. I'm better now though. I'm great."

"I can see that. It's good for you. Not many people manage to do what you did. Surely you don't hold it against him."

"No. I don't deserve it and he didn't either. We might not have been in a good place but I like to think there was some closure at the end. Maybe he did feel some kind of affection towards me, who knows?"

"I do. And he did, he just never showed it. He had too much pride."

"That's for sure."

Nothing was said for a while, the two perfectly content with the silence on the room as they ate. It was nice feeling comfortable around each other. Elsa couldn't remember what it felt like to have a sister.

"I've noticed you've been somewhat distracted throughout the day. Is it Anna?" Ygrette looked at her and smiled, she knew she was right.

"Am I that predictable?"

The brunette wiped herself with a napkin after taking a gulp of her drink and nodded. "You know? I knew you two would end up together. I knew it since your little act back at her parents' house. What was that about anyway?"

"Oh nothing, just some miscommunication with her parents that caused us to create that lie." She wasn't entirely sure why, but she blushed.

"Well whatever brought you together doesn't matter. You seem happy and that is what matters. My question is, is it serious?"

"Define serious."

"Hmm. I suppose I could ask you instead if you see yourself with someone else after Anna?" Ygrette tried a different approach.

"Well, I… I hope it'll always be Anna and no one else."

"Then that answers the question. I remember when I first met her, I tried to warn her about you when she first moved into your dorm," she joked.

Elsa laughed, "no wonder she hated me for a good amount of the semester."

"I doubt that's true. I find it hard to believe that Anna is capable of hating anyone."

Elsa nodded, that was true. "Great observat-"

There was another knock on the door and both sisters turned their gaze quickly towards that direction, both rolling their eyes at the possibility that they might be required somewhere else to do who knows what now.

"Pardon for interrupting again," Beatrice didn't come in but instead only sneaked in her head.

"What is it now Beatrice?"

The petite girl at the door shifted her eyes between the two sisters before saying anything. "It's actually for Elsa, someone requested her downstairs at the lobby."

"Oh? Do we know who it is?" Elsa asked as she stood up.

"Hans Western-"

"Hans? What is he doing here?" Ygrette exclaimed.

"Tell him I'll be there momentarily, please." Elsa order and Beatrice nodded, leaving the girls alone once again.

"What do you think he wants?" Asked Ygrette, finding the situation as surprising as Elsa did.

"I have no clue but I might as well see what he wants."

"Do you need me to come with you?" The older sister offered.

"I'll be fine. Besides, we don't want him to suspect anything, do we?"

Ygrette agreed and Elsa makes herself down to the lobby area where Hans was already waiting for her. He leaved his seat as soon as he spotted her, closing the proximity between the two, despite Elsa trying to do the opposite.

"Sorry for coming without a warning but I felt it more personal than responding to your text," he stated.

"I tried calling you and couldn't reach you, but I take it you know I won't be attending then?"

He nodded, a bit too excitedly on Elsa's opinion. "That's actually why I'm here."

"Go on."

"Well, I figured since you won't be coming to the event then you should join me for dinner tonight."

Elsa hesitated. What was this man thinking? "Hans I thought I made it clear that I am with Anna."

His eyes widened as if he'd just come to that realization. "Of course, of course. This is for business though, nothing personal."

She could simply refuse, she knew that. But a part of her wanted to investigate further; to know more about what made Hans tick. She was intrigued, to say the least. "Why not? I'll just need to grab my things and I'll be back down again."

"So tell me, how's Anna? I haven't seen either of you in a while now." The two were sitting at a small table, waiting for their food to arrive.

"She's actually out of town. Vacation with her parents."

The less he knows, the better. She thought.

He took a sip of his wine, "oh so, it's just you now?"

She wondered why he was asking those questions and particularly now when he'd said that the dinner was business related. "You could say that. I'm sorry but, what part of this dinner is business?" She needed to be blunt, and so she was.

"Ah, directly to the point, huh?" Hans smiled and Elsa knew immediately that he was trying too hard.

"If you would. I would prefer it that way."

"Okay. Let's get down to business then." He looked around, not sure on where to start. How could he be so good at pretending? "First I should offer my condolences. I didn't know your father much but I'm sure he was a great man and I'm sure you take after him."

Elsa wasn't sure on whether she should take that as an insult or a compliment. "I didn't know you knew him at all, until recently, that is."

"I had the privilege of talking to him one or twice but I digress. His death was a shock to all of us-"

"Us?" Elsa interrupted, a bit taken aback.

"Well, us prospective partners, I mean."

Good save, Elsa thought.

"Your point is?"

Hans waited until the food was served to continue. "My point is, just because your father is dead doesn't mean that the deal we were about to close should be too. That's why you're here." He gestured towards her.

"I had a chance to go over the deal recently-"

"Oh really? That's great." He nodded.

"-And I'm afraid it won't happen. I wasn't aware that it wasn't completely legal until I revised it." She patiently waited from an expression from Hans that would give him away. She needed to pick up something, anything. And she did.

The man's eyes widened and his jaw stiffened. If she'd seen him angry before, he was angrier now.

"That shouldn't change things. Your father wasn't a man who followed the rules, was he?" He tried a different tactic.

"He may or may not have been. But I'm not my father and it's not happening."

"Well, that's a shame. This deal could have been beneficial for both of us. I'd hate to see something happen to your father's legacy." He seemed calmer now but surely he was hiding behind his words, Elsa knew that.

Was that a threat?

"Just like you hated to see my father die?" She didn't expect those words to come out of her mouth, but they did.

"Where are you getting at?" He tilted his head, narrowed his eyes and leaned in. "Are you accusing me, Ms. Arendelle?"

Well, might as well confront him now.

"I've connected the dots, Hans. Let me tell you, it doesn't look too well for you. I know you had something to do with my father's death."

"I would nev-"

"Please. Just admit it. He might not have known you at all, but I do. I know you and Weselton have a plan, I heard it all."

He smiled and shook his head in disbelief several times. "You know what? I won't even deny it. It's true. I killed your father, Elsa. But you know what the best part is?" She didn't say anything, she only stared at him. "You have no proof."

"You won't get away with this," she tried.

"Oh, but I will." He took a gulp of his drink now. "That deal is happening, understood?"

"We'll see about that."

He laughed. "You don't know what I'm capable of."

After the events that transpired, Elsa finds herself walking to her apartment at a later time than usual. It wasn't often that she arrived early, but what with the Hans incident, she lost track of time.

She still found hard to believe his confession. Who did he think he was? Of course that changed things, although not entirely. At least now the company's board would be aware of Hans' threat. That reminded her to call Ygrette and keep her up to date.

Elsa was exhausted, not just physically but also mentally. After all, she'd gotten almost no sleep during the past day. As she walked through the hallway and towards her apartment, she searched for her keys and her phone, not aware of the figure coming towards her.

"Elsa!" She first felt arms envelop her and then the subtle contact of cheek on cheek. Her panic subsided once she was able to spot the red hair.

"Anna, what are you doing here?"

"I missed you, silly. And I know you thought I was mad but I wasn't, not really. I was just worried and I really, really wanted to see you. Surprise!" Anna was clearly too excited. On any other day, that would make Elsa's day but on that particular moment all she could do was tolerate it. She knew that the incident with Hans was clouding her judgement.

"I… I uh-"

"Elsa?" Anna stared at her in confusion, there was something off about the blonde.

"Here, why don't we go inside?" She opened the door and Anna followed her into her apartment.

"Yeah, I've been waiting a while." Elsa didn't say anything. Instead, she looked at her. "And you don't look too happy, something wrong?"

"Yes actually. Anna you shouldn't be here. You should be back home, with your parents." Elsa kept walking around, finding little things to do to avoid meeting Anna's gaze.

"Really? Really, Elsa? I come here for you, to surprise you and you're not even happy about that?" Anna was becoming flustered.

"Anna, I've had a long day and you should have talked to me about this before showing up."

"Oh, so you can do whatever you want without consulting me and I have to talk to you about it before I do it? How is that fair?" Anna began pacing around. Another fight wasn't exactly what she had in mind when Kristoff first advised her to find Elsa.

That seemed to do it for Elsa, who suddenly stopped whatever she was doing and looked at Anna, furiously. "Anna! You're being careless. It's not safe for you here… you shouldn't be here!" She wasn't sure at point she started yelling.

"I don't understand, what makes it not safe? Me wanting to see my girlfriend makes me careless?"

Elsa sighed. "It's Hans, okay? He admitted to everything and he made a threat. I told him we weren't going to his event and one thing led to ano-"

"We?" Anna blurted out. "You mean we as in me and you?"

There was silence. Anna diverted her eyes to the floor. "He invited both of us, didn't he? And you lied to me and told me he invited you so I wouldn't come. I see."

"No listen, Anna-"

"No! No, Elsa. You listen for a change. I thought it was stupid for me to be mad at you this time and I thought it was even more stupid for you to be mad at me right now but it's me who should be mad. Have you even thought this through? You know what? I can't talk to you right now."

"I've had a long day, Anna. I need to sleep and I'm sure you do as well. We should talk about this tomorrow."

Anna closed her eyes momentarily and nodded. "I'm sleeping here," she pointed towards the couch.

"Anna, the bed is big enough for two…" Elsa insisted.

"Like I said, I can't talk to you right now and I need some space to think."

"Okay, sure. I'll get you some blankets." The blonde headed towards her room and brought some blankets for Anna. She didn't think her night could have gotten worse after that dinner with Hans. She only hoped the next day would be better. It would be if Anna stopped giving her the silent treatment.

They both finished getting the couch ready, and they both stood awkwardly waiting for the other one to say something.

"Well, I'll be going." Elsa said and leaned in for a kiss but was disappointed when Anna pulled away.

"Elsa, not now. Please."

Elsa didn't say anything. She merely walked towards her room, headed for the shower in hopes of clearing up her mind. Unfortunately, that didn't work as well as she wanted. She'd spend a good twenty minutes in the shower but that just seemed to be a waste of time. Before she headed to bed she opened the door to the hallway. She could see part of the living room and, with the little amount of light available, the shadow of Anna shifting on the couch.

She finally retired and it wasn't until thirty minutes later, when she was almost falling asleep, that she felt the redhead get under the covers next to her. Anna placed a soft kiss on the blonde's cheek and they both went to sleep.

"Weselton, this is Hans. The plan has changed."

…

"She knows."

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"No no, nothing is happening to Elsa. I have other plans for her."

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"I'm sure she'd do anything for Anna."

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"We'll have to test that out."

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"Of course not. She won't expect us to hit so soon."

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"I've followed her home and I already have a plan."

AN: early update, enjoy.