It's almost three in the morning when she's woken up by Nicholas' nephew returning home, stampeding through the house and grumbling to his dogs, owning the place like the obnoxious jerk he is. He makes a ruckus in the kitchen, yanking cabinet doors open and knocking cups on the counter, clattering away in the cutlery drawer with zero consideration for the amount of noise he's making on a goddamn Wednesday night.
Elsa tosses under the sheets, trying to muffle the sound of her new housemate with a pillow over her head, but when she can still hear him stomping around too loud not to be on purpose, it only makes her angrier. Giving up, she sprawls on the bed, staring at the dark ceiling until her eyes adjust to the dimness.
There's a low mewling and tiny scratches outside her window, and having given up on going back to sleep any time soon, she gets up to check it out.
She frowns. There's a cat on the other side of the glass panel! And not any cat. That Jack person's tabby cat looks at her with a tilted head and big round eyes. Apparently, pets take after their owners in the strangest ways, for the cat seems to perfectly emulate its owner's late-night tendencies, finally returning home after a day of feline adventures in the outer world.
She opens the window and scratches the cat under its chin. "Did you have fun outside?"
The cat purs, allowing her to pet him for a moment before hopping inside and making a beeline to her bed. She watches with an arched eyebrow as it curls up in the warm spot she has just vacated like that's what the cat has done its whole life.
"You're in the wrong room, kitty."
There is no response, bar from the even rise and fall of the cat's breathing, and she sighs in acceptance. Elsa gently nudges the cat to make room for herself on the bed as she mumbles, "You could at least try not to hog all the space..."
Soon after, the cat is curling up on the crook of her neck, its warm fur tickling her chin. "If this is to become our new routine, you and I will need to have a serious talk about personal space in the morning, mister."
The cat ignores her. She closes her eyes and sighs.
Self-centered just like his owner.