short chapter is short but there's a plot point im desperate to get to so... [edit: added like, 500 words to make it an actual chapter] [also if you didn't guess this then shame on you ;)]

They don't take you back to your office. Olaf is practically humming with excitement when he leads you down the other end of the hallway. With a wave of his arms, he indicates a room you've only been in once before. It's right next to Elsa's office, and you just sit there and gape for a moment.

Your name is actually written on the door, and you have letters after it.

Anna Ackerman, Personal Assistant.

Okay, so, you're a PA. And, probably, most people wouldn't be happy about it because 'I work under people' is essentially the job title.

But you know this office. It's the office of the girl – or it was the office of the girl – who used to be Elsa's PA.

You turn to the blonde woman and gape. "Wha-?"

Elsa gives you a smile and an airy shrug. "We reward good people," she says. The words are familiar, and you feel yourself tearing up. They reward good people. They rewarded you.

"Come on, Anna," Olaf says, before you can get too caught up in the moment. You're a little grateful. "Let's get you settled in. Close your eyes!"

You do as he bids, and you hear the door open. Your chair moves subtly, and a warm breath washes over your ear. "You don't mind, do you?"

Elsa's voice is so soft, it's ridiculous. Swallowing, you nod your head.

"I mean, uh, no," you almost whisper. You feel yourself being pushed forward, only a few feet.

"Ta-da!" Olaf cries. "Open your eyes!"

Slowly, smile playing on your lips, you do. The expression vanishes as you take in the room around you, and your heart seems to rise to your throat and get stuck. Blinking, you look from Olaf to the walls and floors, infinitely away that Elsa hasn't let go of the handles of your chair, or the fact that you're tearing up.

Olaf looks from you to Elsa, and then back to you, and through the film over your eyes, you see him make a jerky movement. She walks around and, noticing your state, almost drops to the floor. Her hand reaches out for yours, and though you notice her hesitating a moment, she eventually takes it.

"Anna?" she asks. "These- this is happy, right?"

Sucking back a sniffle, you jerk your head in an emphatic nod. "It's w-wonderful," you whisper. And it is.

The window is even bigger than your old office, and it goes well with the increase in floor-space. You have a view of a park with a playground and a sports field, and they'd moved the desk so you can see out during the day.

The walls are a freshly-painted green, but it isn't the dark, dull green of your previous office. It's a light, foresty kind of colour. The feature wall is a deep purple, and it's honestly the nicest room you've ever called your own. Elsa – or someone – has moved the plants, and a few other decorations have been added; there's a vase with a flower on the desk, and a bright rug on the beigy-grey carpet. Even your desk is pretty – one of those modern ones, with the thing legs and light frame, but it doesn't look cheap.

"How- when did you find time to do this?" you ask, once you've gained some control. Olaf shrugs his shoulders.

"When you had those few days off, we got some people in. You said green was your favourite colour."

You nod, but your eyebrows are furrowed. "Days off?"

Here, Elsa bites her lip, catching your attention when she turns her head away – almost guiltily. "It's uh, it's why it took so long for us to... rectify the mistake," she said. "We- I didn't realise anything was wrong until you didn't show... By then, we'd gotten worried, so Olaf brought up your file, and I... dropped in for a visit."

You don't know what to say. It's almost amazing how a small miscommunication could result in something so, well, big, but on the other hand...

They were worried. Elsa was worried. And as you cast your eyes between her and Olaf and your new office, smiling, you feel your heart stutter with something you're not really sure how to describe.

You settle on happiness. That's close enough. Sheer, unadulterated joy.