woop long time coming. but we're on the move. yay.

You're glad you're early, because the duty free shop is big and awesome and you're not big on drinking but there's a huge bottle of a type of Bacardi you never see, so you get it. You ask Elsa if it's allowed – not on the plane, but rather, allowed because this is a work visit. Her expression, which had been kind of tight since you'd left Hans, relaxes, and she smiles out of the corner of her mouth.

"I won't tell if you don't," she says, and that's good enough for you.

You also buy a huge bag of chocolate because you know you're gonna get hungry and hell, it's chocolate.

Of course, after that, you're stuck waiting, Elsa having wandered off to ask someone about an aisle wheelchair on the plane.

The wait isn't too bad. There aren't that many people waiting in the same lounge, so you take the time to phone Kristoff when it's an appropriate enough time. He's always been a 'rise with the sun' kinda guy.

He answers on the third ring, obviously having just woken up. You feel a little bad, but he doesn't mind – you're going away, after all.

You've lined it up so he'll go over and feed Joan every day. You definitely feel bad about that, but Kristoff often brings dogs home from his job at the local animal shelter, and Joan isn't a particularly travel-savvy cat.

You chat for a little while, but then Kristoff has to go because he has work, and Elsa comes back. She waits patiently just out of earshot, giving you privacy to finish your call. When you do, she steps forward.

"We better make our way to the boarding lounge," she says. You nod and heft your carry-on bag onto your lap.

Elsa leads the way down echoey corridors. There are signs posted everywhere, and it really doesn't take long enough to get to departures. It's all a bit overwhelming, really. It's a lot busier here, but Elsa walks with a purposeful stride. It's sharp and quick, but even though you can't wheel as fast as she can walk, she never gets more than a half-step in front of you.

She takes you towards a service desk. There's a young lady there who must already know who Elsa is, because she gives a nod and picks up a telephone. You can't hear what she's saying because you're still too far away, and by the time you get close enough, she's finished.

"Ms Arendelle, Miss Ackerman," she says, smiling. "How are we this morning?"

Elsa offers a brief smile and a nod. "Well, thank you. Now, this is Anna's first time flying. If there is anything that could make it more comfortable for her, see to it."

The girl smiles. "Of course." She turns to you, just as someone else arrives, pushing a very thin wheelchair in front of them. "Miss Ackerman, unfortunately we can't allow your wheelchair in the cabin. For the duration of the flight there will be an attendant with a special aisle chair for your use. The utmost care will be taken with your own chair, don't worry."

Biting your lip, you nod. You don't really like this, but what can you do? Your chair won't fit in the plane. Putting your bag on the floor, you begin shifting over to the other chair. It's awkward because there are so many people around, and this chair doesn't have armrests to help you, but you manage to do it.

At least you don't have to wait around in that chair. Because of its design, you can't push yourself, but it's time to board the plane anyway, so you make your way straight there. The nice lady asks if you want the other attendant to push you, or if Elsa doesn't mind. You honestly don't care, but you figure that the attendant probably has other things to do, and you kind of get the feeling that Elsa thinks you don't trust her – not after the whole 'gift' incident. But you do trust her, so you ask if she minds pushing you. Her eyes light up a little at the prospect, and you know you've made the right choice.