sorry this took so long. im quickly running out of prepared content for this. also wanna update wtsc, but that will be later

'Using the computer' is added to your remarkably short list of tasks. Instead of filing real papers, you get to file electronic ones. Olaf pops in every few days, and you realise that you haven't made any friends aside from him. You had to ask him for help when you did something stupid on the computers. You couldn't face asking Ella.

Elsa tries again a week later, this time bringing a picture of a sunflower. You wonder what her need to decorate your office is, but you brush it aside. She's just being nice, and the picture is pretty.

This time, you agree to going out to lunch with her. She chooses a little café, out of the way but close enough that you don't have to get a taxi. It's quaint, offering sandwiches and burgers, and you order a thick-shake that is actually thick (so, not a milkshake in disguise).

"How are you, Anna?" she prefaces the meal with. You give a bit of a shrug, before catching yourself. She's your boss, and she asked a question.

"Good," you find yourself saying. You realise that this is the first time you've ever really had a chance to sit down and talk to Elsa. It's the first time you've ever really had a chance to just look at her, too.

"Thank you, by the way, for the office. It's lovely." You manage a smile, and watch as Elsa's face lifts.

"It was no problem," she says. "You're one of us – you deserve your own office. Even the janitors have their own, and they spend more time in everyone else's. It's important to have your own space, I think."

You nod. The food comes out without you sharing another word, and neither of you speak again until you're finished.

The silence isn't awkward, as such, but there's a lot unspoken. You don't know Elsa, and she doesn't know you. Having lunch with your boss is weird enough, but when your boss is the chief executive officer of a multi-million dollar corporation, it's a little more terrifying.

"What does Arendelle Enterprises do?" you ask. The internet, when you had a look after being told of the job, was unexpectedly unhelpful, and you never bother to actually read what you're filing. That would take too long. It's more a case of 'it starts with the letter A, go here', et cetera.

Elsa sighs. "We started out as an accounting firm. My parents began the business all on their own. We've looked into expanding into other sectors, and I have several new programs running."

She doesn't seem all that interested in talking about work, though. She seems distracted, and she keeps sending you odd looks.

"Are you... sure you're okay, Anna?" she asks softly. "If someone has said something, or you feel uncomfortable at all here, please let us know. We- I want this place to be a safe space."

You look at her, eyes furrowed. "I'm not being, like, bullied or anything," you say. "Can't a girl just have an off-day without people panicking?"

Elsa gives a faint smile. "Off-days don't suit you," she says, but you can't help the frown. She's- that's a compliment, usually, you think, but right now, it only annoys you.

But you don't want to bring Elsa down. She's taken you out to lunch because she wanted to make up for her behaviour.

And she has, in part. You want her to stop asking if you're okay, but if this is... this is friends, yeah? Or at least, a friendly relationship. Acquaintances, at the very least. Elsa... Elsa seems approachable. You don't really want to burden her with your own problems (you have way too many to count, anyway) so you just shrug and smile.

Elsa asks, when you're back at the office, if you wanted to get lunch again with her next week, too.