sorry this took so long. hopefully, getting back into the weekly updates, but ugh. school. my last exam is my birthday (yay...) so after that, more time :)

By the time you're sitting outside Elsa's office, all that confidence has drained to the bottom of your shoes. Maybe you should just go back to Olaf and file a complaint. That'd definitely get Elsa to stop, at any rate.

But...you know you can't because what if it's all just a gigantic misunderstanding? Could you ruin Elsa's career – her life – because you were too scared to just talk to her?

Taking a deep breath, you knock on the door. You could just wheel right in, but the longer you put this off, the better. Maybe you'll get lucky and Elsa's got a meeting or something. Gone to the coffee shop because you were taking too long.

You know you're just trying to think up excuses, but they work in keeping you calm until she opens the door, and you're kinda grateful for that.

"Anna!" There's a smile on her face, but it doesn't look right. It looks...odd. She steps back and lets you in, and even though you park yourself in front of her desk, she doesn't sit on the chair behind it. "Are you okay? I didn't want to ask again if everyone was treating you properly but I still want you to know that you can come and see me if they aren't. Is it that young man from reception? He's not bothering you, is he? I can always move him somewhere where you won't interact, if it would make you feel better?"

All throughout her speech, you found yourself gripping your hands together, tighter and tighter the longer she carried on. Your chest kind of feels like it's on fire but you don't know why – is it anger? Are you going to cry or be sick? Well, the second one isn't an impossibility because you don't- who is this woman?

You shake your head minutely. "It's not him." Your voice is way too soft, and you're surprised Elsa could even hear you. She leans against her desk and folds her hands across her chest.

"Oh," she says. You look down at your legs because you can't bear to look at her any longer, and when she speaks again, that feeling only grows. "I understand you told Olaf, Anna," she says, "But I want you to know that you can tell me, too. I only want to help."

You open your mouth several times, unsure what to say. It isn't until Elsa leans forward and says softly, "Let me help you, Anna," that you find your voice.

"It's... you," you say, as loud as you dare. Elsa doesn't seem to understand at first, but then her eyes widen and her mouth goes slack.

"I'm- I'm sorry, pardon?" she asks. Your eyes are glued to your hands, clenched tightly in your lap, and you repeat yourself.

"I went to Olaf because you were- are making me uncomfortable."

When Elsa next speaks, her words are so soft that, even in the silence of the room, it's almost impossible to hear. "I don't understand."

You almost laugh because of course she doesn't understand. Why would she? But...maybe that means it wasn't on purpose. Olaf did suggest telling her why her actions were wrong. So you take a breath and begin.

"You promoted me when I did nothing; personally came to my home to fix a mistake; invited me to a conference with you halfway around the world. You invite me to lunch and pay for things that I should be paying for. You got me a tailored jumper. You- you take me out and then pay me for it, but I don't have the chance to say no in the first place..."

You chance a look at Elsa only to find her staring at you, hand over her mouth. And you don't know how to take that because these types of people are good at acting too. She might mean it or she might not, and you have no idea because you don't know who she is. You don't know why she does the things she does.

But then she blinks and nods and looks away. Her hands move to wrap around her waist. "I see," she says, voice thin. "I didn't realise. I...apologise for my actions, and I understand if you want to...make some changes here. If you wish to work in a different department, that can be arranged – for no less pay, of course. It isn't your fault that I make- that you feel uncomfortable here. We can- you can return to your office and make some...changes, if you want."

And that's a pretty obvious dismissal, so you just nod and wheel to the door. Give her a small smile when she opens it for you.

"Thank you for understanding," you say. She just nods, and as soon as you're out of the doorway, you hear it lock shut behind you.