don't worry. norway trip will 110% be worth all this build up. i gave some headcanons about this fic and wtsc over on tumblr (/post/139391728958) (and y'all are totally free to send me questions and shit over there if you're curious about anything) but I have now planned out the upcoming months, so I know what happens when. things are going to...heat up... pretty soon ;)

Hans just looks at you, open-mouthed and stunned. You feel the redness seep into your cheeks, but you can't even move past him into the restaurant because he's blocking the way.

You shouldn't have opened your stupid mouth. There's a difference between being friendly, and someone actually liking you.

So you give a little cough, and rub the back of your neck. "It just doesn't- I'd bring in some, but it doesn't taste as good the next day, see..."

But then, amazingly, he smiles. Shakes his head in a way that you think isn't meant for you, and rubs his chin. He doesn't say anything, though, and you're curious as to what's going through his mind

"What- what is it?" you ask. Hans grins at you when he answers.

"I thought that the guy was supposed to ask for the first date." He bites his lip and gives a wink, and you can't fight the blush that crawls up your cheeks. He wanted to ask you on a date.

He wanted to ask you.

"Y'know, you still can," you respond, trying to be cheeky. You have no idea if it works, but then Hans chuckles.

"How about... this?" he asks, and before you have a chance to think, he's got the top of your hand pressed to his lips, a smile playing there. "Would you acquiesce to going on a date with me, say, now?"

You give a shy nod, and bite your lip. And maybe it's because it's not your first lunch with him, but the whole thing goes really well. Hans teaches you how to use chopsticks (or tries) and you snort really loudly when a noodle falls from his own and leaves a slimy trail down his shirt. The best part is, he just laughs with you.

It's by far the most relaxed lunch you've had in a while, and certainly the most relaxed date.

Date.

He kisses your hand once more when you part ways in the foyer. You sort of want him to kiss your cheek (but you don't really want your first kiss to be in the middle of work), but it's still so new. And exciting.

You wheel yourself over to the elevator, and don't even realise that Elsa steps in beside you until she gives a little cough.

"Nice lunch?" she asks. You jump in your chair, not expecting the question. She's looking at you, expression unreadable. She looks... well, she looks a little annoyed. You bite your lip because you're probably late. You lost track of time, and even though it hadn't happened before, Elsa could most certainly make sure it didn't happen again.

You hang your head and bit your lip. "It won't happen again," you say softly, grateful that the elevator is empty.

"What won't happen again?"

You don't really want to admit to it, but it's not like it'll make a difference. God, if only you could stop fucking everything up. "I'll keep a better eye on the time. Maybe if I have lunch in my office, I won't be late again?"

You look up at Elsa, expression pleading, only to find her already looking at you, confused.

"Anna," she begins, "I only asked because you seemed quite...content. You enjoy that young man's company. I wasn't being passive-aggressive. I was genuinely curious."

You blush bright red and your eyes widen. "Oh." There's silence for a few seconds, save for the churning of the elevator. It shudders, and you feel your heart lurch with it, but then it comes to a stop and the doors open.

Even if you had any idea what you wanted to say, you end up waiting too long. Elsa's halfway down the hallway before you even think to exit the lift, and then she's in her office, door closed. You don't really know how to take her change in mood, but at least she wasn't upset with you.

A few hours later, you see Olaf walk past and enter Elsa's office. He doesn't come out for a good half-hour, and when he does, he seems far less happy than when he was when he entered. But he sees you looking and flashes you a smile. You return it, but it feels weak. He doesn't seem to notice, and once again, you're left wondering.