There was one thing you hadn't thought of: there's no buses or trains running by the time you arrive.

While you wait in line to clear customs, you try and ring Kristoff. Hopefully he can come and pick you up? You really don't want to pay for a cab all the way back home. You did tell him that you'd be able to do it, but you can't, and you're beyond feeling shame about asking for help. There's no point anymore.

It seems to be a cab for you, though, when he answers – whispers a, "hey," which is already odd – and once you tell him, he makes this horrible little sound.

"I- Anna..." He doesn't seem to want to say why, and you just sit there silently because there's not much else you can do. Finally, he says, "I'm... not at home. After you rang, I... took the weekend off. If... if you know what I mean..."

You frown, partially confusion and partially sadness, before it clicks. Oh. And yeah, if you listen carefully enough, you can hear what sounds like another person breathing. Or snoring. That explains the whispering.

"I do want to hear all about this new guy," you say, because you do and also for something to say. "Anyway, go and... do whatever it is you do. Canoodle. I'll manage."

"Sorry—"

"Nah, it's fine. Thanks anyway."

You hang up and make a face. Elsa's been politely ignoring your conversation, but she definitely would have overheard the fact that you need a lift.

"Have..." she began, before biting her lip. You look at her, eyebrows lifted. "Have you tried your, er, boyfriend?"

"Hans?" She nods. You haven't, and even though he dropped you off, it still seems a little odd to ask such a huge favour.

That being said, you're pretty sure he did ask you to ring when you arrived safe. So, you unlock your phone and try his number.

And then try it again because he doesn't pick up the first time.

You don't get another opportunity to call because by then, you're at the front of the queue. You have to content yourself with leaving a voicemail, but given that it's seriously early in the morning, you're not surprised when he never rings you back.

You try not to panic as you get through the border control and Elsa moves to the side to ring her driver. The most a cab is gonna cost is maybe seventy bucks, and maybe you'll get lucky and the company will reimburse you. But it's not the point; how is anyone supposed to take you seriously if you can't even get home from an airport? You should have realised this would happen when Elsa first told you that the flight was delayed!

So you really try not to panic but that doesn't work so well. Especially not after you've finally made it through customs and you're waiting to collect your bags, because it means that Elsa is going to be going home and you're gonna be on your own again.

It's really not fair, and really not something you want to deal with. You've had such a nice week!

Unbidden, you feel tears rising to your eyes. You keep your face turned down because you don't really want Elsa to notice – which is really, really silly because it's not like she hasn't cried around you before. Once, it was literally on top of you.

But she notices anyway, just as she's about to head for the door because she's got her bag in hand and yours... yours is still spinning around on the carousel.

"Oh- Anna, what's wrong?" she asks, and you can't answer because you know you won't be able to hold back the sob, so you just shake your head. She's probably super uncomfortable, and you're not surprised when she leaves. Makes the tears come even faster, at least until she comes back. You glance up and notice that she's collected your bag.

At least you don't need to worry about that.

Usually you don't like it when people crouch near you – you may be smaller in stature because you're literally sitting down, but it always felt condescending. Not this time.

Her hand comes to rest on your knee, and you only know because that brings it into your line of sight. Fucking legs.

You're thirteen and everything is the end of the world again. There's probably people stopping and staring because you're in a wheelchair and also crying in the middle of an airport, but you try not to think about that.

"Hey," Elsa says, voice low. "Is it- how are you getting home?"

You offer a shrug, more a shake of your shoulders than any meaningful gesture, still blinking rapidly to stem the tears. A few have dribbled over your cheeks, and if any more get through, you know it's going to be the end. She must realise that that's why you're upset, and it seems that she does because she moves her hand just enough to tap yours.

"Would... would you like to stay at my place tonight?" she asks. It's enough of a surprise that you finally raise your head to look at her. There's real worry in her eyes – concern? for you? – but also hope. "It's very late and this way we both know we'll get home safe."

You start to refuse her, because it's weird going to your boss's place, but it dies on your lips because you're also not in a position to decline her invitation.

So you wipe away your tears and collect your bag before you head towards the taxi pickup zone.

Looks like the trip will continue for a little longer.