also a long time coming. woops. but hey, we're finally in norway :P

The first thing you notice is how fancy business class is. You actually feel underdressed, like you should be wearing a pantsuit or something. Elsa isn't, but that doesn't mean she doesn't look fancy. She kinda always looks dressed up.

She's really gentle, too, you notice, not pushing you too fast, and going over bumps as smoothly as possibly.

Then comes the difficult part of manoeuvring you into your seat. The airline staff can't help – some legal thing – and you don't really want Elsa to help. Like, sure, you can't walk, but you're not a complete invalid. Lucky the seats are so comfortable, though. Once you get into position, it's pretty easy to just slide into it.

It's actually soft enough that after a glass of juice – complimentary! with a rose! – you fall asleep. Only for a little nap. You stir when Elsa gets up to go to the bathroom, actually; even though the leg room is really spacious, you're not really used to people moving around you while you're sleeping. You try to stay awake because Elsa's tablet is open – she's obviously working – and this is a work trip.

Also, you were drooling.

When Elsa returns, you grill her about the plan for when you get there. You're going to be in the country for a little while – a week, planned. Which seems a little longer than necessary, but hey, paid holiday. You're not complaining.

The hostess brings you another drink (a glass of wine this time) as Elsa explains the purpose of the trip.

"Well," she begins, taking a bite out of some expensive cheese-and-cracker combo. "Arendelle Corp really is just a parent company, so we're going to be discussing a potential merger to expand our label."

You nod slowly in understanding. Or you try. "What?"

Elsa gives a little smile. "Okay, so. You know South Isles Island Resorts? We own them." Your eyes widen – that's only the most expensive hotel chain around! It's legit islands with a single resort on them for the obscenely rich to enjoy. You've had never been (naturally), but it's where you wanna go on your honeymoon, or something equally appropriate. Honestly, it'd cost more than the wedding.

As all this is going through your mind, you don't really notice Elsa lean forward, getting closer. Until she's right in front of you, of course. She's got a little grin on her face and her eyes dart around mischievously.

"Also," she whispers, "you know IKEA?" You nod as she backs away. She doesn't say anything this time, but her index finger comes up to tap her nose.

Good god. Elsa must be the richest person in the world behind that billionaire who overtook Bill Gates and J.K. Rowling.

You can't deal with this.

Luckily, you don't have to. Elsa moves on, explaining what you're actually going to be doing in Norway. From the sounds of it, Arendelle Corp wants to expand into less-upper-class experiences. Things for the average joe. Smaller hotel chains and little holidays – cruises and packages. That sort of thing. It's a good idea, too. 'From the company that owns this super duper expensive holiday you'll never go on, here comes a more affordable option that's still really good!'.

You spend the flight asking questions, though there're not all about the business. You kind of want to know more about Elsa, too. She's your boss and she's odd and powerful and you want to know more about her life.

She doesn't share much. "My mother and father came to America when I was very small. They moved back home after I had graduated after my mother's brother passed away. They wanted to be closer to family."

Family.

You kind of want to share your own life with Elsa, but she doesn't enquire and it's a bit of a downer. She asks about Kristoff, and you're confused for a moment before you remember that she has met 'that tall gentlemen who came to collect you for your birthday?'.

So you talk about him and your childhood. Elsa's interest was piqued when you mention he works with rescue animals, but you're not sure why and she doesn't comment on it.

But that conversation carries you all the way through the flight (with a brief break for an awesome greek salad and yet more alcohol). You have to go to the bathroom once – it's an eight hour flight, after all – but it's still a bit of a pain. Once again, the airplane staff can't really help, so Elsa comes too to help you into the cubicle. It's (apparently) a bit bigger than a coach cubicle, which is lucky. It's not quite as embarrassing as when you had to pee at Hans' home. It might be because Elsa's a girl, or it might just be because it's...not as uncomfortable. Who knows.

It's early morning when you arrive. Which kind of sucks because it was early morning when you left and you were on the flight for eight hours.

But on the upside, Norway is amazing.

Granted, you've only explored the arrivals lounge of Oslo Lufthavn, the international airport. But it's clean and the air is crisp and smells so different.

"So," Elsa asks when you exit the terminal, "it's about 8am, local time. How do you feel about breakfast before heading to the hotel?"

"What did you have in mind?" you ask. "As long as it's not like. Pickled fish or whatever."

There's a little grin playing on your lips, though it drops into something closer to disbelief when Elsa says, "I don't know. How about Subway?"

"...Subway?"

She grins. "Yeah, you know. Eat fresh?"

You just stare at her. And then stare some more because what? "Elsa, I know this is a business trip and all, but I really don't think my first taste of Norwegian culture should be a Subway of all places..."

She nods sagely. "True. Well, a café it is. Fair warning, you're still getting a sandwich." And then she's picking up the luggage and heading towards an unobtrusive van, slow enough that you can easily catch up.

You're here. You're finally here, and you're going to make the most of it. It's going to be great.

subway is a throwback to a convo i had with fozziewazxi (about subway, surprise surprise) and the ikea thing is a nod to texan red rose's scheherazade series (which i just finished marathoning yay it's wonderful go read it :D)