I'm sure I had something I wanted to say about this but I don't remember. Um. Thanks for the reviews. I feel the need to tell you that the Hann relationship will get more intense, but, as I keep saying, it is an elsanna story. Um, Norway trip will be awesome, then probably a time skip to Thanksgiving/Christmas. We meet Kristoff's bf in the near future, too.

Elsa calls you to her office the next day. You've barely turned on your computer before you get a message alert through the office IM network.

Please pop in at your earliest convenience.

Of course Elsa would say something like that, you think as you roll yourself down the hall. You remind yourself not to forget about the passport issue, while simultaneously hoping she feels better.

Oh, that's right. She was acting weird.

...Maybe today isn't the best day to bring up a problem.

As soon as you enter, Elsa shoots you a mega-watt smile that she immediately tries to fight back, with little success, and you think that maybe it was just your imagination.

"Hey," you say as you park your chair in front of her desk. "You, uh, wanted to see me?"

She nods, ponytailed hair swishing against her neck. It looks really nice when paired with the modest necklace and earrings – white gold, maybe. She's wearing a grey business dress, and for the first time, you wonder how old she is. She can't be that much older than yourself, but she just seems so... grown up. Her 'adultness' is definitely different to yours. More sophisticated.

But hey, your trousers are comfy and they cover your knees (which aren't very attractive) so you don't mind.

Elsa moves forward and stands right in front of you. Her hand hovers in the space between the two of you, but it doesn't stay there long before she's running her thumb over her fingers and withdrawing it.

"Anna," she says softly, mouth rolling over the word in a way you can't describe. "We have some business downtown. The driver will be meeting us outside in the foyer in half an hour, if there's anything you need to settle before then."

She has this weird way of talking, you muse, because it's all stiff and professional, but there's always a warmth in her voice and eyes, and a smile on her face, just for you. Her eyes don't even flicker to your chair anymore.

"Uh, sure," you say, confused. What are you doing downtown?

You wait patiently for her to say something else, maybe explain the unexpected excursion, but she seems lost in thought. When she catches herself, it's with a small jerk, and you wonder what's going through her head.

As quick as she first stood up to greet you, she steps back and takes a seat behind her desk. "It's in regards to our trip," she says after a few moments. "We need to get you a warm jacket and some stockings, for starters." She gives a wry smile and looks away.

That answer only leaves you more confused, however. Surely you'd be able to buy your own? If it's something to do with the company paying for it, well, receipts are a thing. Not only have you been given permission by the boss to play hooky and go shopping, but she's coming with you. It's all absurd.

And, isn't it summer in Norway, too? It's already mid-June. Surely Norway isn't too much colder than New York?

When you voice that, Elsa gives you a look and laughs, but just like last time, you don't feel like she's laughing at you. It's more like... you've made a joke she found funny.

Shaking her head, eyes still twinkling with mirth, she replies. "Well, the highest temperature in Oslo is about the same as the coldest temperature here this time of year."

You nod, and then bite your lip. She's planned all this, just for your.

"There's, um, a small... hiccough..." you say. Elsa cocks her head, and you continue in a rush. "I don't have a passport..."

"Oh." She says, and you wilt a little at the disappointment in her voice. But then she perks up again, smiling at you. "Well, we'll just have to grab the forms while we're out. We should be able to get the photos done today, too."

That was... easier than you expected, and you make your way back to your office in a bit of a daze. You're so deep in thought that you don't hear the knock on the door. It's only when Hans steps into the room that you notice him.

It actually hurts to turn down his offer of lunch. You have no idea when you're going to finish this little trip with Elsa. He deflates a little, before he's back to smiling, and wondering about tomorrow.

Of course, you agree.

He stays and chats for a while, until Elsa pops her head around the door and tells you that the driver is waiting for you. And even then, he accompanies you down to the lobby – it is, after all, where he works. You're just about to follow Elsa out the front door when he touches your wrist.

"Hey, could I uh... get your phone number?"

Silently, you nod. You write it on his hand, because you don't have any paper and you want to be cute, and the red flush that rises to his cheeks is adorable. Elsa's waiting patiently by the door, and you realise you're holding up pretty much everyone.

You barely buckle your seatbelt before your phone dings with a new message.

Have fun! -Hans