Standard Disclaimers: I don't own Frozen, but I wish I did though. Elsa, Anna, and the other characters belong to Disney.

"Hello. This is IT. What seems to be the problem?" Elsa asked immediately after the phone rang.

"Yeah, hi. I can't seem to connect to the Internet," she said over the phone. At least this one didn't immediately rant.

"Okay. Are you using a Wi-Fi router?" Elsa asked, trying not to let fatigue take over her. It had been a rough day. She had people ranting over the phone more than usual. This had made Elsa a bit frustrated as the day goes on.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Have you tried turning it off and on again?"

"Hold on a sec…"

Six minutes have passed and still no reply. Her router must be a hundred years old for it to be that slow.

"Okay. I got connection now. Thank you." The woman said before hanging up. Elsa shrugged. Still better than having to listen to complaints.

She looked at the wall clock of her workspace. Four-fifty, almost there. Just ten more minutes and I'm out of here.

Her attention went back to her desk. Might as well do something to pass the time. She picked up a pen and paper, then started drawing. She drew hills and clouds, although Elsa preferred the indoors. The only instances Elsa goes outside was for groceries and for her work. She rarely went anywhere else. After a while, she finished her drawing. It was a meadow behind a window. She sighed. I never have a chance to go out and lie down on the grass or something. I wonder if-

Her daydreaming was interrupted by an alarm. She looked at the clock again. Five o'clock, that was fast. I'm glad there were no more calls. I can't wait to get home. She stood up, got her purse, and walked to the door when a hand on her shoulder stopped her. She mentally sighed. Oh, not you again. She turned around to see an auburn-haired man.

"Hey Elsa," he greeted as he examined her outfit. She was wearing a sky blue blazer with a white blouse underneath, a midnight blue pencil skirt, and black flats. Her platinum hair was done in a bun.

"Wow! Still sexy as always," he remarked and gave her a wink. Elsa rolled her eyes in response.

"What do you want, Hans?" she asked, a little irritated.

"Well, I was wondering if you have any plans tonight," Hans said as he leaned over the wall sharing the door.

"Sorry, I'm busy," Elsa said, trying her best to get away from him.

"Oh, okay then. Some other time perhaps." He said as he slightly hung his head in disappointment. He had been trying to ask her out for almost every day. And in each day he asked, he was given the same answer.

Elsa shrugged and went through the door. Why does he keep hitting on me? I always reject him, and he's still at it. He is so persistent. She approached her silver sedan, unlocked the doors, started it up, and drove home. It was a fifteen-minute drive to her home. This time, it was reduced to seven due to her speed and the lack of traffic.

Elsa was indeed stunning. Her glowing skin, her platinum hair, her curves, and her absolutely beautiful face. No wonder men have tried to get her on a date. All of them were rejected instantly, reasons unknown. Because of this, she was known as The Snow Queen. What's odd was that she is in the IT industry. Normally, a beautiful woman like her would be a flight attendant or a waitress. But computers were her passion, and she'd never let that change.

She grabbed the keys in her side pocket, and unlocked the front door of her apartment. Finally, home sweet home. She put down her purse on the coffee table, and she sat on the couch behind it. She slumped on the back rest as she was tired. She removed the pins that held her hair in a bun, letting go a braid, as she let down over her left shoulder. Much better.

She sat there for a while to get some rest, but it wasn't enough for her to be able to cook up dinner. Instead, she thought of making a sandwich. She got up and headed for the fridge in the kitchen. She reached for the handle, and lazily opened it. I think I could go for pepperoni and cheese. It's a good thing I bought pre-sliced ones.

She picked up the ingredients and turned around, closing the fridge with her foot. She went to the counter, got a white plate and loaves of bread, and made the sandwich effortlessly. Contented with her work, Elsa took a bite. Hmm, that's good. A smile formed on her lips as she continued to down the sandwich.

Once she finished eating, she went to her bedroom to change her clothes. She opened the white door and flicked the light switch. Her bedroom came into view. The room had light blue walls with a white ceiling and floor. The window curtains were also white. Her bed on the left side of the room had a wooden frame and her mattress was also was also white beneath a navy blue blanket. She had a white lamp, a black digital alarm clock, and her black laptop on top of a drawer on the right of the bed. Her desk was at the right side of the room, and her office chair beside the desk. The bed's frame, desk, and the drawer had a color similar to desert sand.

She stripped down to her underwear. She then opened a door next to her desk. It was the closet where she kept her clothes. She took out a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants and wore them. Her shirt was loose as if it was two or three sizes bigger than her, and so was her pants. If it wasn't for the gartered waistband, her pants would easily fall down. She undone her braid and let her hair fall behind her. Elsa wasn't fond of dressing sharp. She found it a hassle to wear skirts and to fix her hair. She would prefer sneakers and t-shirts over heels and blouses. Casual was her preferred get-up.

She was wearing contact lenses. She held her left eyelid open with her right hand and took the lens with her right. She did the same with her right eye. Her vision was blurry, but she managed to grab a small container from her desk and placed the lens inside it. She then opened the drawer and easily got her glasses, as if she memorized its location. It was black and had a thick frame. She put them on and her vision was restored. She never wore glasses when she goes outside. She was afraid of looking like a nerd even if she was. She didn't want people to think of her as a nerd, so she wore contacts instead. It gets itchy on the eyes after a while, but it's better than being picked on.

She sat down on her bed, got her laptop, turned it on, and opened a web browser. She was browsing Reddit, and there was an abundance of pictures of cats. She was a cat-person herself, she looked into every cat picture and grinned. She wanted to have her own cat, but animals were not allowed in the building. That was a policy Elsa despised. On the other hand, the building has a strong Internet connection, so she shrugged off the policy afterwards. It's better to have Wi-Fi than to have cats allowed, right?

After about two hours of browsing, she decided to play her recently bought game: Bioshock Infinite. It was on sale online, and she couldn't miss an opportunity like that. She got up from her bed along with her laptop and made her way to the desk at the other side of the room. She plugged her mouse in and started playing. Her laptop was a gaming laptop, so it could handle the game even on the highest graphics setting without any lag. She was an experienced gamer, so she played on the highest difficulty.

"Let's see if I can handle it," she said to herself and started the game.

She was fully immersed after a few minutes of gameplay. She gasped at every new information she learned, raised an eyebrow at the conspiracies, and even swore with the protagonist. She liked the game's storyline, and was intrigued about the floating city's culture. It seemed that the residents didn't like the colored people.

After killing another thug, she paused the game to look at her alarm clock. Eleven-thirty. I've been playing for about four hours. I still have work tomorrow. She saved and quit her game, and shut down her laptop. She got up, and threw herself down on the bed with an ironically unattractive thump. She set the alarm to seven. That would be enough time. She pulled her blanket above her.

I hope tomorrow won't be as tiring as today. I'm fine with answering people's questions. This knowledge will be all for naught if I didn't teach it to others, right? What I don't like is them shouting over the phone and getting angry at me at their fault. They called to get answers, not to scold me. I hope tomorrow would be different. I hope I can do something else other than to stare at the screen and answer calls. I hear different voices every time, but I don't see a different face. All I see is a gray, faceless man or woman. I wish I could see their faces without them seeing mine.

Her thoughts were filled with different scenes from the front door of a customer, to her desk on a video call with someone, to the green meadow.

"Wait, meadow? Why a meadow?" She muttered. The apartment was quiet. She can even hear her heart beating. She sighed. I wish I had someone… cuddly and warm. Men who have approached me have been… annoying and loud. All they want is my body; I can see it in their eyes. The silence made her eyelids feel heavy. She had pushed her thoughts aside and quickly fell asleep.

A/N: This chapter is like the first half of the prologue. This chapter just shows Elsa's ordinary life before anything else, kinda like an introduction of Elsa. Reviews are always welcome. Enjoy!