Turns out the small package Elsa brought in is a bakery bag. There's a bagel in it, which she offers you before mentioning the time.

It's not long past half-six, so it seems like you've got plenty of time. Elsa disagrees.

"The meeting begins at eight," she says, words coming shorter than you'd expected. You nod mutely and try not to make it obvious that you're watching her.

She looks... tired. There are bags under her eyes, only somewhat-successfully hidden beneath her makeup, which isn't quite as flawless as usual. Even her movements are slow, sluggish.

It doesn't seem like she got any sleep last night. Which is, of course, ridiculous. She'd fallen asleep while you were in the shower! But then... she hadn't looked comfortable. And you know that you sleep like a log, so maybe you snore or something and it kept you up.

This hasn't ever really been an issue before. At least, not since you were 16 and finally – finally – moved into a foster family that had enough space for you to have your own room. You don't think you snore, but you might. Maybe you fart a lot in the night, or something.

You're not going to ask. If it's that bad, Elsa will mention it. And you only have to share for one more night, according to- what was her name? Bente?

So even though you want to ask Elsa what's wrong, you won't because it's not really your place to pry, either.

Even if some part of you wants to reach out and... you're not sure. Maybe pat her on the arm. Suggest that she should maybe forgo the meeting – you're sure everyone will understand, what with the jet lag and stuff.

But you don't. You keep your mouth shut and eyes averted as she disappears into the bathroom again with her toothbrush. You take the opportunity to pack your purse.

You wonder how long you're going to be out for, but it seems weird to break the silence now, too. You've spent too long thinking about it. So you just grab everything you think you'll need. Your medication and a few spare catheters and a pen and notepad, just in case. You're got your wallet and you double check that your passport is still safe and sound in one of the compartments of your suitcase.

By the time you're done, Elsa's returned. She still isn't really looking at you – a feat, when you realise that she's moved towards you and is offering you whatever is in the bag. You take it with a small 'thanks', not looking inside it yet. She moves towards the door and holds it open for you, turning to lock it behind the both of you when you make it through.

The old woman is at the front desk, and she gives you both a smile as you move past. You return it, with a nod too, just for good measure. She seems to like that. She calls out something in Norwegian to Elsa, and even though you can't understand the words, you definitely can't miss the curt tone in which Elsa responds.

You don't like it. And it's not really your place to have any kind of opinion on how Elsa talks to others, but you know that you wouldn't like that icy tone directed at you, and it's not fair on poor Bente to be at the end of that.

Perhaps Elsa realises, because she says something else and it sounds a lot warmer. Bente smiles a little and nods, moving towards the back. She doesn't reappear, and you notice Elsa heading out the front door.

She holds it open for you, too.

It doesn't take long before you're in the car, wheelchair safely in the trunk and speeding towards your destination. Elsa's staring out her window, silent.

Pensive.

Your heart goes out to her, a little. She's an enigma, but fundamentally a good person. You want to get to know that person.

So, you work up the courage to speak. "Hey... are you feeling okay?"

Elsa's head whips around and she looks at you. There's something in her eyes that just breaks; you can't describe it. Just staring into her glassy eyes, and the emotions that play there, fill you with an unexpected sensation of sadness.

But then she speaks, too, an "I'm fine, Anna," before leaving it at that. She looks back out the window, and you are very sure that she's not fine, but you're already been shut down before.

And, given that you made such a big deal about Elsa asking you that question, it doesn't seem fair to push the issue.

It only takes another ten minutes to get to your destination. A towering building with the logo of Arendelle Enterprises at the very top. Elsa gets out of the car and stands around, tapping on her phone while the driver gets your chair.

It shouldn't make you feel as hurt and confused as it does.

But then you have to push that to the side because Elsa's already heading into the building, and you don't want to be left behind.

Right, yes. Work to do.