fandom culture is too fun

And Rapunzel placed her foot on Eugene’s leg and rolled down her…

“Anna, what’s the status of those petitions you were supposed to draft?”

"They're in your in-box, Hans. They’re flagged and ready to go."

"Hmmm. Did you cancel my meeting this afternoon?"

"Moved it to Wednesday afternoon so you have time to finish the Wesselton closing that day. Anything else?"

"We'll see."

Whew, crisis averted! Now, on to the next one…

… rolled down her stockings to reveal her bare leg, which Eugene wasted not time in running his hands all over…

“Anna, I’m running late for my meeting. Is everything ready?”

I grab a red rope from behind my desk and hand it to Elsa.

“Thanks, Anna.” She rifles through it to make sure she has everything she needs.

“Oh, I almost forgot, do you have the access code to get into the apartment complex? I could call the client, but I thought if you had it already…”

I pull out the sheet in front of the file with all of the important information typed up.

“Thanks, Anna. What would I do without you?”

“I don’t know cause you’ll always have me!”

Elsa’s the coolest, and she looks like a model. Dresses like one, too. And she’s always so sweet and never yells. Except when she marches into Hans’ office and slams the door. Apparently they used to be quite the couple, until he cheated on her with someone from the mail room who no longer works here. I have to admit that I kind of had a small crush on Hans when I first started, before I knew he was Elsa’s ex. He’s so charming and well spoken. He knows a little about everything, it seems. But then he yelled at me for something so stupid that I don’t even remember what it was, and realized how horrible he really is.

Email alert

I have rules enabled on my Outlook so I only get notifications when one of my bosses email. One of my seven bosses. That way I don't have to stop everything I'm doing just to look at every new email that might be from one of them.

This time it’s Sven. He’s a little older and has trouble typing, plus he’s dyslexic, so he likes me to read through and edit almost everything he writes. I can’t help it if sometimes I add a little flourish here and there to make it sound better. He never says anything about it, but I know the real reason he asks me to edit his stuff for him is because he likes my improvements.

So, he needs that by Thursday… add it to the calendar with a pop-up reminder for the day before. Got it.

Now on to the next task… check my calendar… Oh, looks like Olaf’s got several cases set for court on Friday. He never tells me to, but I always get his documents started for him. Whereas Sven likes me to spruce things up after he’s written them, Olaf likes me to get all the basics down so he can spin it into art. He’s one of the best trial lawyers in Arendelle because of how persuasive he is to jurors. I’ve gone to court with him to help out in some of the bigger cases, when there was so much going on that he needed me to help keep him organized. He never gives anything short of a Broadway performance. The jury actually stood up when he finished speaking. Didn't take them long to side with our client.

Once I’m done with Olaf’s stuff, I go through my email to see if there’s anything urgent. There isn’t so I’m gonna get the worst part of my job over with. It helps when I think about how Pascal is going to torture Eugene this time, or what kind of crazy antics Rapunzel and Cassandra are going to get into.

I’m bent down underneath my desk looking through a box. I really do need to stay more on top of my filing…

Knock, knock

"Ouch!"

“Oh, Anna, are you ok?”

Kristoff instinctively reaches for the back of my head but withdraws his hand.

I lean back on my heels and rub my own head.

“Yeah, I’m ok. Thanks.”

Yeah, he’s my boss, technically, but I mean he’s just an associate. It’s not like he’s a partner or anything.

I start to stand, but it’s awkward because I’m wearing a pencil skirt and boots.

“Here,” Kristoff reaches for my hands and helps me up. “So, do you want some help with that box?”

Before I can even answer he grabs it and sets it against the wall instead.

Ok, I know I’m probably drooling. But I mean, come on. His shirt’s untucked and his sleeves are rolled up, his tie’s loose… His hair’s too long and his eyes are too dreamy. Yes, please to all of that! He looks like he should be working in the mail room, and not as an associate on the partner track.

“I’m sorry, did you need something? Or did you just come here to hurt my head and save my back?”

“Oh, um, yeah.” He’s so cute when he blushes. “I actually… oh, this is sort of embarrassing.”

“Well, now you have to tell me!” Usually he smiles when I tease him, but this seems important.

“So one of Hans’ clients is having like a charity dinner, and all of the associates are supposed to go, and we’re supposed to bring a plus-one, and you know… hmm…”

He’s about to ask me out and it’s so adorable. Eeehhh!!

“Well, it’s just that I’m kind of new in town, and I really spend all my time at work, and…”

He never really asks me to do much for him. All the younger attorneys are so self-sufficient, but I do review his billing before it goes out and yeah, he spends a lot of time at this place!

“Well, you’re the only woman I really know here, and…”

I’m going to overlook how badly this is going for him because he’s just trying not to be the creepy boss asking his employee out on a date.

“I was wondering if you might…"

He’s looking down and, well, it’s a good thing he does real estate law, because he’d never be able to speak in front of a judge.

"...want to come with m-”

“Yes!” I say with no hesitation.

“Oh, great! So… maybe you could send me your address and I can pick you up?”

I jot it down on my steno pad for him with my green pen. It's what I always use for editing. Oh, who am I kidding, it's a green pen! I use it for everything! I add my phone number, even though he didn’t ask and I’m pretty sure he already has anyway, and a heart.

He smiles once he sees it and stuffs it in his breast pocket.

I turn my attention back to the file box he moved for me.

“Oh, Anna, um, Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Aww, thanks! You, too!”

“Ok,” he smiles and leaves my office. I jump up and down a few times until another paralegal walks by and I pretend like nothing happened.

I lean towards my door, and he leans towards his, so we see each other and my email dings. I don’t want to move, but I do have other bosses that need my help from time to time.

It’s from Kristoff. A Tangled Valentine meme? I laugh into my hand, astonished. How does he even know?

I look around my office: Rapunzel and Eugene pez dispensers, magnets, mouse pad, lunch bag… Yeah, ok. I see it.

I respond with a cute reindeer Valentine and turn towards the box to finish filing. I think I'm going to start working on a new story.

Kristoff dances better than Anna thought he would, but she needed a break. They walked out to the balcony and she shivered. So he took his coat off to cover her bare shoulders. Anna pulled him down to…

… kiss me. I want more of him, but he’s my boss and I don’t want to be too pushy on our first of hopefully many dates.

But his eyes are so dreamy I can't let him leave just yet. “Do you want to come in?”

“You tell me," he teases.

I hold onto his tie and tug gently until he crosses the threshold to land on my lips again. Then I let go of his tie and he stands up straight.

"You’re the boss, Anna. Just tell me if there's anything you need me to do.”

"Oh, it's a pretty long list, actually..."

He smiles and drapes his jacket on the back of the couch and rolls up his sleeves.