The woman was clearly becoming annoyed with her. Elsa couldn’t help her own irritation rising as well. Yes she was asking questions, getting clarification. What did the woman expect? Elsa had just nearly avoided becoming a personal slave and whipping boy to a bitch with delusions of grandeur. She wanted to learn as much as possible to avoid screwing up again.

“I meant to find out who I take my orders from and what I was to do now, but I can see I am bothering you. Thank you for your help. I will not waste any more of your time,” Elsa said, her former expressionless demeanor returning. This was what she was used to : people eventually getting tired of you and casting you aside. It was textbook what happened to nearly every child in the foster care system. You were ultimately disposable, by your caregivers and by society.

“I suppose I will just play until I am told to do something,” she mused aloud before going back to the piano. Sitting, she began playing a haunting melody that echoed through the halls.