Crisis

The sound of Elsa's war heels echoed around the silent hallways of the WireFrame building. Everybody was busy doing the best they can and the most important ones? They were in the crisis room.

She walked into the crisis room, the place a hive of activity as voices rose and keyboards clicked, everybody trying to contain the storm.

She walked until she stood at the center of the room. As always, she was dressed immaculately. She couldn't allow herself to show weakness in front of her employees who unconsciously looked to her for strength.

Besides, a disaster wasn't any excuse to look shabby. It wasn't as if this was not also a storm that would soon pass.

She crossed her arms, her eyes moving from screen to screen, taking in everything all at once. An unconscious smile appeared on her face at the thrill of it all. She really had been born for this.