Elsa followed along with Alden, giving him a smirk as he asked if she had her fun, "[color=fff200]I'm always having fun, love! Also sounds like a plan! Best to be over prepared than under prepared![/color]"

Suddenly they reached the line-up for check in, and she pulled out her ID looking up at Alden pensively, unsure if she should trust him with something so personal. After a few minutes, she spoke softly, her eyes facing the desk attendant, "[color=fff200]I...don't...like...planes by the vay. I have never been comfortable vith the thought of being thousands of feet up in the air, vith novhere to go but down. So if it's alright vith you I vould like to have the aisle seat. Please?[/color]"

After a few moments they arrived at the counter and Elsa's mood lightened as the attendant perked up, "[color=a36209]Good Morning. Can I grab your name and passport please.[/color]" 

Once Alden had popped down the bags Elsa took his arm, her tone light an airy, "[color=fff200]Mr and Mrs Vonhammer! I'm Minerva, and this groovy stud muffin is my husband, Brian.[/color]" 

She turned to him and gave him a too wide smile, putting on an act of dim-witted delight, "[color=fff200]Vat? He is a stud muffin, isn't he? I vas such a lucky girl to snag him vhen I did.[/color]"

The lady smiled awkwardly, looking over the passports before talking, "[color=a36209]Yes. He's very handsome. Here are your boarding passes, and baggage tags. Please head over through to gate 12.[/color]"

Elsa took the passes and tags quickly, "[color=fff200]Thank you darling! Have a good von![/color]" 

As Elsa and Alden headed towards the plane, she let go of his arm, looking up at him, "[color=fff200]Vat? I didn't mean to tease you! I mean I did...but...I can't help it! Your reactions are just too funny![/color]"

-------The Plane 

After they were fully checked in and sitting in their first class seats. Elsa sipped her vodka and ice with fervour, trying to relax before the plane was setting off, "[color=fff200]So vhat notes did you have to go over?[/color]"

She eyed the other few passengers in her area. Most, apart from one middle eastern man in a white kanduras and red thobe, were middle-aged white men and women in various coloured suits and dresses. She looked them over individually, noting small distinctions like a man with glasses, a woman with large pearl earrings, a couple with matching ascots, and one man who was fixing a pair of purple cufflinks, and paying too close attention to the stewardess. Suddenly the plane started to move, and Elsa shut her eyes, instinctively grabbing Alden's arm and squeezing it. After a few moments, she forced herself to let go and muttered a quick, "[color=fff200]Sorry.[/color]" 

She shivered, downing the rest of her drink, as the plane took off the ground. After a few short breathes she opened her eyes and tried to perk herself up, "[color=fff200]Alright..Come on. You've survived Stalin! You can survive a plane. Okay...So notes?[/color]"