A/N: Before you read this chapter, just a quick note- I fixed a few things in Chapter 1. Mostly what you need to know is that the girls are now from Arendelle, Illinois- not Corona. Also, I decided to add a few trivia points at the end for your perusal.

The train ride to Disney Field in Chicago was long, boring, and uncomfortable- at least for Elsa. It wasn't even so much the train itself (after all she was used to small spaces, having grown up in the tiny farmhouse), but the people she was with. Weselton seemed to be a grade A slimeball, only interested in money and blunt to the point of rudeness. Several times she bore witness to his harassment of young women, each occurrence earning a deeper scowl than the last. To top it all off, for such a short man he seemed to have an incredibly explosive temper, that in the hour or so they were actually on the train, he'd had no less than three outbursts. Yes, she wouldn't be sorry to see the wretched talent scout go.

But she would take a thousand Weselton's over having to be in such close proximity to Anna, who seemed to have transformed overnight into a new woman. Rather than her usual irritable self, she was bubbly and happy, joking with the staff on the train, even trying to joke with Elsa ("Hey, want to see if we can get old Weasel-town to blow his fuse… again?"). It was just… odd for the blonde to see her sister like that, after so many years of all but ignoring each other. The feelings of more-than-sisterly love began to rear their ugly heads, and more than once Elsa found herself blushing furiously while shifting to try and relieve the warmth that was spreading through her body.

"Well, girl's we're here," Weselton announced, hopping up as the taxi they'd taken to the field screeched to a stop. "Welcome to the big city. Try not to get lost."

Anna was too stunned by the sight of the stadium to retort, though Elsa was too mesmerized by Anna to even notice the field until they were on it. Hundreds of young women were in their softball uniforms, warming up or practicing their positions. Each girl noticed that there were nearly thirty other catchers and pitchers, all of whom seemed to be at the top of their game. "Well, shit," The redhead whispered, earning an enthusiastic nod from the blonde.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to!" the scout announced, turning toward the exit. "And cowgirls, remember- the grass is not for eating." Both sisters rolled their eyes and giggled at the announcement, before walking out onto the field with slightly apprehensive looks on their faces.

Two women who were having an animated discussion about the mechanics of a bat seemed to notice the newcomers' hesitancy, smiling evilly at each other. "Hey!" said the first, as she flipped her long brownish-red hair out of her face. Her hip was cocked under her light purple Muses uniform, and she seemed to be chewing on a thick wad of gum. "What're you looking at?"

"Yeah, what're you looking at?" The second woman chimed in. She looked nothing like her angular companion- a little plump, with blonde hair thrown up into a messy bun, her dark green uniform read Pixies. If it weren't for the accents, Elsa would have sworn they were from two different planets, let alone states.

"Nuthin," Anna muttered cooly, her eyes locked with the brunettes'. Rather than leave the two alone, she tried to make conversation. "All these girls gunna be in the league?"

"You wish." Elsa narrowed her eyes a bit at the tone of the brunette's voice. "There's only sixteen girls to a team, eight teams in all."

"That's a hundred and forty four girls," the other blonde snarled. "And there's over two hundred girls here. Which means some of yous is going home. So ah, sorry."

Anna's temper flared. "Whaddaya mean, some of us! Come and say that too my face!"

The green-clad woman grinned evilly and looked to her companion. "Show her, Meg!"

"Gladly." Meg, as she was called, promptly whipped a ball at Anna's head. The redhead ducked, narrowly missing being hit, while Elsa caught the ball on a reflex, her hand ungloved and her eyes burning holes into Meg's own. How dare she try and hurt Anna that horrible, terrible, awf-

"Okay, some of them are going home," the brunette said, admiration touching her smile as she stepped closer to the sisters. "Name's Megara Egan, but my friends call me Meg."

"Least they would if she had any friends," the blonde chimed in, giggling a little. "And I'm Belle Whitman, but everyone just calls me Tink."

"Why Tink?" Anna inquired, tilting her head a little. Meg rolled her eyes a little as Tink began to turn a very nice shade of red, clearly holding back some anger.

"She likes to Tinker with stuff. Old engines, radios, you name it. In fact, that's how we met. I was going to be late to my gig, my car broke down in Patchogue-"

"Meg dances and sings for a Gentleman's club in Montauk," Tink added, ignoring her friend's glare.

"Yes. Anyway, the car broke down and Tink here fixed it since she was working in her dad's shop just a quarter mile up the road. Been friends ever since."

"How sweet," Elsa said, her smile polite but not overly excited. "Anna and I have known each other for most of our lives."

"Mhm. Elsa's my sister. Name's Anna Davis, mighty pleased to meet ya'll."

Tink raised an incredulous eye. "Y'all? And just where're you from?"

"Illinois. Not too far from here actually, in a town called Arendelle."

Before the girls could comment to each other anymore, the coaches called attention to the center of the field. "Ladies!" the man boomed, his voice carrying over the field like a wave. "Welcome to the first ever tryouts for the All-American Girls Professional Baseball League! Today, you will be tested on your skill- only the best of the best may be allowed to compete in our league. Just know that every single one of you was that best of the best where she comes from… and know that that fact means nothing, until you can prove your worth to me on the field. Now, we're going to divide you up by position…"

Eventually, the girls were surrounded by their peers, sent to do warm-ups, then drills. Elsa was surprised to see that the girls were being made to throw overhand, rather than their more comfortable underhanded softball pitch. It was because of the smaller ball, she reasoned, and watched with satisfaction as Anna was able to transition perfectly to the new style- other girls were struggling with even throwing straight, nevermind well.

The other positions were not without their own competition. Being a catcher, Elsa could observe each and every one of these people, her mind categorizing the best and the worst. Meg, a second baseman, was deadly when it came to home runs, waiting for the opportune time to hit. Tink likewise was excellent at catching, making her ideal for first base. A young woman everyone called Rapunzel- likely making fun of her abnormally short-cropped hair (which several of the coached had asked be taken out of its "bun" and put into a ponytail before realizing their mistake)- could wail the ball so hard she broke two bats, one for each side of her switch hit. There were girls who could slide, who could catch, who could hit- Elsa was happy she wasn't in charge of the Roster, because she'd never be able to choose.

Finally, after hours of practicing, training, and generally just showing off, the teams were posted on a board at the far end of the field. Anna shot forward, squirming her way through the crowd, while Elsa hung back a little, apprehensive and excited at the same time. She simply waited for Anna to come over- or sprint over, as the case was. "I'm a Comet! A Kenosha Comet!"

Elsa laughed and blushed a little as the younger woman jumped into her arms, nearly knocking her over. "That's great, Anna! Didja happen to see where I was?"

"Oh, yeah! You're a Comet too!" There was a wry look on her face as she pulled away, patting her sister on the arm. "Guess they figured we was too good a team to split up, eh Els?"

"Yeah, guess they did." With a now bright red blush, the blonde turned to find the rest of their team, dragging her sister by the elbow once she'd found where the Comets were situated. It looked as though Meg and Tink had made the team as well, along with Rapunzel, a blonde named Cindy, redhead named Ariel, three brunettes named Wendy, Belle, and Jane, and a few others who Elsa didn't recognize.

The head coach for a team known as the Racine Belles quickly settled them all down, calling for attention. "Now girls, I know you're all excited, but before we get too far ahead of ourselves, Mr. Pix-"

"Sir." One of the batboys nudged the coach, and pointed to where a lone girl was standing by the rosters, shifting from foot to foot and looking a little nervous. The coach sighed, turning to face her.

"Miss! Miss, are you supposed to be here?" There was no response from the quivering girl, who flinched a little as she was addressed. "Look, is your name on a list? If your name isn't on a list, I'm sorry, but you're going to have to leave."

Elsa felt a movement by her left side, and instinctively shifted- Jane was pushing her way to the front of the group, jogging over to the woman who looked close to tears at this point. "Can you read, darling?" Her uppercrust accent surprised the Midwestern beauty, who'd seen this woman sliding into bases all day and practically leaping to catch flyballs. The other girl shook her head no. "Well alright. What is your name?"

"V-Violet Parr."

"Alright, let's have a look see, shall we?" Jane grinned gently at the woman, who smiled back hesitantly. "Parr… Parr." Her finger stopped a few inches down on the fourth paper, and she glanced at Violet. "This is you! Violet Parr! You're with us, the Kenosha Comets."

Kenosha let out a roar of approval, and Jane lead Violet over to the team, where she was clapped on the back heartily.

"Now, as I was saying," the main coach said with a smile. "I would like to introduce Mister Ira Pixar, who is the Chairman for the Disney All American Girl's Professional Baseball League." A spindly but kind looking man stepped forward, his eyeglasses nearly sliding off his face.

"Hello Ladies, and congratulations." Elsa immediately liked the man, smiling a little as he stumbled over his words. Whereas Walt Disney seemed magnanimous, his being too great to comprehend, Pixar was kindly, more relatable, and had a genuine quality about him. "You will be playing throughout the Summer, just like a real ball league. However, there are a few rules that must be followed. You will all attend regular classes at Miss Merryweather's Finishing School-"

"For what?" One girl blurted, earning a murmur of approval from the crowd. Pixar stumbled for a moment, looking startled before he continued.

"There will be no alcohol-"

"What?"

"No smoking-"

"Are you shitting me?"

"And most importantly, no men." Meg was halfway onto her feet before Tink pulled her down, muttering something to cool the brunette down. For her part, Elsa attempted to look as outraged as the other girls, glancing around subtly as a blush rose on her neck.

"Now… settle down…" Pixar stuttered, looking a little frightened at the mutinous mass of women before him. "I expect each and every player in this league to look and act like a lady. Moving on to the uniforms, Mr. Disney had these hand picked for you all. I for one find them quite fetching."

All eyes turned toward the place that Mr. Pixar was pointing, and immediately Elsa's jaw dropped. The uniform consisted of a standard hat, baseball socks, stylish cleats… and a dress. "A dress, that's half a dress!" Anna snapped, as other players were roaring in disapproval. "How'm I supposed to pitch in that thing?"

"You?" Elsa choked, cheeks reddening at the images that came unbidden into her mind. In an attempt to redirect the conversation, she whispered angrily, "I have to squat in that thing."

"LADIES!" Pixar shouted, silencing them. "Now, there are about sixty women outside with train tickets home who would play in a bathing suit if I asked them to." The girls all shifted, looking at each other uncertainly. "If you can't play in this, then you can't play with us."

There was a heavy silence in the air, stretching for several minutes. Finally, Meg stood up, crossing her arms. She sized up the model, then looked directly into Mr. Pixar's eyes. "Well," she drawled, flicking her hair to the side in a carefree gesture. "You'd better be ready to see some dirt in that skirt, Mister."

Notes on Accuracy:

1. Ira Lowenstein (Harvey's second in command in ALOTO) is represented here by Ira Pixar.

2. Meg's last name (Egan) was chosen in honor of the actress who voiced Megara in Hercules. "Whitman" is the last name of the voice actress who played Tinkerbell in the most recent Disney Fairies movies.

3. All Disney Heroines who appear in this fic were created after 1943- thus making their likenesses more plausible and less awkward.

4. I do have the full roster for the Kenosha Comets, including nicknames for all the characters. I may post them with character bios (like a baseball card) in a supplementary fic.

5. In ALOTO, Dottie and Kit were on the Rockford Peaches' roster. I substituted Kenosha for Rockford because in the real 1943 Series, it was Racine and Kenosha who played- not Racine and Rockford.