A/N: Hello readers! Thank you for returning, and enjoy the next chapter. Reviews are always appreciated, especially constructive criticism.

Disclaimer: Disney owns Frozen, this is for my own enjoyment

"Reset!"

The director barked at us, and the wind section scrambled back to their previous spot in the block. It was the middle of August, and the temperatures had not yielded. The air was thick, and oppressive. The blazing sun on the blacktop was not aiding us in any way, instead the members of the band were covered in sweat. We were only three hours into practice, with only seven hours left to go not counting dinner, or lunch. The director was called aside by another staff member, and he asked the guard director to run our basics. This was not good.

"Now, follow directions the first time or you can run a is how I do it with the guard. Yeah? Now get set!"

Arms flew into position, and no former member would make the error of moving. Unfortunately, a newbie did not get the message, and shifted in his spot. I swallowed, feeling pity for the boy, since I had been rather fidgety myself when I was new. The guard director walked up to the boy, for he was the only one to make the error of moving while the director was watching.

"Do we move during set sweetie?"

"No."

"Why did you move?"

"My nose itched, I"m sorry."

"Don't worry about it. Now go run a lap."

The trumpet player set his horn down at the side of the block, and proceeded to run a lap. A few people watched, but most of us knew better. The guard director was a ruthless woman, she was precise, and she was rude, but she was good at what she did. After all, the guard didn't become world class in a day. She barked at the members for looking, stating that no one said we could relax. From there she had us march the first half of the figure eight block. After finishing, the trumpet boy had returned to his spot.

"Alright, now do the right half of it. Set!"

The band marched on, the slides always were quite painful on the hips, and legs. I was still terrible at them, after all I'd only marched one year. At the very least I sucked a little bit less than I did last year. It was a mild improvement over tripping backwards. Of course as we were stepping off the first eight, someone just had to miss the directions, and go left which was part of the first half of the figure eight.

"Stop!"

The band stopped moving and looked at her.

"I said second half. We are a team. Go run a lap. And do it together, you are a team."

Almost every person groaned, it was exhausting enough to do basics, and the guard director was not going to show any mercy. The afternoon was terribly hot, we hadn't had water in a long period of time. I wouldn't be surprised if someone fainted fairly soon. The new members had never met the guard director. Our wind director typically kept her away so she wouldn't scare away those who were thinking of joining the band. I had a strong feeling that many of them held a strong dislike for her now. We ran our lap, running back to our spot in the block.

"I said run together. Go run another lap."

This was not surprising, and so we ran another. The entirety of us we're all begging for the wind director to return so we wouldn't have to run, but to no avail. In the end we ran seven laps, or approximately one and three-fourths of a mile. It was pure misery. One of the mellophone players fell to the pavement. A couple others went to grab some water for the poor girl. The others didn't notice, there always was someone who fainted every year. It wasn't that surprising.

"Well goodbye guys! March well, I bet you love me now."

The guard director yelled sarcastically as she strutted away. All of us sighed in relief when she was out of sight. Our director chuckled at us, and gave us a smile. He decided to give us mercy, and allowed us a water break that was a bit longer than usual. I jogged over to the purple water jug that sat with the rest of my sections stuff.

"Hey Esmeralda."

"Hey Anna, Karen really wore us out huh?"

"Yeah I never thought I'd miss H that much."

The two of us chatted for a bit, after all we started on clarinet together in elementary school. Esmeralda was very sweet, and incredibly loud. She almost rivaled me in my ability to ramble, and maintain awkwardness despite how long I've known a person. The girl was as clumsy as I was, both of us were rather talented in that department. I recalled the memory of running into a sign and falling backwards, and the time Esmeralda tripped over the gear prop twice, and H thought she was having a seizure.

The director, Mr. Herring called us back to the field. I sighed, knowing that there was only an hour till lunch, though it was likely we'd be late. Mr. Herring was a kind man, who was rather young looking for his age. He could be mistaken for a high schooler. Right now his hair was an untamed brown mess, he hadn't shaved for awhile, and he had dark circles under his eyes. These features couldn't compare to the shine in his brown eyes held. He was excited for this year, and he was strange, but he was brilliant. Our director wrote our music, and our drill. Though he was strict, he loved teaching us, and I knew he cared about us. Unfortunately his sense of time was also very poor, and caused a large amount of dislike aimed towards him.

"Alright guys, nice work so far. Let's finish basics, and then it's lunch time!"

The band cheered at this notion, and walked out to the field.

"Let's do the forty five part of the figure eight. Set!"

Arms flew into position, and we prepared for the new part of the box drill. It was misery trying to march at a forty five so many times since so many people messed up, so we had to do it again. After an hour we had finally finished basics. The sun was bearing down on us, and the temperature had risen significantly since the morning. It was unusual for us to finish on time, though it might have been due to the fact that it was the first day of band camp. A breath was released that I didn't know I was holding, as I jogged off the parking lot to grab my things. Drill book, dot book, clarinet, water. Got it, I thought to myself.

Esmeralda, Jasmine, and Tiana all walked down with me to grab our lunches in the band room. The four of us were all clarinet players that started in eighth grade. The year 2013 had been our second year of marching. None of us were close outside of band, but in band we tended to stick together. Last year we ate lunch together being some of the only eighth graders, along with a mellophone player named Snow White. When we arrived at the dark hall, we found that the pit was already there. This was unusual since H almost always let us out late, but I didn't mind. I spotted my two best friends sitting together, Punzy waved at me happily, and motioning that I join them.

"Hey guys!"

"Hey Anna how's marching?"

"Painful, how are your arms?"

"Like spaghetti."

We both laughed, and I sat down next to them. I saw Belle, and gave her a smile. Hadley was across from me with her sister, Eve. Olaf's older sister was to my left near Belle. I talked with my friends, and laughed over stupid things. Apparently Belle had flung a mallet while warming up, hitting the percussion director in the head. Her face turned a rosy red at the statement, but she admitted to the act.

"Can I braid your hair?"

I looked across at Eve, and shrugged.

"Sure but my hair is kind of sweaty."

"Eh whatever."

The brown haired girl slid across the hall, and forced me to turn ninety degrees as she sat next to Rapunzel. She informed me that she was trying a French braid, in which I nodded until she slapped my arm for moving. The girl had a strong hit, despite her wispy appearance. I figured it wouldn't hurt to have a braid in for drill, and she'd do a decent braid since her own brown hair was meticulously braided. At first I didn't realize it, but I was soon aware of the fact that my face was quite close to Elsa's. Oops, I thought to myself, feeling kinda bad that I was in her personal space.

"Uh hi?"

"Hi so how's your day been?"

"Lots of marching, that kinda stuff. And Karen came, and she's so specific. We had to run so many laps. I think we ran twelve laps! That's like three miles, well not exactly since I don't know how long the parking lot is, I mean perimeter. Well you get what I mean. Oh shoot! I'm rambling, I'll just shut up now."

I wanted to go run back and hide in a band locker. The heat on my face was very visible, I was sure. I realized that Eve had finished my hair, and I quickly backed away. After all, I was already awkward enough. Elsa smiled softly,

"Don't worry about it. I don't mind listening."

She told me, taking a bite of sandwich.

"Thanks, so how was pit?"

"It was good, though it's weird since I've never played marimba for marching band."

We continued to talk a bit, enjoying a small break from having to move mallets, or run across a parking lot. The hour was up, and I returned to the band room for an afternoon of music. Dr. Woods was already in the room with a trumpet in hand. The man was tall, with a strong, and proud gait. His chin was held with dignity, and his hazel eyes screamed confidence. His hairline was beginning to recede, leaving a bit of black hair behind that was mixed with grays.

Overall the music was easy to play standing still, but it was difficult to remember dynamics, articulation, and intonation while marching across a field backwards at one hundred eighty beats per minute. All of the music was written, and we were to supposedly memorize it by the end of band camp. As if that was even plausible. The notes may have been easy to play, but they weren't easy to perform. At the time I hadn't been much of a musician, despite this I would move on to make districts as third chair as a sophomore, and then first the rest of my high school career. Besides that, I played the music with my section, until the time came to begin drill.

As usual, drill was a nightmare to teach. The new members were panicking, and unsure about reading their dot sheets. Multiple freshman were scattered at random spots on the field that belonged to no formation. The exasperation in the director's voice was palpable in the air. Older members worked to show the underclassman where their dots were, and when they found them they panicked about how they would get there. The first day was always difficult, but in the end we had managed to learn the majority of the intro, due to its tendency to be short. For the first time, we performed the drill with every caption. The guard, winds, drumline, and pit were all present. It was half an hour past when practice was supposed to end, and parents stood at the front to watch. The new parents held an annoyed look, they weren't accustomed to H's time tendencies.

After performing, I made my way over to my friends. Being in the pit meant they had a ton of equipment to haul back to the building, and I promised to help them so they wouldn't have to make more than one trip. The members of the pit were already scrambling to unplug things, and the electronics section made sure to pack up the mixing board, along with wrapping cords. I grabbed one of the speakers, and began to walk back to the building. Along the way, I found that Elsa was beside me with her marimba. I glanced at the worn instrument, I believe they had nicknamed, "the ghetto."

"Yeah I got stuck with this marimba."

She voiced my thoughts. I looked up, and smiled.

"Ah, the perks of being new to marimba."

"It works, but at lunch all of us were hoping someone would steal it."

I chuckled a bit,

"With all those awesome woodwind instruments nearby? Nah."

"Please, woodwinds versus marimba."

I tugged the large speaker into the building, and placed it in its spot near the door that led to the band room. Elsa pulled it up to the door.

"Do you mind grabbing the door?"

"No prob."

She pulled her instrument into the band room, and thanked me when she walked out. My instrument was resting at the side where I had set it, so I picked it up and began to walk out. This plan was interrupted by Olaf who asked where Elsa just went. I pointed the boy in the right direction, who in return, gave me a hug. Reflex won out, causing me to jerk back a bit in his grasp, but he didn't seem to mind. I always was a bit on the jumpy side. The boy bid me a goodbye, and went after his sister. I returned the gesture, and continued on the way out. Kristoff was waiting in the hummer, grinning when he caught sight of me. A bark sounded, and I noticed that Sven was sitting in the back of the car. I couldn't help but roll my eyes, my best friend didn't go anywhere without his dog. The german shepherd was fond of him, and the two were attached at the hip. Kristoff even talked for the dog.

"Hey Feisty Pants! How was the first day this year?"

"Awesomeness, though I think my legs died."

He laughed,

"I can't say I miss that."

"Please you know you miss me Mr. I-graduated-and-am-too-cool-for-band."

The two of us laughed, and talked. I missed my best guy friend, he had recently graduated from the high school, and was a former band geek. A trombone player to be exact. I knew he'd given the director before H a lot of grief. Mr. Daalman was a short, ill tempered man. He wasn't particularly mean, but his teaching methods were questionable. Kristoff had taken his keys, and hung them on his ceiling. He'd also thrown pencils so they'd get stuck on the roof of Daalman's office. The best one of all was when he, and a friend stole his car keys, and drove Mr. Daalman's car through the percussion garage into the school. Apparently he never found out who did it, considering that Kristoff had graduated from this school.

"So who was the boy hugging you?"

"Oh him? That's Olaf, he's a year younger than me."

Kristoff continued to give me a strange look. I figured I must have sweat on me, or something on my face. My hands swiped at my skin, attempting to get the offending substance off.

"Did I get it?"

"Wait what?"

"Well you were looking at me weird!"

"Oh Anna…"

"What?"

Kristoff just looked ahead, with a small smile on his face.

"Kristoffff!"

No answer.

"Kristofffffffff!"

Eventually I gave in to whacking his arm, resulting in him letting out a yelp. He glared at me, and rubbed the sore spot on his upper arm.

"Hey I'm driving!"

"You never answered."

"Fine. It just seemed like you might like him, you know?"

"What? No! No, no, Kristoff he's like a little brother geez. It's not like I can't talk to guys that are friends. After all I'm friends with you."

"Just wondering."

I scowled at him the whole way home.

The next day was a twelve hour day, which meant all the more pain and misery. My ankles were throbbing when I went to bed last night, and the time didn't seem to aid with the pain. The morning was slightly cooler than usual, but still warm at seventy eight degrees. Currently we were sitting in a circle stretching. After this we proceeded to our usual schedule with basics, and other stuff. We would do music in the afternoon, and then more drill.

Apparently there was a jazz run that everyone had to do since everyone's dot was too far to march to. This meant that Karen would be returning to teach us this. Everyone groaned at the thought, it was going to be a long hour. It wasn't easy to do, and the exercise was exhausting. Twenty minutes in, while jazz running, I heard a yelp behind me. After we finished the set, I turned to see Olaf sitting while cradling his knee, and sporting a bloody nose.

"Olaf what happened?"

"I'm not sure, I think I landed wrong on the jazz run. Oh and my nose decided to bleed."

The director walked over to examine the boy. I could tell the injury was painful, but the strong look in his obsidian eyes showed that he refused to cry. Another staff member drove a car up. Together, they lifted him into the car to take him to a doctor. I gave a small wave, a morose look had settled on my features. He smiled, and returned the wave.

After that incident everything seemed to go fairly normal. At dinner the parents had gotten Chick-fil-a for us, along with other goodies. The clarinet section sat together for "Section Bonding Time!" As my section leader exclaimed, and dragged me away from Rapunzel, and Mulan. It was difficult to talk to everyone since we were spread out at a rectangle table, and there were twelve of us. Eventually people finished dinner and left to do other things. Everyone returned to their practice places, and soon the first twelve hour day was finished.

The next day I saw Elsa escort Olaf over to the field with his things. He had a wrap around his thigh, and had crutches. I could tell he wouldn't be marching, but would be forced to sit at the side to watch. Elsa set down his stuff, double checking it, and then giving the boy a kiss on the head. To this, he fidgeted and tried to give an angry glare, but failing miserably. I smiled, wishing my brother and I had that kind of relationship. Alek, and I were never very close for a multitude of reasons. One of them being the fact that he left to go to a private high school for his last two years when I went into sixth grade.

Today was shorter, but it was not surprising when we got out late for lunch. After finishing my meal, Eve waved me over. My time was limited, but I acquiesced with the request despite it. Apparently the enthusiastic eighth grader wanted me to listen to the story Elsa was about to tell. After all I did love a good story, and was rather enthusiastic myself. I gave the pit members a grin, and shared a chair with Eve. Elsa began, telling about the weird encounter with the art teacher. I'll admit that I wasn't listening, for I had noticed how nervous the girl looked with the attention of so many people on her. Her icy eyes met mine, and I produced an encouraging half smile. At the end of it, almost everyone at the table had burst into uproarious laughter. Trying to pretend I'd actually taken the time to listen, I laughed along, but in all truth I did not hear Elsa's story. No matter though, I would find out next year on the last Sunday of May.

Band had finished, and I couldn't help but smile to myself as I laid in bed that night. After all, I'd made a new friend. The image of her grateful blue eyes didn't leave. August 21st would soon become a date that would live on my calendar for the rest of my life.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I am looking for a beta, there are definitely errors. I'd like to eliminate as many as possible, so if any one is interested, feel free to pm me!