This is late because I'm a fucking procrastinator.

I apologize.


"Ow!"

"It won't hurt as bad if you stop fidgeting, kid. Sit still."

"You're jamming it into the hole!"

"No, I'm not. You're being a whiney, over dramatic little shit."

Anna pouted and glared at Elsa, who was a few inches below her as the roadie was sitting atop the kitchen counter beside the sink. The special ear piercing liquid bottle was open and a Q-tip was in Elsa's gloved grip, the punk trying to clean Anna's new cartilage piercing to avoid any unpleasantries that Alice had warned them to watch out for.

With as much gentle force as she could, Elsa swabbed the cotton along the area where the metal and the skin met, dabbing it with the antibacterial serum. Anna was making it quite the challenge to clean it, however, because she kept squirming and making little, terrified squeaks. It was somewhat cute at the beginning but now it was starting to get on Elsa's nerves.

They had returned to the bus after they finished their ice cream to find the boys back inside, talking amongst themselves. Since their concert was the following evening, they hadn't checked into their hotels just yet and were planning on crashing in the bus for the night. When the boys caught sight of Anna's new piercing, they went ballistic. They demanded why Elsa didn't take them along to see it happen, pelted Anna with questions, and then offered all sorts of piercing cleaning advice until Elsa told them to back off before she "ripped their dicks off and feed them to a stray dog," which made Anna crack up laughing until she had to sit down in order to support herself on her own two feet.

But now it was time to clean the piercing due to Anna's complaining and fretting that she was going to get an infection even after Elsa showed her some of the pamphlets regarding the care of cartilage piercings she had picked up on the way out.

Anna refused to touch it and allowed the one girl there who had experience in cleaning one take care of the first week of maintenance.

"You're a big fucking baby," Elsa mumbled, dabbing a little more of the liquid onto the Q-tip. "When you got the thing you hardly wiggled around like this. Now you're acting as if this were the most painful thing you've ever had to go through."

"It stings," Anna grunted.

"Yeah, it's gonna do that," Elsa said, rolling her eyes.

Anna sent a kick into Elsa's thigh. Elsa shot her a warning look, her brows raising like some big sister about to tell off her younger sibling.

"Do that again and I might rip out the damn thing on my own," Elsa said darkly.

"You wouldn't."

"Wanna bet?"

Their eyes clashed dangerously for five seconds before Anna submitted, biting her lip and allowing Elsa to continue her cleaning. Olaf appeared at Anna's side and leaned his back on the edge of the counter, gazing critically at the roadie's piercing.

"Nice, clean job," he approved. "How bad did it hurt?"

"I screamed a little but… It wasn't too awful," Anna said, very aware and very distracted of the physical contact Elsa's gloved hand was making with her arm to keep her steady, her fingers on the other hand working the Q-tip smoothly around the metal.

"She was great," Elsa complimented. "At least her scream was dignified. Unlike Sitron's when he got his nose pierced. He screamed so high pitched, I swear I went deaf for at least five minutes."

"Fuck you," Sitron barked from his bunk, scowling heavily.

"I don't understand how that hurt so much," Olaf said, giggling.

"We're all different beings," whined the bassist, returning his eyes to his magazine. "People react to things in their own special way."

"Okay, you're all done," Elsa said, removing the swab and tossing it into the trash bin. "See? That wasn't so bad."

"Thanks, Els," Anna said, tenderly touching her smarting ear.

"Whoa, hey, not so fast with the nickname, kid," Elsa said. "'Els' is reserved for best friends only."

Anna rolled her eyes. "Right. How could I have forgotten that we're tentative buds or whatever you said." She hopped off the counter and entered her room, shutting it behind her to get a start on her studying for the night.

"You're not really nice to Anna," Olaf observed, raising his pierced brow at Elsa.

"We're trying our best," Elsa shrugged indifferently, closing the top of the cleaning liquid and stuck it back into the bathroom. She flopped down onto one of the couches, Olaf joining her shortly afterward.

"Look, all I'm saying is that you should cut her some slack," Olaf suggested. "It's just… your mood swings and your constant change in attitude towards her are really tough to follow. I can tell Anna's getting super frustrated with you."

"That happens to me a lot," she reminded him.

"God, you're seriously putting those walls up high," Olaf sighed, rubbing his temple. "I'm giving up. That's it. Bro, toss me a Coke. I need to drink away my problems called Elsa."

Elsa rolled her eyes and flipped the guitarist off as Marshmallow handed him a cool can of Coke from the mini fridge. Sitron snickered, silently agreeing with Olaf. Everyone there knew that Elsa was too afraid to allow another friend into her life. Anna was testing the waters only to be shot down almost immediately afterward. It wasn't her fault, of course. Elsa was just being Elsa… as usual.

They all just wished she'd allow Anna in more so they could get on with the tour without the two of them bickering over every little thing. Not a few days earlier, they had been fighting backstage over something that Anna had allegedly done incorrectly. It was a mess until Oaken stepped in and lead Elsa away while Olaf tried to ease the seething roadie.

And then the following day, they were acting like friends and sharing a bowl of popcorn as they watched some daytime TV movie in the bus.

It just didn't make any sense.

"Can't you just be yourself around her?" Olaf wondered, taking a swig of his drink.

"That's the problem," Elsa found herself saying. "I don't know who that is anymore…"

Olaf paused his drinking, Marshmallow stared at Elsa from the booth, and Sitron stuck his head out of his bunk. This was the first time in a long time they were seeing the raw, emotional side of Elsa.

"I don't have many friends, do I?" Elsa went on. "Except you guys."

"You have friends!" Olaf protested.

"Name one that's not in the band," she drilled, sending him a rather reproachful look.

The guitarist opened and closed his mouth several times, each time getting more and more discouraged that he couldn't find a friend to be named off of the top of his head. Marshmallow perked up and tried to come up with a friend.

"How about… your most recent girlfriend?" he offered.

Elsa let out a bark of sarcastic laughter. "She won't even look at me anymore. Hardly spit in my direction."

The boys all exchanged saddened looks. It was very true. Elsa didn't have any friends outside the band. No wonder it was so hard for her to open up to Anna.

"Well, whatever," Elsa scoffed, crossing her legs. "I had a few ideas to run by you guys. For a lyric, what do you think of…"


Anna was fiddling with Elsa's handless microphone, taping it onto the punk's pale skin an hour before showtime, her eyes squinting as she attempted to brush away the light hair that constantly stuck to the sticky side of the tape.

"You done?" Elsa asked impatiently.

"No… hold up," Anna fussed. "This is the first time you're doing a show with this?"

"It's an experiment," Elsa shrugged, examining her nails critically. "It might be nice to use my hands a little more often for the end of 'Let It Go.' Y'know, when I point out to the crowd—"

"And the snow falls yeah, yeah," Anna mumbled.

Elsa smirked. "You really do know this show inside and out now, don'tcha?"

"Yup. Or, at least the finale," Anna said, finally taping the damn wire to Elsa's skin. "There we go." She started walking with Elsa down the hallway, watching as the punk took several swigs of her water, towards the main backstage area. "So, what's the plan for after the show? Another after party?"

"Yeah. As usual," Elsa said. "It's becoming lackluster, I know."

"Can't we do something else?"

"You can if you want. But I'd like to get my fill of stranger kisses tonight."

Anna rolled her eyes. "Of course you do. I don't understand something, though. You just make out with them until you're too tired to do it anymore?"

"Eh… not exactly. It's just for the thrill of getting so close to having sex but you never go through with it."

"Living on the edge?"

"If you have to put it that way."

"Aren't there drugs for that?"

"This may be a shock to you, kid, but I don't do drugs. Personal reasons and my body isn't exactly welcoming to things like weed or shit like that." She stuck a finger towards her mouth and made a face. "The outcome ain't pretty. I felt bad for whoever had to clean up that toilet after my stomach got through with it."

"Gross!" Anna complained, clamping her hands over her ears… only to have her right ear experience a shooting pain. "Awh, fuck! My piercing!"

"Yeah, be careful," Elsa laughed. "And watch your fucking language."

"Hardy har har," Anna pouted. "Can you clean it when you get back to the hotel room?"

"I'll be too drunk to do otherwise, kid," Elsa said. "I showed you how to do it. It's not that hard."

"I know…" Anna sighed and stuck her hands in her pockets. "I'll be a big girl and do it myself."

"And anyway, you and I aren't sharing a room this time around," Elsa reminded her.

"Oh, right."

"Elsa! Someone is here to see you!" Olaf called as the girls entered backstage.

"Who and why should I care?" Elsa said lazily, sauntering over to him.

"It's…" He leaned close and hissed something in her ear that Anna didn't pick up.

But almost immediately after he pulled back, her face darkened and her teeth bared with fury.

"Why is he here?" she demanded.

"Hans sent him I think," Olaf squeaked. "Don't kill the messenger, Els."

"Who did Hans send?" Anna piped up.

"One of his asinine brothers," Elsa spat. "Fucking moron. What, did he think I was gonna sign them back on as our amp sponsors again?"

"I don't know," Olaf said helplessly, shaking his head.

"Let me talk to him," Anna said.

"Wha— No! Kid, this isn't your jurisdiction," Olaf said, his eyes switching from Elsa to Anna and back again.

"I don't care. I dated Hans and so I knew his brothers. Let me see if I can't get him to leave."

"Anna…" Elsa began but trailed off when the redhead marched over to the area where Olaf came from.

The roadie found Oaken glowering over one of the many brothers Hans had, the big guy folding his arms across his broad chest. This particular brother was one of the decent boys of the bunch, one that Anna actually was going to miss when she cut off ties with Hans after his cheating incident. His name was Anders and he had that same, fluffy red hair that his youngest brother did, thick glasses, and always wore something snappy when he went out.

"Oaken," Anna said, approaching them, "I got this."

The security guard backed down and lumbered over to a safe distance to keep an eye on the precious roadie as she stood before the newcomer.

"Anna!?" Anders gasped. "What in the world are you doing here?"

"I work for the band," Anna said shortly. "Is there something I can help you with? You being here is stressing Elsa out."

"I came as a representative for the amps—"

"Save it," Anna said, holding up a hand. "We're not taking you guys back."

"Not quite like that," he rushed. "Hans is out for some… stupid vengeance."

Anna lowered her hand and her brow creased. "How do you mean?"

"He's really angry that Elsa fired him without good reason," Anders said, twisting his hands together. "So he wants to ensure that her career is over before it really begins."

"And how does he intend to do that?" she wondered, worry crossing her features.

"I'm not sure. He didn't say. But I came to warn you and to say that this is not our doing whatsoever." He ran a hand through his hair. "You know how he can get. Just warn Elsa, please. And tell her that father has nothing to do with this therefore we can avoid a lawsuit if something bad were to happen with Hans' fingerprints all over it."

"Will do," Anna said. "Thank you, Anders."

He sent her a thin smile before heading out, scurrying out of sight. Anna furrowed her brows and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, turning on her heel and meeting up with an expectant Olaf and an impatient Elsa.

"Well?" Elsa said hurriedly.

"It was Anders… I don't know if you know him well but…" Anna fiddled with the sleeve of the jacket Elsa had bought her. "He said that whatever scheme Hans pulls has nothing to do with the amp company."

"Wait, what?" Olaf said, his eyebrows raising.

"Hans is angry at Elsa for firing him so he's seeking revenge," Anna announced quietly.

"You've got to be fucking joking," Elsa said.

She shook her head. "No. Not joking."

"Fucking brilliant," the blonde moaned, running a gloved hand over her face in agony. "Now I have to worry about Hans trying to sabotage my shows!"

"Don't you worry about it," Anna said forcefully. "I'll get Oaken to alert the theatre security and keep an eye out for anyone who looks like Hans. I'll make sure the crew members around the backstage area don't let Hans in." She looked Elsa in the eye. "It's my job to worry for you. Now do your singing warm ups in the back while I handle the Hans situation."

Elsa stared at Anna in awe before nodding, dropping her icy eyes to the ground and leading herself to the dressing room where she could practice in peace.

Thankfully, the show went smoothly without a catastrophe caused by Anna's stupid ex-boyfriend. She had hoped Anders' warning was one of good graces. A "just in case" kind of message if Hans planned to go through with any of his schemes.

The Salem trip continued on as any normal stop would: the concert, the after party, and then waking up with a headache and regret. Although, Anna has attended the first night's after party and hung out with Alice and the "Mad Hatter" until they decided to go out with friends to have some fun with a few little "candies" Anna was pretty sure weren't actually candies.

That's when she exited the party and crashed on her hotel bed.


On the final day, Elsa decided it was time for a workout, heading down to the gym early in the morning. So she and the boys scoped out an area where they could do their exercises in peace, Oaken keeping a lookout for any fans who spotted the band and wanted pictures or autographs.

Anna was grateful for the chance to go to the gym to work away the disgusting amount of junk food she and the band had been indulging on for several days. While the three boys went over to the heavy weights, Elsa and Anna stuck around together by the cardio machines, Elsa running at an easy pace on the treadmill while Anna did some stretches in front of her.

"This is fantastic," Anna moaned pleasantly, bending down and touching her toes, her back arching with ease. "I really needed this."

"Glad you're getting your fill, kid," Elsa chuckled breathlessly, reaching over and turning up the speed by two. "In a while, I need you to help me out when I practice my punches on the punching bag." She stuck a gloved finger over to a red bag dangling by a chain nearby.

"You do that stuff?" Anna wondered, returning to a standing position vertebrae by vertebrae.

"I used to do martial arts in middle school but my mom made me quit," Elsa explained. "Now hold on a second, I can't talk and run at the same time."

"Oh, right, sorry," Anna said, finally coming to a full stand, twisting her arms in an attempt to further crack her back.

Even while she worked out, Elsa still wore her gloves. It must have been sweaty in that leather. Even the boys had removed their gloves to get a firmer grip on the metal weights, yelling at one another to gain one more number in their lifting. They were all rather fit— Marshmallow a little more pudgy than the other two— and Elsa, of course, had a perfect rockstar body. Her hips swayed even as she ran along the treadmill, her forehead shining with sweat.

Anna found herself staring. She couldn't help herself. Even though Elsa got on her nerves more than any person on the planet, she was incredibly attractive and her body was right there in all its glory, her midriff exposed by her sports bra, leggings hugging her curves perfectly.

"Hey, Anna, if you want to stare, there's a fee," Elsa teased, smirking down at the roadie.

Anna flushed and rolled her eyes, tearing her gaze from the glorious body of the rockstar.

"You wish," Anna snarled, marching over to one of the stationary bikes.

"Have you fallen for me yet, Baby?" Elsa called after her, laughing.

"Keep laughing, punk, and run outta breath. Maybe you'll stop talking for a while," Anna said over her shoulder. "It'll do a lot of us some good."

Elsa grinned but flipped Anna off, shaking her head.

After the girls finished their cardio and the boys went off for a sauna break, Elsa and Anna went over to the punching bag where Elsa made Anna shut her eyes as she taped up her bare hands, Oaken standing over Elsa like a guardian so nobody could see what she was hiding behind the leather. Once her hands were covered, Anna watched as Elsa started to ram her fists repeatedly into the exterior of the bag, her brows furrowed and braid swishing behind her.

"So… I have to know… Olaf said you weren't the Elsa I know now back in high school," Anna commented, her eyes fixed on the bag as it was smacked hard by the rockstar. "Is that true? What were you like?"

Elsa sent her a crooked smile. "Well, it's a little bit of history that nobody ever believes."

"I'm curious."

"Would you believe me if I told you I used to wear collared shirts, ironed gingham skirts, and glasses?"

Anna gaped. "No… I don't think I would."

"Told you."

"But you really did!?"

"Yup. I used to be quite the goody-two-shoes. My hair held in place with a headband, books in my arms, and my hand in the air during class with all the right answers. I was a smart son of a bitch."

"Then how did that become… this?" Anna gestured to the blonde in front of her, completely shocked at the image of a conservative fourteen-year-old Elsa that danced in her head.

Elsa stayed silent for a few seconds, remembering what Olaf has said about her walls being up high. Since Anna was a genuinely curious girl, Elsa thought there was no real harm in letting her in on an edited version of her backstory. So she took a deep breath and dove in, choosing her words carefully.

"I was a normal kid for a while, I suppose. I lived with two loving parents up until I was eight-years-old. My dad wasn't exactly a master at holding down jobs and barely made ends meet. I never worried, though. But my mom was getting frustrated and decided to leave my dad, taking me with her to my grandmother's house." She landed a hard punch into the bag, sending it swinging on its chain for a few seconds before it came to a halt. "I hated my mother for that." Elsa started punching the bag again, her eyes narrowing with concentration. "Growing up, I stuck with my normal etiquette. I was a good girl who did her homework and dressed properly. I wasn't stupid; I'm actually quite brilliant at math, if I may say so."

She made a few hard blows into the middle, Anna raising her brows at her, urging her to continue. Elsa paused for a minute, took a swig of water, and then went back to hitting her target.

"But when I was twelve, I got a No Doubt CD for my birthday. My father had sent it to me from wherever he was living and, in the card, told me I might like their music. It was one of their early ones… Rock Steady." She smiled wistfully, ignoring a bead of sweat as it rolled down her cheek. "My favorite album was in my hands and I didn't even know it yet. So that night, I listened to it in its entirety and fell in love with their music, dreaming of being able to make someone feel as good as I did when I listened to them. So I asked my mother for singing lessons and music lessons.

"But she said no."

Anna gasped. "You're kidding!"

"Nope. She said it was pointless and that I should be focusing on my academics instead. Mind you, I had my nose so hard to the fucking grindstone that I hardly had any friends to count on my fingers." Elsa sent another hard punch into the bag, grinding her teeth. "And I was livid. So that's where my rebellious phase picked up. I saved up money for contacts on my own, snuck away with my CD— which my mom tried to take from me— and listened to it on my ancient Walk-Man on the roof of the garage, and started to add a few dark shades to my wardrobe.

"By that time, I was nearing high school. As a freshman, I ran into Olaf and he was a part of the band, a guitarist in the symphonic section or something. I can't really remember. He was my first friend who really understood my passion for music. And by then, I had listened to all sorts of ska, punk, rock, alternative, and other kinds of music to fuel my need to be just like them. His parents were professional musicians at the time and they gave me free music lessons, while I lied to my mom and told her I was attending a study group."

"So you just went punk like that?" Anna asked, snapping her fingers in example.

"Oh, not at all. I kept my good girl façade up and finished high school with top marks, graduating with honors. Mom thought it was a phase when I got my cartilage piercings and ear cuffs." Elsa cackled, sending a few good blows up and down the bag. "That was just the beginning. I decided to not go to college and I traveled around with a band as a roadie for a while… for like… a good four months." She trailed off and stopped punching, cracking her knuckles absentmindedly. "Then I came back and suggested to start a band with the boys, who by that time were my best and only friends. We were a garage band for a while until I wrote my first song, 'Let It Go' and submitted it to a potential manager, who is now Kai."

"It took you about four years to get started?" Anna said.

"Well, we needed sponsors before we got big. We played as an opening band for a while before 'Let It Go' got big." Elsa bent down and grabbed her towel, wiping off the sweat on her arms and face. "Then Kai decided it was time to make it a hit. We got Hans' family to sponsor us a year or so ago and then we released 'Let It Go' to the public. We just didn't realize it would be a big deal."

"So this is your first official tour," Anna said, nodding to herself. "You got quite the history, Elsa. I'm pleasantly surprised."

Elsa smirked. "Thanks, kiddo."

Anna was quiet for a moment as Elsa made her turn around so she could put her gloves back on. It was then Anna realized how awful she had been to Elsa about education. She had made several comments about how Elsa wasn't in school like Anna was and how she assumed Elsa was just a stereotypical drop-out. But Elsa was going after her passion of music because of the way it made her feel. Her reasoning for not going to college were something Anna could understand.

"Elsa, I'm sorry," Anna whispered as she turned back around at the punk's instruction.

"Sorry about what?" Elsa replied, hitching her gym bag over her shoulder.

"I… I didn't know you graduated high school. I assumed you dropped out," Anna said, her teal eyes falling onto the ground in shame.

Elsa laughed, clapping a leather hand onto Anna's shoulder, steering the girl out with her into the cool Salem air.

"I'm actually much smarter than I let on. You know, I actually speak fluent French," Elsa informed her, her eyes glinting in the weak sunlight where the boys were waiting, fresh out of their sauna sessions.

"You do not," Anna said in disbelief.

Elsa leaned close and pressed her cool lips against the shell of Anna's left ear, smirking against the skin. Goosebumps shot up Anna's arms and a shiver made its way up her back as Elsa hissed seductively in Anna's ear.

"Oui je peux, mon amie (yes I can, my friend)," she breathed coolly.

Anna blushed and jumped back, staring wide eyed at a giggling Elsa.

"Why do I feel so violated?" Anna groaned, rubbing her ear. "You said something dirty, didn't you?"

"Oh, Anna, you really do have preconceived notions about me," Elsa chuckled.

As they made their way back to the hotel, Elsa realized how much she had let out to Anna, revealing to her the past that seemed like a silly backstory in some fashion magazine. Yes, it was edited to the best of her ability, but she had said it to Anna with such comfortability. It scared Elsa… she had never told that much information about herself to anyone outside the band before.

But Anna wasn't judging her. At least, not out loud. However, whenever their eyes met on the way back, Anna would send her a thankful, supportive smile as if she were grateful she was able to hear so much about the mysterious punk.

Once they entered the hotel lobby, Anna finally spoke up, bumping her hips against Elsa's.

"You know, I had hoped hearing all that would have cleared a lot up for me. But you're even more of an enigma than ever," she commented.

"Maybe one day I'll make more sense to you," the blonde said, winking down at Anna.

"Perhaps… but I'm glad you told me."

"Hey, there's still a lot more about me you need to know. All in good time, kid."

"Like I've said before, I'm willing to earn my way chapter by chapter into that thick book titled Elsa."

"You really aren't gonna give up?"

"Nope!" Anna thought for half a second before speaking up again. "Hey—! What's your last name?"

"Ooh, that's one of those things that's locked up in a vault along with these babies." Elsa held up a gloved hand and wiggled her fingers in the air.

"Really? Your last name?"

"I'm like one of those icons out there with a single name— only I'm way better."

"Such a big ego for such a pretty face."

Elsa paused her stride towards the elevator doors and Anna froze, too, realizing what she had just said. The boys were oblivious, still chatting away about their concert that night. Anna fumbled over her words, trying to search for a proper explanation for her unintentional compliment.

The look on Elsa's face was one of flattery and astonishment, attempting to understand where Anna's comment had come from. Instead, she decided to take it with pride and walked over to Anna, pressing a kiss against the rambling girl's head, cutting her off.

"Why thank you, darling. You've just inflated it a little more," Elsa said against her skin.

"Ah… okay?" Anna whimpered.

"Where's that backbone?" Elsa teased, pulling away and heading back to the elevator. "Cat got your tongue?"

"No!" the roadie spluttered, glaring at Elsa. "You're still a big show off! So what that you're attractive!?"

"I'm attractive now?" Elsa laughed, the three boys halting their conversation and giving them strange looks.

"Screw you, you're making me awkward!" Anna spat, shoving her way by the punk to get into the elevator first.

"You said it, not me!" Elsa said defensively, stepping beside her.

"Did we miss something?" Sitron wondered as the doors slid shut behind him.

"Anna's in love with me," the lead singer teased.

"Gross! No way in hell would I ever want to date you!" Anna screeched, her face igniting.

"Awh, look, she's blushing!" Olaf chimed.

"You guys are the worst!" Anna moaned, running a hand over her face.

"I ship it!" Sitron roared suddenly. "Elsa and Anna for the win!"

Elsa started cracking up, concealing it behind a leather clad glove while Olaf met him halfway for a high-five, Marshmallow chuckling in the corner. Anna sighed in agony as Sitron started chanting, "Elsanna! Elsanna!" over and over again. As soon as the doors slid open on their floor, Anna stomped on the bassist's foot on her way out, shutting him up in an instant and making Elsa laugh even harder.

"I hate everyone right now," the redhead grumbled, slumping to her room while Dry Ice laughed up a storm behind her.


So this son of a bitch is late. Sorry. I had a lot going on this week (including my birthday. Say hello to a new legal adult). And last week I was away from my computer so… a lot was happening.

But here it is!

Haha…

Ahem.

So we have a backstory for Elsa that's still a little shrouded in mystery. I tried to keep it somewhat closed off and not give too much away about our lovely Elsa. It's basically a fill in about her. Others will be given about the other band members later.

AND GUESS WHAT!?

I've done this with my story Coping and my Adventure Time fics but I'd like to do it with this one. If you can write songs, like really good ones with a chorus and bridge and whatever, then you can submit one to me to be Elsa's new song (preferably about Anna). It'll be in a much later chapter but since I can't write songs for shit, I'm looking for some talent out there. You'll be credited and everything in the Authors Notes in the chapter it's in. So if you'd like to write a song for this story, I'd love to hear it.

By the way, that French Elsa said was off Google translate so I bet it's completely wrong. Sorry.

Anyway, I'm tired and I have tests in the morning. I'll see you next Sunday, my loves.

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