Disclaimer: "Frozen" and all characters related to the movie belong to The Walt Disney Company. Frozen was created by Chris Buck, Jennifer Lee, and Shane Morris. The Snow Queen was published by Hans Christian Andersen, and redistributed by the Walt Disney Company as "Frozen". Frostbitten and Lovestruck and any characters not associated with Frozen or any other multiverse crossover characters thereof, belong to Berserkeroo. All rights reserved.

(A/N: *the cast of Frozen is celebrating on the main deck of the ElsAnna ship* Oh, hey guys! Bet you're wondering why we're celebrating here? Simple my lovely readers. As of today, it is Roo's birthday! :D *random firework goes off in the background* O.O Erm… ignore that. Anyways… aside from the ElsAnna fluff we'll be getting later, this and last chapter are definitely my favorites in FAL! Why? Because it's Moulin Rouge's opening night! XD This chapter is a doozy and I can't bring myself to chop in half so please just grin and bear it. Believe me I went Edward Scissorhands on this chapter and cut out a lot of scenes that could be used later on in the story. Also… *places on bullet proof vest* Just a precaution. -w- Security, you might want to escort the Frozen cast to the captain's deck to continue the party. Random reader: "What the fuck did you do?!" *looks at name of title* "You didn't…" Okay, yeah that song is from Disney's Enchanted. Why? Well… you'll find out.

Now on to the questions. I did say this last chapter, and I'm sticking to it: I'm not answering any more questions to these future fanfics after this chapter. You're just going to have to wait! Most of them are the same question. Is it going to be g!p?! Answered this in the A/N in chapter eight. They are both going to be modern g!p AU! I only talked about one fanfic, which is called Leviathan.What is it's content? Leviathan contains elements of g!p Elsa, mermaid!Elsa, dark!Elsa, human! Anna. Unlike FAL, it will be told predominantly from Anna's perspective. Will there be frick frack?Why wouldn't there be? If there isn't at least a little frick frack in a g!p then that's a damn near sacrilege! What's it about? Copying this straight from my word document: "Anna is your average girl in the small beach-town of Fallintine Reef. She has spent the majority of her life there with nothing new happening under the sun; until a storm heralds something new into her life — a leviathan-mermaid named Elsa. A friendship ensues, and possibly something so much more. ElsAnna: fluff, sexual content, no incest. G!p Elsa/Anna. Modern AU: Multiverse crossovers." With no further questions. Here's your chapter of Frostbitten and Lovestuck. Enjoy the chapter… maybe.)

Adrenaline swam through her veins. She was pumped. She was excited! It was the day before the opening night for Laneway's version of Moulin Rouge. Elsa always got amped when time came for another show. School let out just moments ago, but there wasn't a sense of urgency in their stride towards the auditorium. Anna was the cause of that. Her presence alone was enough to put an end on whatever they were about to do. It was thanks to that captivating aura that she didn't realize that a particularly stout man was distracted with a mobile call, and that's she was one a collision course with him.

Elsa stumbled and almost tripped over the man, but she retained her balance. She glanced downward with an earnest apology ready on her lips. Those words never came and her throat immediately dried. She knew this man. Superintendent Mouse.

Usually she felt secure in regard to her social status, but Superintendent Mouse was a completely different story. The diminutive man was one of her father's wealthiest business associates. The Mouse — as he was called — owned everything; and by everything, she meant everything! Television stations; studios; amusement parks; news stations; magazines; radios; etc. See? Everything! His accumulated wealth made her parents appear middle class to say the least. He was powerful!

"Superintendent Mouse. It's a pleasure to see you here at Laneway," Elsa gulped and curtsied at the man. Her eyes cut over to Anna, whom looked confused at the sudden formality.

Superintendent Mouse chuckled at her behavior. He found it endearing that she was so respectful while her parents weren't present. "Aw, you know you don't have to be so formal with me. I'd prefer that you call me Mickey," he spoke in his typical upbeat attitude and extended his hand for a handshake. He smiled as she reciprocated the gesture.

As rich as he was, he loved people — especially children — and didn't want to stand out too often. Something he shared with the teen that towered above him. "Oh dear golly, how much you've grown. I haven't seen you since you were a little girl. Still as cute as ever," he gave her a wink.

Elsa loosened up a bit at his cheery demeanor. It was hard for anyone to resist the man's optimism and charisma. "You look like you haven't aged a day either," she complimented. She almost forgot how relaxed and openhearted he was.

Down the hall: the main entrance doors opened as the principal disbanded the last adolescents that lingered in front of the schoolyard. The pasty-skinned man sighed and considered taking a smoke break until he noticed the two teens talking with - "Damn it! Superintendent Mouse came today?!"

Principal Hellman thundered towards the unprepared teens. Anna was the first to notice him and managed to pull Elsa out of the way in time before he tried to forcefully move them out of his way. No need to be rude! "Superintendent Mouse: so good to see you. I didn't know you were coming today. Can I offer you lunch, maybe a tour around the school, or something. Come on work with me here," he said with his usual charm.

Mickey tore his eyes from the teens to the tall educational facilitator. "Hades, long time no see!" he shook hands with the taller man.

Without a shadow of a doubt the two men would be occupied with one another's company for quite a while. Anna laced her fingers betwixt Elsa's and drew said girl's attention to her leading lady. "Looks like they're going to be at it for a while. We should get ready for rehearsal," she said and pulled Elsa, like a happy puppy on a leash, towards the auditorium.

"Rehearsal?" Mickey asked in mild intrigue. "What are you lovely gals doing? Spirit squad, or something more sport oriented?" He was always interested in youthful activities. It made excellent research to better his amusement parks and television stations.

"We're doing a play for Moulin Rouge sir," Anna replied as she played with the winter-blonde's fingers. A low purr rumbled in the back of Elsa's throat at the soothing gesture.

The business tycoon perked up at the sound of a musical. It's been a while since he's produced a musical from his studio and maybe it would inspire a brand new production. That, and the fact that his business partner's daughter was in the performance, was enough to solidify his resolution. "Moulin Rouge huh? Sounds like one humdinger of a show! I'll make sure to get there early." In truth, he knew his presence would mean that Elsa's parents were more likely to attend — since he knew how busy they could be — but he wouldn't let his true intentions be known.

Both Elsa and Hades paled more than they already were. Fuck… If Elsa was about to make the show breathtaking for Anna, now she had to make it flawless for Superintendent Mouse!

The educational head gathered his composure with a broad smile across his mug. "Only the best for our students. I was just about to finish the papers for their budget in my office. We spare no expense for our little bundles of sunshine," he said as he pinched both of the girls on their cheeks like they were toddlers. The girls let out exasperated whines and rubbed their sore cheeks at the random endearing gesture.

As they walked away the heiress let out a muttered, "spare no expense for our little bundles of sunshine my ass!" The Arts were usually the last to gain monetary assistance from the office.

On their way to the auditorium, they came across a familiar redhead with the Laneway swim uniform in hand. Ariel turned and waved at them as she closed her locker. "Hi girls. Where you headed off to?" she asked.

"We're heading to the auditorium for drama club. It's the last day of practice and Ms. Atlantica is going to want us at our best. I don't know about Anna, but I might stay afterwards and see about any last minute things she wants me to do before opening night," Elsa informed.

The swim team member arched her brow with indecision. "Is that so," she asked with a false smile. Her odd behavior raised suspicions in the two girls. "Anyways, I have to go!" Ariel pushed between the two girls, and separated their hands, before she ran down the halls. What's up with her?

The heiress decided that to address the matter later.

For now Elsa settled with informing her instructors of Superintendent Mouse's presence at their performance. Needless to say Coach Calhoun was less than pleased to hear that detail. "All right damn it! I want to see each and every single one of you little ladies shaking what your momma's gave ya!" the marine barked with firmness. Wolf whistles resounded throughout the entire auditorium from the males once the order was made.

Practice began to dissipate after the last of Elsa's performance came to a close. She was really outstanding and her radiance on stage warranted the eyes of a certain cheerleader.

Kristoff came up to her with a job well done and punched her in the shoulder. The buff teen snickered at the shimmering pink gloss on his friend's lower jaw. "You've got a little something right here," he indicated to the designated area. Elsa rubbed off the mark with the back of her hand with a slight pigment in her cheeks. She muffled a quick thank you. "Congrats on getting to first base. So… how did it feel to kiss her?" he probed for information.

"Better than I could ever imagine," she answered.

"Well at least you know that she must find you somewhat attractive," Peter spoke as he flew in from stage left.

Elsa rolled her eyes at his observation. "I'll have you fellas know that when we first rehearsed it, I told her that she didn't have to do it, and that shekissed me first," she stated with all the confidence in the world.

The boys pulled her in closer and whispered like girls in a locker room. "You sly dog! Spill Els, I want details! Where were you guys? Were you guys actually acting or was it legit?! Was there any tongue action," they barraged her with one question after the other.

Eventually she pushed the answer-seekers away from her. "Will you two gossip mongers shut the hell up?! Be gone you horny bastard!" she hissed and looked around the occupied room to see if anyone was listening in. No one in particular appeared to have heard them.

As Peter pulled out his clipboard to put down another tally for her record, her phone vibrated from her pocket.

It's rude to keep a lady waiting. Godmother was patient enough to let you practice, but she doesn't want you to dilly-dally. Meet you in the car. :)

Elsa looked around the room and found Aurora waiting in the back of the auditorium. Damn! She wanted to help out after practice. "That's my ride. Gotta go," she told her friends and went to meet up with the other blonde.

Anna tried to greet Elsa, but she… went unnoticed? What the fuck? Her eyes cut over to Elsa, whom offered her arm to her former- fiancé . She rolled her eyes and dropped the matter.

Not far away from her, Giselle caught a glimpse of Anna from her place in the audience seats. Her eyes went to the heiress as the girl exited the auditorium. She shook her head when she realized the look in Anna's eyes. She knew that look better than anyone in the room. "You like Elsa don't you," she inquired from behind the girl.

Anna almost jumped out of her skin from the sudden presence of the actress. "Me, like Elsa? What… No! You're crazy. I like her as a frien-" she saw the unconvinced look on the underclassman's face. " Okay I have a small crush on Elsa. Why do you care? " she muttered so that no one besides Giselle heard her.

Giselle sighed. Her heart went out to her Princess. Pity riddled her teal eyes. "I'm only warning you because I care: don't fall in love with Elsa," she advised with an uncharacteristic determination in her voice. She knew that she confused Anna with her advice so she continued.

"Two years ago, we were doing a production for Sound of Music ," she chuckled at the irony of having songs from that musical in their current production, "… I managed to get the lead and Elsa was my leading man. Elsa… she… has a way of acting that is remarkably believable. I… got caught up in my role as Maria and I thought that Elsa actually liked me. She didn't. " Her eyes watered a bit at the memory. "I got hurt really badly when I told her that I had feelings for her. She rejected me. Elsa didn't mean any harm. I know she didn't… and I don't resent her, but... Elsa has to really be a great actress if she can manage to fool a girl into falling for her twice. I don't want you to get hurt like I did."

Those words caused such an immense pain in Anna's chest. Shot through the heart with a molten hot bullet. That was what it felt like. She actually took a step back at what she was told. Her teeth scrapped against her lower lip as her mind went a mile a minute. " Could it be true? No! Elsa said so: that she cares about me. That she loves m- ".Realization dawned upon her: Elsa never once used the word love when it came to how she felt about her. More pain wracked her body when the thought registered her brain. " It's one-sided. My crush on Elsa is… one-sided. "

Anna took her book bag and left the auditorium in a hurry. Unintentionally, she rammed into Esmeralda's shoulder. The Romani looked at her — ready to give the girl a piece of her mind — until she saw tear stains trailed from the corner of Anna's eyes. By the time that the information sunk in, the sun-kissed teen was already out of the room.

Esmeralda tapped her manicured finger against her chin and pondered what happened between the end of rehearsal and the moment before Anna stormed out of the auditorium. Keen emerald eyes went to down the aisle and noticed an equally saddened Giselle.

The dark-skinned temptress walked down the aisle to investigate. "Anna walked out of here sad. Why?" she interrogated.

Giselle sighed and recapped the events that happened just moments ago.

The gypsy shook in irritation; although she knew Giselle meant no harm in what she said. "Giselle… the play was supposed to be like the movie. Elsa actually likes Anna, and wanted to confess to her; and now you fucked up all of her hard work the night before the play!" she seethed. Esmeralda wasn't mad, but if Elsa found out she would be devastated. For the sake of both Elsa and Giselle she kept her mouth shut about the matter. The drama department didn't need animosity between its members.

Opening night arrived and the auditorium was filled to the brim. People of all kinds were among the audience. Faculty and students were backstage preparing for the musical. Much to her surprise, Anna arrived to the school on time. She was half-tempted to stay at home, but she realized that it would hurt Elsa if she didn't show up. She worked so hard to be the best leading man. Her eyes lit up as she peered at the audience from behind the curtain. Her parents showed up!

Elsa tucked a loose strand of hair into her conservative, bun-styled French braid. She looked into the audience: her eyes in search of her parents. Kristoff put his hand on her shoulder and pointed out his adoptive parents around the front. She perked up at seeing Bulda and Cliff with their thumbs up in support.

A harsh voice called the cast to attention. "Everyone get into positions," Coach Calhoun shouted with a voice that would make grown men bend in respect.

"Ma'am, yes ma'am!"

In the middle aisle, Ursula stood with a spotlight cast upon her thick form. In the film, Satie was the one that acted as a maestro to Moulin Rouge's introduction — but Astrid was backstage preparing for her role. The instructor led the Laneway band in the school's alma mater to which each student and parent in the audience recited. Afterwards, the dark-skinned woman exhaled calmly. She proceeded into the song Nature Boy.

Kristoff sat stage right on a large plank of wood with a makeshift windmill in the backdrop. Quasimodo — one of the stagehands — worked the ropes behind the curtains to make the windmill rotate in an eerie melancholy. His eyes were downcast to Elsa as she sniveled in the background. He opened his mouth to sing the lyrics to his musical solo. "There was a boy. A very strange enchanted boy. They say he wandered very far — very far; over land and sea…" The lights faded-in the darkness and brought illumination to the corner where Elsa curled in on herself in tormented misery. Her eyes went up to her typewriter as she lugged herself from the safe haven of her corner, and began to write her story. The blonde boy's face shrouded in shadow as the last of his number ended. "This he said to me: 'The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return'," his voice somber as he left his post on the roof.

Elsa stood from her place at the typewriter and began to narrate the beginning of their tale. Her face looked absolutely dreadful. Tears rolled down her face as she recanted the most sorrowful portion of the love-tragedy. "The most beautiful of all these… was the woman I loved: Satine. A courtesan — she sold her love to men. They called her The Sparkling Diamond, and she was the star of the Moulin Rouge," she gave a dry laugh as if she recalled a particular memory of her time in the bordello. The laughter died down as it descended into a pitiful bout of sobs. If it wasn't for the microphone, placed on her head with care, the audience would have missed her words. "The woman I loved is… dead," the hushed confession escaped her lips as searing-hot droplets cascaded down her cheeks.

She looked up as Anna made a cameo onstage as an apparition of Christian's tormented past. The winter-blonde reached out for her, but Satinepassed by her and exited the stage. A shuddering agony rippled through her character.

With a bereaved sigh she returned to her typewriter and wrote more of the tale on the antique technology. It was clear that whatever passion the character had was no longer in them. Christian was nothing more than a husk of the man he used to be.

Suddenly her attitude perked up as Christian travelled back in time; to a happier time; to a time that was nothing more than a memory. "Luckily, right at that moment, an unconscious Argentinean fell through my roof," she said as she dove out of the way as Peter languidly dangled from a stage rope — apparently asleep. "He was quickly joined by a dwarf dressed as a nun," she continued her observation as Kristoff arrived onstage dressed in drag. She knew he would never live this play down for as long as he lived, but that's what friends were for, right?

"How do you do? My name is Henri Marie Raymond Toulouse-Lautrec Monfa!" Kristoff introduced with pride. Damn, how many names did this character have? It took several retakes for him to get that part down!

Elsa was impressed at his accomplishment. About time he got it right. Her nose scrunched up as the scene unfolded. Character after character was introduced as they continued on. Before long they advanced to the scene where the Bohemians were arguing about Audrey's music that would be introduced to the financier. The musical was chaotic, but the scene was getting out of control. She sung the introduction to The Sound of Music.

Peter arose from his narcolepsy once she finished her short piece. "Whoa! The hills are alive with the sound of music! I love it," he announced. Unfortunately Audrey didn't and the drag queen left in a tizzy. He walked over to Elsa with pride. "Ah! So the boy has talent! I like him!" he declared, which led to what both Elsa and Peter deemed beyond awkward. The Argentinian quickly removed his hand from the area nearby Elsa's crotch.Never again! There were certain lines that weren't meant to be crossed when it came to acting. One of them was: never going anywhere near your friend's family jewels! "Nothing funny. I just like talent…"

The audience laughed at the awkwardness between the teens.

Kristoff brought the discomfort to a close with his next line. "See Satie, with Christian, we can write the truly Bohemian revolutionary show that we've always dreamt of," he said with unbridled excitement. He went on further and explained his plan on how they would convince Zidler to allowChristian to write for their show Spectacular, Spectacular!

Elsa backed away and immediately denied the opportunity. "I don't even know if I am a true Bohemian revolutionary," she said with uncertainty in her voice.

"What?" Kristoff looked over to Astrid and Giselle — who played the doctor. Peter awoke from his slumber when he heard of Christian's sudden lack of confidence. They barraged her with their questions on her beliefs in the inspirations of the Bohemian revolution. "Do you believe in beauty? Freedom? Truth? Love?"

At the last of the questions, Elsa actually flushed with the most genuine of smiles on her face. "Love? Love. Above all things, I believe in love," she confessed. Her eyes couldn't lie to any of the actors in front of her. Giselle flinched at the lovestruck look in Elsa's crystalline eyes.

The cast sung the rendition of one of the numbers of their previous productions.

The group soon segued into the animated, vivacious CanCan scene and boy were the skirts flying! Nothing inappropriate. The last thing the school needed were parents complaining about the faculty allowing their children to parade around in such an erotic manner. However the choreography and costumes were definitely teasing the boarder between appropriate and inappropriate.

Some of the male actors had their tongues lolled out like the horny teenagers they were. They were more than happy to get into character and dance alongside the dancers who posed as The Diamond Dogs. The stage went ablaze with the flamboyant costumes and vibrant stage lights. More girls entered from random places in the crowd and danced in the aisles nearby the audience. Needless to say the sudden appearance of the teenagers drove the crowd wild as they cheered the cast onward.

All of the commotion was quickly terminated when the lights went out. A feminine voice echoed from speakers before the spotlights went out. Suddenly the play went back into full swing as Anna paraded the stage in a saucy, shimmering dress. Elsa's legs buckled under the suffocating beau-… oh fuck using proper descriptive words! Let's say it how it is: Anna was super, mega, foxy-hot!

Nonetheless, she hadn't seen Anna prior to the beginning of the play, and now she knew Ms. Mode went all out with the design for their costumes this year. Any dislike she had towards school disciplinarians went right out the window. Thanks Ms. Mode!

The male lead received a jab in her ribs from Toulouse. What did he want?! Couldn't he see she was… supporting Anna by ogling- erm, watching the performance? Yeah, that'll work. She was obviously being supportive. "Might want to close your mouth Els. A fly will get in there. Got a little drool there too," Kristoff put his hand over his microphone so the audience couldn't hear him as he relayed the message.

Elsa quickly closed her mouth and wiped the corner of her mouth. To her surprise nothing was there. She gave her best friend a cutthroat glare. "Fuck you!" she mouthed her irritation. She snapped back into her role as they went through their lines for the scene.

Considering how well the play went on, Elsa was certain that she could have died happy. She danced with Anna, which she hoped would be the last time. Elsa shuddered as she took a nervous breath. It wasn't stage fright, far from it, but she prepared this scene from day one to perfection. "I hope Anna will trust me to lead… Hell, I hope she doesn't get pissed off with what I'm about to do!" she thought.

Right at that moment Anna walked in with her smoldering temptress wardrobe. This was definitely one of those things that bordered appropriate and inappropriate. The dress was lacy, but covered Anna's skin in a tasteful manner. Chalk that up to Ms. Mode's eye for fashion. Out of her peripheral she saw the Bohemians embark up the stage rails to get into position on top of the elephant. Her friends looked particularly eager for this scene. Peter gave her two thumbs up while Kristoff mouthed a simple "you got this" to his friend.

The two went through their lines just as they did in rehearsals. Though not as racy as its cinematic counterpart, the scene held onto its lascivious nature; particularly Anna's flirty demeanor. It definitely felt genuine, but as far as her thought process went it might have been wishful thinking. At least Ms. Atlantica cut out the portion of the scene where Satine would boldly clutch Christian's inspiration; or as Toulouse called it — Christian'stalent. She was sure that her brain would have fell out on the floor if that happened.

It didn't help that Anna flat refused some of the bizarre moments in the scene. She was not about to roll on the damn floor like a sex-crazed demoness. Fuck that!

Without a moment's delay Elsa hit one of the higher notes in her vocal range with confidence. "My gift is my song: and this one's for you…" Anna looked up from her position onstage towards Elsa. Her eyes widened. It was at that moment that she realized that every moment until now, Elsa held back when it came to her singing. The song brought her attention back to the winter-blonde.

"Hope you don't mind. I hope you don't mind. That I put down in words: how wonderful life is, now you're in the world," she sung as she began to wander her surroundings. The leading male continued as she professed her true feelings through song. "Sat on the roof, and I kicked off the moss," she kicked a bit of imaginary moss from her stance onstage, "Well some of these versus, well, they, they got me quite cross." Elsa turned her attention to face Anna with unconcealed amour reflected in her eyes.

"So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do. You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue," Elsa internally laughed at that particular lyric. Although hard to decipher she knew her beloved's eye color. Tender as a compassionate caress of a lover, she pulled Anna in closer to her; their foreheads touched as she sung on. "Anyway the thing is… What I really mean. Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen!"

Anna was so ensnared with the heiress's voice that she didn't notice that Elsa completely flipped the script. With skilled swiftness she removed the backings of her stage shoes and transformed them into roller blades. Wait, what? Just as quickly, she placed Anna onto her shoes and carted her crush across the stage. Now that she was back into reality, Anna clung onto Elsa in mild terror. "Holy shit how are we moving so quickly?" She couldn't see the skates underneath Elsa's shoes, or through the fog that coated the stage floor, but she recalled Kristoff's advice to trust Elsa; and that's exactly what she did.

In a way it felt like they were soaring over the mist created by the offstage fog machines. Her eyes went up to Elsa in wonder as the leading male gave her the most confident look that Anna has ever seen the girl have. However, the mystical elation soon came to pass as the opera solo, provided by Ms. Atlantica herself, had gradually stopped.

Once more Elsa's voice captivated her attention as their eyes connected. "Hope you don't mind; I hope you don't mind that I put down in words… How wonderful life is now you're in the world," she announced to both Anna and the audience. She took the girl of her dreams into her arms in a romanticized twirl before she dipped her low to the ground.

Pride gushed forth from both Peter and Kristoff as they cheered for their friend's inspirational music number. It didn't matter. Neither did the praise from the audience at the immaculate job well done.

If any word fit how she felt right now, it would be breathless. Although she didn't participate in this particular number, her breath was taken away by the emotion portrayed in that scene. "Oh… I can't believe it. I'm in love. I'm in love with you," she whispered the line aloud. Everyone, including Elsa, was surprised at the line. She was what? Anna balked at the words that slipped from her mouth. Warning signs jumped to the forefront of her mind as she recollected Giselle's warning. "… I'm in love with you: a young, talented Duke," she corrected and played it off as though she forgot her line. She berated herself. Coward!

The two looked at each other as they went on with their lines. They knew in just a moment the mood would be ruined by the Duke, who was played by Ramses.

The night proceeded as the First Act came to a close. At that moment Anna was certain she was smitten with the girl she once considered her sister. Initially the title was meant to be endearing, but now it loomed over her head as a reminder of their relationship status. "Note to self: don't ever sis-zone someone that you might want as your girlfriend later on! You might end up sis-zoning yourself in the process!"

The act ended with her last line for the Elephant Love Medley scene as she allowed Elsa access to her awaiting lips. The audience applauded the students' dedication to their roles, but truth be told, there wasn't a hint of acting coming from neither Elsa nor Anna. The leading lady relished the physical contact between her and her leading man. This was as close as she knew she would ever get. Once the curtain fell that meant the kiss would have to end, otherwise she could ruin whatever relationship she built with the girl that passionately held onto her.

In the Second Act, they segued into the climax of El Tango de Roxanne as Elsa sang out her conflict of Christian's jealousy of Satine being in the company of the Duke. Anna whispered in a broken strain, "come what may… I will love you… until my dying day…" Her heart ached at the thought of what was to come. Later on she would have to lie in order to save her Christian.

Right after Sad Hindi Diamonds ran its course, the audience applauded the number while Kristoff and Peter took center stage. The older of the two paced about with his head cast downward and pondered the situation thus far. "I know she still loves him. There's got to be a reason," he rationalized to the narcoleptic Argentinean to his left as they ascended the steps.

Peter scoffed at the observation. His character was very pessimistic about that. "How about one of them is a duke, and the other-," the remainder of his remark never came as he went limp and fell unconscious down the stairs that they just came up.

Oblivious to what had occurred Toulouse continued to mutter theory after theory. "Then you agree something is wrong. But what? But what?" he murmured into the microphone. Unknown to the head of the Bohemian revolution, his friend was already in pursuit of his love interest on the stage below the platform.

As soon as the revelation of Satine's lie was known, the teen made his way to the leading male. He gulped as the platform mechanics rose into the air. "It's a good thing I like mountain climbing otherwise the vertigo would be a bitch right now! Headrush!" he thought as he clung to the handrail.

The chase scene below was intense! With every lunge and grasp Elsa made Anna was a hair out of reach. "Story of my life," the winter-blonde thought with a scowl. Accidentally, Anna's foot caught in the fabric of her dress; and as always, Elsa went in to prevent the fall. Although it wasn't intentional, the timing made a perfect transition for them to be revealed to the remainder of the cast for the finale.

The courtesan flushed when she noticed that her sitar player was on top of her. Right on cue Elsa snapped back into her role. Heart retching despise was prevalent in her eyes as she choked on a sob. "This woman is yours now," she said as her eyes dug into Ramses, whom was seated in the audience. He actually wilted under the intensity of her glare. Well damn, what did he do to her? Soon after, she flung a stack of cash towards Anna's feet with bitterness. "I owe you nothing! And you are nothing to me…" A brief shudder rolled across her skin. "Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love," she whispered in a strangled voice.

Anna knew that it wasn't real, but damn those lines hurt! She watched the leading actress walk down the center aisle towards the auditorium's main entrance/exit.

Elsa was mere seconds from the door.

Meanwhile Kristoff leapt from one platform to another, which buckled under his weight. With skilled precision he took the nearby stage rope and shouted with a great voice, "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return!"

Those words alone halted the winter-blonde teen from taking another step forward. Anna took in a deep breath as she looked at the silhouette of the girl she realized that she had feelings for. Everything was veiled in absolute silence. "Never knew I could feel like this," she started as she saw the girl continue her exodus, "Want to vanish inside your kiss; every day I'm loving you more, and more."

The heiress half-turned and found a pair of teal eyes in search of contact for her very own down the dark walkway. "Listen to my heart: can you hear it sing? Come back to me and forgive everything. Seasons may change — winter to spring…" the strawberry-blonde found the pale teen's eyes and she seemed radiant with an inner glow. Elsa's eyes were locked onto her leading lady. "I love you," she professed the line in a hushed tone without any regard towards the audience or cast around them.

Sparks flew between them; almost like magic. She felt it. Both of them felt it. Elsa rushed up the stage with a small grin on her face and assisted her leading lady in the remainder of the song. She held Anna at arms length as they sang in harmony… or at least they did until they had to continue with the scene. "Man these interruptions are pissing me off!" they unknowingly agreed.

Hal snuck up nearby the stage with a toy pistol and took aim towards the couple. He played Warner, the Duke's hit man. Kristoff loved this part! He seized the rope and swung down to the stage like a jungle man as he warned the stars of the musical. "They're trying to kill you! Look, he's got a gun!" Right after he spoke the hijinks ensued!

Esmeralda was the spearhead to this comedic routine. She was a Class A act in distractions, comedy, and misdirection. She pursed her lips together and led the dancers into a cancan dance to kick the gun out of Hal's possession, but he was quick to retrieve it. A manicured finger went to her red-stained lips as she watched her friends continue to sing.

Astrid was in the midst of the chaos onstage with one of her Viking hammers in hand. "Damn. She's going to wreck shit!" she muttered before she tapped the mischief-maker on the shoulder.

The leader of the Vikings hid her weapon of choice with a bashful grin. The dark-skinned beauty shook her head and whispered one of her plans in the girl's ear. A wide stretched across her face in the process. "I like your plans," Astrid said.

Just as Hal managed to get into position to make the killing shot, a whistle caught his attention. He looked over to stage right and saw the girls with two banana-cream pies in hand. His face dropped. When Ms. Atlantica told Esmeralda to improvise the comedy for this scene he didn't think she would resort to toon humor. She wouldn't dare.

The velvety desserts landed dead center of his face and chest. The girls high fived each other as the teen wiped the viscous cream off of his face. He was mad, and they were about to meet his alter ego Tighten in a second! Just as he bum-rushed across the stage, Esmeralda threw a discus above his head. "Ha! Ya missed!" Her lithe finger pointed to the discus as it ricochet across the stage and cut a rope.

At first he thought something like glue and feathers would fall on him, but what actually happened was way worse. A small cage opened and a ticked off goat stampeded towards him. "Where the fuck did Esmeralda get a goat?!" The animal ripped at the back of his shorts — which exposed his teddy-bear underwear. The redheaded teen had enough. He tossed the gun away and fled the stage.

The background gimmick had the audience in stitches as the remainder of the cast focused in on the final lyrics of the Come What May Finale. Ramses managed to find the gun pointed it at Elsa as he shouted "my way!" like a spoiled brat. Unbeknownst to him the goat came back and head-butted him off the stage.

"Way to go Djali!" Esmeralda cheered for her pet.

The curtains fell behind the cast as they went through their false curtain call. At that time Elsa seemed so happy about how close they were to the end. She placed a chaste kiss on the back of Anna's hands as they went into position for their last scene.

Similar the film, the leading lady went into a spell of wheezes, pants, and gasps. Time seemed to have stopped as she swooned and fell into Elsa's arms. Elsa went into a fit as she saw the fake blood pool from Anna's mouth. "Somebody get help!" she shouted towards the others. Her eyes brightened once she felt a familiar hand clasp her by the collar. She knew the words that would fall from Anna's lips before they were spoken.

Even though it was acting her heart cracked. She knew that the real deal — that if some unknown force ripped them apart — would probably kill her. That feeling fueled the fire for her to continue with the remainder of her scene.

Hot, glassy droplets traced her shimmering crystalline eyes. The tears fell upon the freckled cheeks below. Trembles and stiffness rattled through her body in intervals as she continued with her mourning. The words of encouragement from her courtesan couldn't heal that kind of wound. Even though Christian's love had died, there was a clear sign that even in death Satine still loved her sitar player.

The scene faded into darkness: Kristoff took his stance to close off the play with Nature Boy as Elsa narrated alongside him. Faint clicks from the typewriter echoed from the recesses of the stage.

Finally the costumes were off, and everyone could breathe normally now! "Arg! This is the last time I'm working with you when it comes to romantic plays Els! You hit me right in the feels!" Peter complimented as he beat his fist against his chest.

Elsa chuckled at the bizarre accolade. "You did a good job too Peter. Sleeping and laziness is your specialty after all," she teased. The sophomore was about to reply to the half-compliment but he knew she was right. He was a proud slacker! Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Way to go Snowflake! Mama and papa are proud of you. We'll be out front with Mr. Mouse if you want to ride home with us instead of the Bjorgmans.

The heiress scoured the masses and found two cloaked silhouettes. One blew her a kiss, and the other gave a silent round of applause. Her parents! They came! She wanted to go up to them, but she was stopped by the sudden presence of a different set of parents; Anna's… She never had stage fright, but she feared talking to the Andersens.

Anna had just taken off her make-up and costume, and went in search of her parents. Now that the play was over, she simply wanted to go home. She didn't feel like confronting Elsa at the moment. She managed to locate her parents… right next to Elsa. Obviously they went to praise herperformance on stage. The dancer started to hate that word. It was a bitter reminder that Elsa couldn't be hers. She knew the faster she retrieved her parents, the less likely she would have to talk to the winter-blonde.

Elsa accepted the accolades. Her eyes perked up when she saw Anna headed their way. This was her chance to ask Anna to be hers! "You girls certainly blew this show out of the water! Just wow! It was like I was there. I mean is that crazy; not that you're crazy. Just listen to me I sound like-" Tony put his large, calloused hand on top of his wife's petite head.

"Hon, you're rambling again."

Cecilia closed her mouth once he pointed out her incessant chatting. Elsa found the habit endearing. It was another thing that reminded her of Anna. "It was nothing to it. I just wanted it to feel as real as possible," she said with her eyes on the girl she loved.

"It definitely felt real. You're… a great actress Elsa," Anna said as she tucked a nonexistent strand of hair behind her ear.

Disappointment and sadness coursed through Elsa's body at the compliment. That wasn't what was supposed to happen. "Crap I'm losing her again. I better tell her now," she contemplated nervously.

As she opened her mouth the cheerleader abruptly turned to her parents. "Mom, I'm really tired. Can we go home already?" she asked. By her standards she made another cowardice move. It was a shield to stop herself from being hurt, but little did she know she hurt her newfound love in the process. "See you guys in class," she rushed before she weaved through the less-crowded auditorium.

Fragile as ice, Elsa felt herself chip and shatter. All of the confidence and pride that was built up during the show melted away. Bulda witnessed the entire thing from nearby. "I'm so sorry honey," she offered her condolences. Like always, her brother, Kristoff was at her side and offered a supportive hand on her shoulder.

Elsa jerked away from the sympathetic gesture. "Just don't…" her voice cracked. "I quit!" she declared and fled from the auditorium to see if she could catch up to her parents.

Kristoff and his parents watch the broken-hearted girl leave in a pitiful woe.

(A/N: *peers around from behind bullet proof glass* Is it safe to come out? I'll just make this one brief. Yes I'm an asshole for what I just did, but you'll have your ElsAnna soon. I promise! Sooner than you think actually. Since it's my birthday week, I will be out of town, ergo, away from my laptop… meaning no twice a week chapters this time. I will be bright eyed and bushy tailed by next week, and ready to write! Hope this chapter didn't mess with you guys too badly. Love isn't easy after all. See you next time.)