The little "Place, Date, Time, Weather" at the beginning is a tribute to one of my other Elsanna fics that takes place in the city Dry Ice is currently visiting. If you know it, wink wink. If you don't, go check out Sun Kissed!

The Place: Seattle, Washington
The Date: June, 2014
The Time: 9:26 AM
The Weather: Cloudy

The next stop of the tour was Seattle, a cloudy city in which Anna had been only once before. When Elsa told her that their next stop was to be in the Emerald City, Anna had been excited to get there. She had a few friends in the city and was hoping to see them before their four nights in the city were over.

So when the bus came to a full and complete stop behind the theatre where the concerts would take place, Anna burst through the doors before the band, pulling her jacket on in the process, to take a heavy whiff of the familiar scent of rain that always filled Seattle.

"I'm guessing you like Seattle," Elsa commented as she followed the rambunctious roadie outside.

"I came here to visit friends a while ago. I loved every second of it," Anna said, bouncing on the balls of her feet as the other band members walked out of the bus. "I might give them a call, hang out and all that fun stuff."

"Why not," Elsa agreed, giving her that toothy grin. "You deserve a little time off. You're nearing the end of the first month and I'm glad to say, I'm impressed, kiddo."

"Thanks," Anna said gleefully. "I'm gonna head to a Starbucks and get myself something. You guys want your usuals, right?" She started backing up, waiting for their affirmatives. Once she was given them, she turned on her heel and started to head off, her gloved hands deep in her jacket pockets.

"You're unusually chipper," Olaf said to Elsa as they made their way into the theatre. "What's with that? You never give roadies time off."

"Anna's just a kid, Olaf," Elsa said with a shrug. "And she's been good to us. I'd be more of a colossal bitch if I made her work all the time."

"Elsanna," Sitron hissed behind her, only to earn and elbow in the stomach. He doubled over and coughed but still managed a shaky, "Fuck you, Elsa."

"He's got a point though. I think you're being incredibly lenient with Anna because you like her," Marshmallow joined in.

"You guys are high," Elsa drawled, rolling her eyes. They entered the backstage area, Elsa scowling to herself. "So what? I told Anna a bit about myself and she paid me a compliment. Big whoop."

All three boys exchanged hopeless looks. Elsa was so deep in denial that a Jungle Cruise director could make several puns about her and the Nile River. Instead of continuing the teasing, Olaf bounded onto the empty stage and spread his arms, as if he were trying to embrace the seats.

"Hello, Seattle!" he shouted broadly. "I'm Olaf, and I like warm hugs!" He made several cheering sounds by exhaling, cupping his gloved hands over his mouth to get them to reach farther around him.

"And I'm Sitron and I'm cooler than Olaf!" Sitron said, jumping in and pushing Olaf out of the way.

Simultaneously, Elsa, Marshmallow, and Olaf all booed at him. The echoing theatre made their boos bounce back at them, making it sound as if there were more than three people booing the poor bassist.

"You guys suck," Sitron growled, grabbing his bass that Oaken had brought up from the bus. He started fingering the G-chord, the dull thumping of the instrument filling the room. "Can we please just start practicing before I shoot you guys?"

"With what? A needle?" Elsa teased, taking her place at the mic.

Olaf and Marshmallow roared with laughter as Sitron grunted incoherently under his breath.

"Okay, okay," Olaf gasped, wiping a tear from his eye, picking up his guitar. "Let's actually get serious about this now."

"Yeah," Marshmallow agreed, grabbing his drumsticks off one of the drums and sitting before his instrument. "Which set shall we start with, Els?"

"Let's take it from the top. I wanna try a few things," Elsa said, snapping her fingers as she counted them in.

"Yeah, we'd love to see you!" Meg said enthusiastically on the other line. "So glad you're in town!"

Anna pumped her fist, waiting in the warm exterior of the Starbucks for her coffee orders, grinning like a dork. Several eyes turned towards her in curiosity, wondering why this strange redheaded girl was dancing on the spot.

"Awesome! I'm so excited to see you guys," she said into the phone. "I still have my—" She dropped her voice to a whisper. "—fake ID so we can go to bars and stuff."

"Sounds great, red," Meg said, Anna hearing the smirk from over the phone. "See you at eight tonight at Jazzy's house."

"Can't wait," Anna sang. "See you soon!"

"Later."

Anna hung up the call just in time for her order to be placed on the bar for pick up. With a kind smile, she thanked the barista and headed into the cool Seattle air, ready to spend the evening with some of her friends.

She found the band on stage practicing their set for the next night, Elsa practically making love to the microphone, her hips swaying as if the crowd was already before her, chanting her name. Anna waited for the song to finish— trying to stare at anything other than Elsa's hips— before she walked on stage.

"Coffee break! Ready for America's best damn Starbucks?" Anna giggled, sitting on the platform that supported Marshmallow's drum set.

"Thanks, kid," Elsa said, taking her hot chocolate from her. "Even though I didn't actually get coffee but I'm sure I can sneak a sip from one of you."

"Don't get Sitron's. I'm sure it'll be disease ridden form one single sip," Olaf teased.

"You guys…" The bassist sighed, nursing his black coffee with a small scowl.

"Alright, let's lay off of him," Elsa said, raising a hand to call off any more jokes from Olaf. "He's had enough today."

"Is it customary to poke fun at him or something?" Anna asked, crossing her legs.

"No but sometimes we like to tease him," Marshmallow said, thumping Sitron on the back. "He's usually a good sport about it."

Sitron gave a crooked smile to Anna. "We pick on each other all the time but it can get to be a bit much from time to time."

"Yeah, like making too many jokes about the gloves," Elsa reminded them in a hiss.

The room seemed to become unnaturally colder to Anna, the three boys grinning guilty and burying their faces into their drinks. Elsa sat beside the roadie, taking a long swig of her drink.

"So, kid, what's the scoop on those friends of yours?" Elsa wondered, licking her lips unconsciously and distracting Anna for half a second.

"Uh…" Anna blinked for a second before fully registering the question. "We're going out for drinks tonight. Maybe go dancing. There's a string of bars on Capitol Hill— that's a street here— I visited a while back. It's gonna be awesome. It's been for, like, ever since we've all hung out at once."

"What made them come up north?" Marshmallow said conversationally.

"Well, Meg goes to college here, Jasmine's family moved, and Ariel's always lived here," Anna said with a small shrug. "Meg and Jasmine used to live in Arendelle until they came up here. Rapunzel and I visited them a while ago and met Ariel here when we did. Kept in contact after we left."

"In a nutshell, distant friends," Sitron summed up, his brows furrowing gently.

"Yeah, I guess. The point is, I'll have some girl time tonight while you guys prep for tomorrow's concert," Anna said, smiling joyously at the bassist.

"Hm," Sitron mumbled over the rim of his cup before drinking deeply.

The rest of the day was spent with Dry Ice practicing their sets, occasionally getting into arguments with tech about the lighting cues or sound. Anna was running around backstage, ensuring that things were prepared for the concert the following night and helping Oaken out with moving equipment.

I can't be the only roadie for this band, Anna found herself thinking sometime that day. Maybe Elsa should hire another one so I won't break my back hauling heavy stuff back and forth.

But as soon as six o'clock rolled around, she rushed back to the bus— the band trailing behind her, very amused with her bout of excitement— to change into some decent clothes that didn't have the band's style written all over it and ditched the leather gloves. She settled on one of her favorite olive green tops, a thin, black cardigan over it, a pair of faded jeans, and her black Doc Martens. Her hair remained down and she slipped her wallet into her pocket, ready to go out and meet her friends.

When Anna entered the main room, Elsa was in her bedroom struggling with lyrics no doubt, Olaf was hanging out in his bunk with his earbuds in, Marshmallow was in the booth reading a book, and Sitron was lounging on one of the couches.

"Alright, I'm off," Anna said, skipping to the door.

"Hey, Anna, wait," Sitron called after her as she exited the bus.

She paused and turned as he walked out after her, hand extended. She glanced down at it and then back up into his expectant face. Then she lifted an eyebrow, demanding an explanation. He rolled his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck with his other hand. He seemed nervous about whatever it was he wanted, she noted. But he said it anyway, looking her in the eyes.

"Gimme your phone," he said.

"Why?" she asked tentatively.

"I need to do something."

Pursing her lips, Anna pulled her phone out from her pocket and handed it to him after punching in her passcode. He then went to her contacts and programmed his number into it— and took a ridiculous selfie of himself giving the rock-on sign— before handing it back over to her.

"If you need anything, I want you to call me at once," he said.

She stared at him, stunned at this sudden burst of chivalry from the otherwise sarcastic and inappropriate bassist. He shrugged and flushed lightly.

"Be careful out there, kid," he muttered, going back inside.

Anna pocketed her phone again and backed away slowly before fully turning on her heel and striding towards Jasmine's house, a slight bounce in her step.

When she arrived in front of a small roadhouse, rain had begun a soft pitter patter upon the many heads of Seattleites. Anna hugged her cardigan closer to her body, glaring up at the dark grey sky.

Of course it rains, Anna thought bitterly. It's Seattle for Christ's sake… I just hope it lets up soon. We're walking everywhere.

"Anna!" a voice squealed as a bright red head leapt out of the front door. Anna found herself in a tight embrace, the breath leaving her lungs in an instant. "It's so good to see you! I missed you!"

"Hiya, Ariel," Anna croaked. "How are you?"

"I'm wonderful now that you're here!" Ariel giggled, stepping back and allowing the other ginger to breathe.

"It's good to see the two ginger kids interacting with their own kind," drawled a bored voice.

Anna glanced up to find Meg sauntering over to the pair, her hips swaying just as they always had. Although, Anna knew that her hips were absolutely no match for Elsa's. Not by a long shot.

But she would never admit it to herself. Let alone Elsa. The punk would never let Anna live that down.

"It's good to see you, too, Megara," Anna said, giving the Greek girl a tight hug. "Everyone misses you down in Arendelle."

"I'll be down there as soon as my college days are done," Meg said, patting Anna gently on the back.

"Ooh, it looks like we're all here," Jasmine said, appearing at Meg's side as if she had teleported there. "And it's raining… oh well. It'll let up later."

"C'mon, we have some catching up to do," Meg said, encircling Anna's shoulders with a friendly smile.

So the four of them walked in the drizzle towards Capitol Hill, entering a small, intimate bar and ordering a couple of drinks after flashing their IDs at the bartender. They picked out a booth together and huddled close, nursing their drinks as they started discussing their lives since they last saw Anna.

Meg was apparently getting into the business of entertainment, claiming that her comedic bits were some of the best her professor had ever seen. She was genuinely interested in becoming an actress, which Anna wasn't surprised to hear at all. Meg was always the sarcastic one of the group in high school, most often leaving her friends into fits of laughter after a simple comment about her boyfriend or a teacher or something of the sort.

She and Olaf shared that kind of hilarity. However, on one hand, Meg was snide while, on the other, Olaf was cheerful.

Jasmine was taking over her father's business in the future so she was studying up on becoming the CEO of his company. While she was a no-nonsense kind of girl, she had a simpleness to her personality. It was strong and something to be admired. So most of her classes were about business and money management.

"I've been trying to get Aladdin to study that, too," Jasmine said hopelessly, stirring her third drink of the evening. "He needs it."

Ariel had just celebrated her third year anniversary with her boyfriend Eric, who was supporting the ambitious girl as she looked into fashion design. She claimed she wanted to make a full line of mermaid-esque swimsuits and dresses that were boldly unique in every way, matching the preference of the specific customer.

"It's either that or I'd help my father out with cleaning the oil spills or becoming a marine biologist," she said perkily. "I have a lot of options."

"How's our little ol' red been doing?" Meg interjected, glancing lazily at the roadie before her.

"I'm alright. College break is treating me well. I've been traveling around to a lot of places," Anna said, her eyes lighting up.

"So that's why you turned up out of the blue," Jasmine concluded.

"Yeah. I'm only here for four nights though. Then we all have to get going to—"

"Wait," Ariel cut Anna off. "We? Who are the others?"

"Oh! Right, of course," Anna giggled. "I'm a roadie."

Meg stared before snorting into her fist. "A roadie? For what, some cheap opening band?"

"No. I'm a roadie for Dry Ice," Anna said indignantly.

The other three froze, blinking stupidly at her. They all exchanged looks before bursting into laughter, drawing a couple of curious glances and leaving Anna very confused. She scrunched her brows together, looking from girl to girl.

"What's so funny?" Anna demanded.

"You're traveling with Dry Ice?" Meg gasped. "That's rich!"

"Stop joking around, Anna," grinned Jasmine. "Really, what are you doing with your time?"

"I'm serious! I've been hanging out with them for at least a month!" Anna said.

The laughter died down as they realized that she wasn't joking. Meg folded her arms across her chest and leaned into the cushion of the booth.

"You can't be serious," she scoffed. "They're such hackers."

"Wha-?"

"Don't they have any other song besides 'Let It Go?'" Jasmine added, shaking her head. "And that Elsa chick is way in over her head."

"They're not even that good," Ariel said critically. "My sisters' choir group is better than them."

"But… have you ever heard them live?" Anna asked weakly, fingering her glass with embarrassment and something else she couldn't quite figure out.

"Why bother? Their tickets are so expensive I need to sell several of my vital organs in order to cough up the dough," Meg droned, rolling her eyes.

"I hope they're not influencing you too much," Ariel warned. "I hear that Olaf guy like touching people… like touching them."

"No, he doesn't!" Anna protested, her eyes shining. "He's a touchy, feely guy sure, but he only does that to his friends. He never goes any farther than hugs, honest!" She realized the more she said, the worse it sounded and her friends were giving her dubious looks. "And Elsa's not so bad. I mean, yeah, she can be a pretentious little shit I want to punch in the face every now and then but she's really sweet when she wants to be."

"Damn right she's pretentious," Jasmine imputed. "Those interviews… god, it's like she's begging for fans."

"'Be true to yourself,'" Meg recited, making her voice go raspy to mimic Elsa's voice. "I've heard that one before."

"And let's not forget Sitron," Ariel smirked. "He looks like he'd drug you as soon as he got the chance just for the hell of it."

"Marshmallow… now that's a dumb name. Who wants to be called something like that on stage? I mean, really," Jasmine said, shaking her head. "And he's so big. How does he fit behind that drum set?"

Anna was getting so hurt from all these attacks on her newer friends. After seeing all the hype about the band, she had naïvely assumed that everyone in the country was underneath the Dry Ice spell. Assumed that Elsa was worshiped by every girl and boy who had a strong fantasy for her to be in their bed with them. Assumed that everyone adored Olaf and his goofy smile. Assumed that Sitron was that lovable tramp of the band. And assumed that Marshmallow was that quiet giant everyone wanted to get to know.

But this was the first round of hate she had ever experienced. Even her first resentment was beaten down by listening to their music and then it was further melted away when she actually started hanging out with them, getting to know them. Yes, there were a few things… quite a few things she didn't know but it was still early on. The first month was almost over and there was still so much time left.

They were just regular young adults who were ready to take on the music world around them, eyes bright and hopeful for a long and successful career.

"I'd quit if I were you," Meg finalized, pulling Anna out of her thoughts. "I don't want to read that you OD'd in some bathtub."

"That's not funny," Anna said quietly. "They don't do stuff like that."

"Wow, that's not really punk," muttered Ariel.

"You don't have to do that to be punk," Anna shot back. "And now what? They're not punk enough? They're not making enough bad decisions?"

"Pick a road and go," Meg said with an indifferent shrug, downing her fourth drink. "Just get out of there while you can."

Anna didn't say anything further and simply guzzled down her third drink before moving onto her fourth, glaring into the contents of her glass and waiting for this night to be over. It had gone from good to bad in the blink of an eye. She didn't like the sour opinions of Dry Ice at all.

It felt as if someone were criticizing her family. Making fun of people she cared deeply for. They were making all sorts of awful comments that made Anna wish she had never come out with them in the first place.

So she decided to drown away her bad mood, taking impressive gulps of her fourth, fifth, and sixth drink in stride. The world began to become slightly fuzzy around the edges of her vision, everything gaining a sort of glow to it, the alcohol working its way into her system, her body absorbing every last bit of it.

She didn't even realize her friends had left her at the booth thirty minutes ago after they paid for the redhead, telling her to comeback anytime whenever she left Dry Ice in the dust, hoping she was going to make the "right decision."

Tired and wanting to get back to the bus, Anna stumbled out of the bar, clutching her cardigan to her figure as rain started to tumble down harder than earlier that evening. Her hair was sticking to her face as she struggled to find her way back to the bus.

I… I need, she thought messily, shaking her head and trying to gain a sense of intellectual thinking.

She shakily reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, remembering something suddenly. She found the name she was looking for and pressed it, bringing it up to her ear and leaning on a building, rain hitting her clothes and soaking them.

"Hello?"

"S-Sitron," Anna hiccuped. "I… I want ta come home."

"Where are you?"

"Dunno… somewhere… Capitol Hill?"

"I'll be there as soon as I can. Hang in there, Anna."

"…Kay…"

Anna hung up the call and slid to the wet pavement ground, staring blankly into the dark grey sky, rain hitting her in her freckled face. She had no idea how long it had been since she called the bassist but she was sure she had been drifting in and out of a drunken slumber, trying to remain awake until he came and got her.

Just then there were two hands on her shoulders that startled her awake. When she opened her eyes, she discovered the concerned, carmel brown eyes of Sitron staring back at her.

"Hey, kid," he said softly.

"You showed up," she slurred, as if she was surprised to see him there.

"Of course I did," he cooed, helping her to her feet. "Let's get you outta this rain." He draped his jacket over her shoulders and pulled the hood up to protect her hair— in spite of its dampened state. "C'mon, Anna."

The roadie snuggled up to him as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, shielding her from the evils of the world. Slowly but surely, they made their way back to the bus, Anna stumbling over her feet and babbling out drunken statements, Sitron nodding and responding with kind "uh-huhs" whenever she paused.

When Sitron helped her into the main room of the bus, Anna found herself in a tight and worried embrace by Elsa, which was a shock to all three boys, who didn't seem to care in the slightest that the ginger was soaked to the bone.

"Anna, thank god!" Elsa cried. "You had me worried sick! When you called Sitron and… and he had to run and get you. I couldn't catch him in time when Olaf told me what had happened. Oh, I would have gone after you myself— did anything… Anna? What's—?" Elsa pulled back to examine her friend's face, finding— to both her amusement and horror— that Anna was drunker than a sailor. "My god, you're… wasted."

"Yup!" Anna chirped, grinning stupidly up at Elsa, shedding the jacket Sitron had supplied her.

"Well… uh, I'm glad you're safe," Elsa said awkwardly, running a hand through her platinum locks and trying not to laugh at the intoxicated roadie. "You look exhausted… and like you're drowning in those clothes."

"I'll be fine," Anna insisted, swaying on the spot. "Elza, guess what?"

"What?" Elsa responded, inclining her head to Olaf as he made a waving gesture to gain her attention.

"I think you're sooooo super, duper cool," Anna giggled, leaning forward and burying her head in Elsa's shoulder.

'Get her fresh clothes?' Olaf mouthed, pointing to Anna's bedroom.

Elsa nodded, patting Anna's wet back gently as Olaf rose to his feet and strode into the roadie's room.

"Hey, kid, Olaf's gonna get you some clean clothes. Can you change yourself in the bathroom?" Elsa asked.

"Naw, I can do it in here!" Anna said gleefully, tugging at Elsa's braid.

"We'll close our eyes, Elsa," Sitron said, Olaf returning with a clean set of pajamas for Anna. "She's clearly not in any state to be… rational."

Olaf handed them to her, giving her a smile. "Get warm, kiddo," he instructed.

"Th-thanks, buddy," Anna grinned, already peeling off her cardigan and shirt.

The three boys respectfully turned their backs to Anna and Elsa as the rockstar attempted to assist her friend. But Anna was stubborn and only tossed her discarded clothes into her arms. Elsa rolled her eyes and watched carefully as Anna tried to reach around to unlatch her bra.

Oh god, Elsa thought, grimacing and squeezing her eyes shut as the roadie finally unclasped the snaps.

"Ha! Success!" she cheered, shoving the shirt over her head. "Are there undies?"

"Yeah," Olaf affirmed, cracking his neck, still facing away from her.

Don't open your eyes, don't open your eyes, Elsa kept repeating to herself as the thunk of the Docs being removed and the sound of the jeans hitting the ground filled the space around her. Don't be an inconsiderate fuck for once in your life.

Anna didn't even seem to care she was half naked as she tugged on her new pair of underpants and sleeping pants. She had never felt more comfortable in her life. And as soon as she finished, she scooped the wet clothes from the ground and shoved them into Elsa's arms. Elsa opened her eyes and was thankful to see Anna fully dressed but still incredibly drunk.

"Thanks, Elza," Anna mewled. She reached out and cupped Elsa around her neck, the punk's breathing hitching, and gave the punk a kiss on the cheek. The action thoroughly shocked the poor blonde into silence. "I'm…" The roadie let loose a huge yawn and started rubbing her eyes. "Exhausted."

"Get some sleep," Elsa urged her, trying to remain calm. "I'll hang up your clothes, alright?"

"Mhmmm," Anna groaned, pushing by the other band member to reach her tiny sanctuary. But she paused at the open doorway and turned to them, her eyes big and almost watery, striking pain in their hearts, as if they were watching a puppy being abandoned. "I just wish I had a sloth to cuddle with."

And with that, Anna entered her bedroom and shut the door behind her. Elsa pursed her lips and entered the bathroom, hanging up the wet clothes to dry in the shower. There was a long silence as she reentered the main room before Sitron broke it.

"What?" he said, turning to Elsa with a dubious expression on his face.

"You heard the inebriated imbecile," Elsa said, shaking her head, zipping up her black jacket, and rolling down the sleeves. "Let's go get a sloth."

"What?" Olaf and Sitron said in unison.

"Oh, c'mon," Elsa said, waving them over. "She's too damn drunk to think straight. Let's just get her a damned stuffed sloth so she can wake up without thinking that everything was a mistake."

Marshmallow hummed pleasantly and followed Elsa out of the bus, buttoning up his leather jacket as he went. Olaf and Sitron exchanged looks of disbelief before grabbing their own jackets out of their drawers and rushing after the pair.

The search for a sloth stuffed toy led them to a 24/7 CVS, Elsa scouring the numerous animalistic playthings that overflowed in the stacks. She really couldn't believe she was looking for a sloth in the middle of the night just because a drunk Anna made a comment about one.

But there she was.

Olaf and Sitron were busy looking at candies, far too distracted by their desires to please their sweet cravings and Marshmallow was checking the price on a new shampoo. Elsa bit her lip in frustration until her eyes landed on the cutest looking sloth, sticking out amongst the bears, dogs, and cats that surrounded it.

"You," Elsa breathed, reaching out and grabbing it by the stomach, only to hear it make the sweetest little noise she had ever heard. "Oh my god, you make those fucking baby sloth noises from that YouTube video."

"Find one?" Olaf asked cheerfully, a bar of Snickers in his hand, bounding over to the lead singer.

"Yup. What do you think?" Elsa said, presenting it to him.

"It's great!" he gushed. "Let's get it and go. Oaken texted me telling us that Anna's starting to mumble in her sleep. He's worried for her."

"Tell him we'll be there as soon as we can," Elsa said, heading up to the counter. "I've got to hand it to Sitron… that was really nice… humane of him to give Anna his number." Her eyes became downcast. "I can't believe I've known the kid for this long and I haven't given her my cell number."

"Hey, we've been busy," he said softly. "It was the furthest thing from our minds. We'll give her our numbers tomorrow morning. We're just lucky Sitron thought ahead. God only knows what coulda happened to Anna if she didn't have his number."

"I don't want to know," she grunted, standing in line behind some late-night workers picking up some final things on their way home.

Sitron approached them with a bottle of Seven-Up, yawning and stretching his arms behind his back.

"It's been a crazy night, yeah?" he grinned.

"Sitron, I know we can give you a lot of shit sometimes but…" Elsa looked him dead in the eyes. "You really are a loyal friend. Even to someone you've only known for a month… My respect for you went up ten thousand percent."

"That depends on where it was before," Sitron quipped, winking at her. Then he shrugged. "Awh, I was just making sure Anna and a way home."

"You cared for her enough to do that," Elsa said. "And you did it before any of us did."

Marshmallow lumbered over to join the conversation, sorrow in his big eyes.

"I could have given her my number so many times," he blubbered.

"It's okay, big guy!" Olaf said, alarmed at the fat tears that rolled down his little brother's cheeks. He patted Marshmallow on the arm soothingly, giving him a big, cheesy grin. "Anna's safe thanks to Sitron."

"He's a hero," Elsa said, smiling at the bassist.

"You're knocking this completely out of proportion," Sitron insisted. "Elsa, you're up." He nodded to a free cash register and Elsa went forth to pay for the stuffed sloth toy for the roadie.

With their purchases made and their items in bags, they returned to their tour bus to find Oaken nestled in his drivers seat, reading a book. He informed them that Anna had yet to wake up and was in a deep slumber in her room.

While the boys retreated to their bunks, Elsa entered Anna's bedroom with the sloth. The little redhead was in a tangle of her blankets, hair sprawled about in all different directions, her chest rising and falling with each deep breath she took. With an endearing sigh, Elsa rested the sloth on top of Anna's chest, only to have the ginger wrap her arms around the toy— the said item making several baby sloth noises— and turned in her slumber, snoozing evermore and smiling into the fuzziness of the sloth.

"Dork," Elsa muttered, smirking and leaving the room, closing the door with a gentle click.

Light hit her square in the face the next morning, waking her up and forcing a headache to spread from the back of her head to the front. Anna groaned and scrunched her eyes shut, wanting to shut the curtains and sleep for the rest of her life.

But once she jostled around in the bed, her stomach landed on a knot of some sort, catching her attention. Slowly— trying not to anger her aching brain— Anna sat up to reveal the cutest little sloth she had ever laid eyes on.

She made a noise that was a twist of delight and bewilderment. She absolutely adored sloths. They were her favorite animal in the known universe, always visiting the sloth exhibit at the zoo whenever she visited with Rapunzel. She lifted it up and applied some pressure onto it to test its softness.

And once that little sloth noise escaped, Anna let out a cry and hugged the thing to her chest.

"How in the world did you get here?" Anna asked it sweetly, as if it could respond to her question.

She heard hushed voices coming from the front room and wondered if they knew anything of the sloth's appearance. After all, she could hardly recall what had happened to her after she left the bar last night. It was all a big blur and she hoped everything was okay.

After forcing her hair into their old twin braids, she crept out of her room to find the entire band lounging around the room, talking quietly and finishing off their breakfasts.

"G'morning," Anna grumbled as she slugged over to sit next to Elsa in the booth.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," Elsa teased. "How's the hang over."

"I… ng… dammit," Anna sighed, rubbing her eye. "What happened?"

"Well, all we know is that you got wasted, called Sitron, and he went and got you," Olaf said.

"He… he did?" Anna said, her eyes falling on the bassist, who was sitting across from her.

"No big deal," he said, taking a sip of his coffee.

"He was a good guy last night," Marshmallow praised.

"And you were very entertaining," Elsa grinned. "But…" Her gaze softened. "I was worried about you. I was relieved when you came back." She reached over and gave Anna's hand a squeeze with her gloved one.

"We were all worried," Olaf added.

Anna was both embarrassed and grateful, feeling her cheeks warm up with affection for each and every one of those around her. They had taken care of her last night, no doubt about it and weren't making it a humongous display.

"The sloth?" Anna questioned, lifting the toy from her lap with a cocked eyebrow.

"Oh, you wanted to cuddle with one so Elsa dragged us to a CVS to get one for you!" Sitron laughed, earning a hard kick from Elsa beneath the table.

"You got him for me?" Anna breathed.

Elsa shrugged and buried her face into the dollop of whipped cream topping her hot chocolate.

"She was just as much as a hero as Sitron was," Marshmallow chuckled.

"Oh, hey!" Olaf shouted suddenly, causing Anna to wince and whimper— her hangover slowly leaving her system. "Wait here!"

Olaf leapt from the couch and ran into Anna's room, returning with her phone and handing it over to her, asking for the code. Once Anna hesitantly punched it in, Olaf started to program his number into it like Sitron had done, taking a dumb selfie of himself to complete it. He tossed it to Marshmallow who did the same thing. Then Elsa was next, taking a selfie of both she and Anna before finishing it up and handing it over to the roadie.

"Now you have four friends to call if you're ever in a jam," Elsa chirped.

Anna stared down at the phone screen until it went dark. The others watched her, waiting to see her reaction.

But what they didn't expect was for Anna to start crying. Alarmed, Elsa reached out to her but Anna launched herself into the punk's arms, embracing her with more affection than Elsa had given to her when she came back from the bar. Elsa froze, unsure of how to handle a weeping roadie. She patted Anna's back awkwardly as she started to blubber out her emotions.

"I-I-I never knew how m-much you guys cared," Anna choked. "I h-had just assumed you would g-give me a hard time in the morning b-b-but you did the exact opposite." She clutched the fabric of Elsa's shirt, the rockstar gaping and flushing against her will. "It's so nice t-to have friends who w-would make sure I'm s-safe from harm." She sniffled and pulled away, wiping underneath her eyes. "Thank you, Elsa. Thank you, everyone."

"You're very welcome, Anna!" Olaf beamed.

"You're our precious roadie," Sitron smirked. "We gotta take care of you."

"We wouldn't be able to stand it if you got hurt," Marshmallow said quietly.

"You… ah…" Elsa swallowed and gave Anna a crooked smile. "You're part of our family now."

Anna returned a watery smile to the punk before settling deeper into the booth, toying with the sloth.

"So, I have to know," Elsa said, "what caused you to drink so much?"

Anna bit her lip. "Have you… ever experienced hate towards Dry Ice?"

"All the time," Olaf said, giggling.

"It happens to us a lot," Elsa nodded.

"So… you're not… you just shrug it off?" Anna concluded.

"Basically. Do you think everyone in the world likes… pfft, I dunno… One Direction?" Sitron said.

"You're comparing us to One Direction?" Elsa said but Sitron ignored her.

"Sure, they have tons of fans but there will always be some asshole group of people who hate them for no reason," Sitron continued. "It happens to the best of us."

"Why?" Marshmallow wondered.

"Well, my friends were telling me to quit because you guys were a bad influence on me and are just a terrible band in general. I got really upset about it to I drank my feelings away," Anna admitted. "But after last night, I can see you guys would never let anything hurt me."

"Of course not," Sitron defended.

"And those girls… they just up and left you like that?" Elsa asked, thoroughly astonished and disgusted.

Anna nodded. "They're nice but, I dunno. All my life I've been seen as this naïve, clumsy little girl by everyone around me. They treated me as if going with you guys was the dumbest decision to ever make… And people do that to me too often. They assume I'm stupid because I tend to act before I think and put others before me. I guess I put up some walls and developed this backbone I never knew I had because I didn't want to get hurt anymore. I wanted to show people that I was tough, too…" She gazed up at Elsa. "You and I have a lot in common that way, huh?"

Elsa blinked twice before giving her an understanding smile, nodding lightly. Anna sighed and leaned on the tabletop, sniffling again.

"So it hurt when they laughed at me… I know they had the best intentions with me about my safety but you proved so much in one night without even thinking. You're more loyal and kind than you let on." She glanced up at each face, staring at her with a mix of awe and affection. "Well, anyway, I'm not gonna be leaving you guys anytime soon," she said confidently. "I can't wait to finish this month up with you and head into another two!"

"Looking forward to getting annoyed by you for the rest of that time," Elsa laughed, mussing up Anna's bangs.

"Have you picked out a name for the sloth yet?" Olaf said excitedly.

The ginger stared down at the sloth and thought hard, trying to come up with a name for her newest friend. It suddenly clicked and she grinned.

"You know, I have the perfect name for him," Anna said, lifting him up and propping him on the table. "Mose."

"Mose?" Elsa repeated, squinting.

"It's an acronym!" Anna explained. "M for Marshmallow, O for Olaf, S for Sitron, and E for Elsa!"

"I'm last," Elsa scoffed.

"Best for last," Anna said under her breath, winking giddily at Elsa.

Elsa became flustered but hid it well, smirking instead of gawking like a moron at the roadie.

"It's a great name," Elsa agreed, patting the sloth on the head. "Hello, Mose. Welcome to the Dry Ice family."

We need family bonding moments for these dorks.

And I am NOT taking already written songs. So nothing from other bands. This has to be an ORIGINAL SONG written by one of the readers specifically for this story. So if you can write a song complete with chorus, a bridge, and verses, please PM me.

This was a bit of a filler chapter but I wanted to show the progress the band is making with Anna. If you have any questions, feel free to message me.

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