I missed these dorks. I know some of you did, too.
Also hey, uh, so I changed why Elsa has her scars. The beauty about fan fiction is that it's not permanent, lmao, so I went back and fixed the lack of a boom that my 2014/17 year old self came up with (Scars was planned pretty far in back then, but not all of it was good hahaha).
So please go back and read Scar's chapter 14, "Demons," chapter 29 "My World," Chapter 30 "Loser," and Chapter 32 "Closing Time." Essentially, I understood that the reason Elsa got her scars was kind of meh now that I am older (yes, that's a nod to Frozen 2).
If you have not read Scars of a Façade before this, I suggest checking that out. This might not make any sense to you without a fic's context. I promise you'll enjoy it :)
And now, without further ado—Scars of a Façade II (because I couldn't come up with a better title so it may change lol)
Lights flashed as they descended upon Elsa in near-perfect sync with the music. On her right, Olaf was ripping his strings to shreds as he played. On her left, Sitron was keeping the pace as his bass smoothed out the rhythm. Behind her, Marshmallow slammed on his drums, giving the lights their cues with each loud beat. And Elsa kept on singing, sweat rolling down her face. They were reaching the climax of the song, her throat carrying the final tune out into the venue.
The song ended, leaving them all panting. Elsa looked out into the empty pit, Anna running around like a maniac.
"And the crowd goes wild!" she hollered. She mimicked the sound of an audience with that breathy technique. "Elsa! Elsa! Elsa! Oh, wait, sorry—Dry Ice! Dry Ice!" She ran to one spot. "Ahhh! Sitron, I love you!" She galloped to another. "Olaf! Have my babies!" Dead center. "Marshmallow, I'm gay for you!"
Elsa slumped over her mic stand. "Are we done?"
"Nope! You've still got three more songs to rehearse for the encore, including that last one." Anna looked at her clipboard and jotted a few things down, ignoring the groans of the band. She activated her earpiece and said, "Kristoff, can you try to focus more light on Marsh? We're not getting enough and it's hard to see him from way in the back."
His voice sounded in her ear, "You got it."
And like magic, the spotlight on Marshmallow grew significantly. The drummer blinked up at the light, eyes tired from a long day's work. Anna whirled around and waved at the tech booth behind the mezzanine seats. "You got it! Thank you!" She turned back to the band. "Alright! Let's take it from the top of your encore set. Elsa, you've just finished 'Let It Go,' the classic show stopper, yadda, yadda. The crowd wants more, as they always do. You come out, aaaaaand—" She thrust her hands up dramatically. "Go!"
"Anna, I'm exhausted," Elsa said into the mic, her voice reverberating throughout the venue.
"Then maybe you should have gone to bed earlier last night," Anna criticized slyly.
"Gag me," said Rapunzel, wheeling some equipment behind Anna with the help of Maui.
"Don't give them ideas," said Sitron in his own mic. Rapunzel cracked up laughing.
"Alright, alright! This is a professional setting," Anna reminded them, but her little smile betrayed her words. "Elsa, c'mon, we have to get this setlist down before we fly out next week. We have a whole tour in Europe to worry about and you being tired is only going to prolong the practice. Now, all we need to do is figure out your encore setlist and we'll be done."
"I don't know which songs I want to perform," said Elsa.
"You have three albums and four singles to choose from!"
"And a Christmas album," added Marshmallow.
"That doesn't technically count," Sitron pointed out.
"Why don't you play one of the new ones you've been working on?" Olaf suggested to Elsa, tuning his guitar slightly.
Elsa frowned. "They're not finished yet."
"You have a procrastination problem," he said.
She flipped him off.
"He's not wrong," said Marshmallow.
"What is this? Gang up on Elsa hour?" Elsa pouted.
Anna flashed her pearly whites. "It doesn't have to be if you rehearse. One more go, and then we'll grab dinner. Just you and me."
Elsa considered this for a moment. A private night with Anna—something so rare nowadays—was extraordinarily tempting. She heaved a sigh and grasped her mic.
"Alright. You win. Kristoff, can we turn down the audio playback, though? My earplugs are messing up my harmonization."
"He said he's on it," said Anna, giving Elsa the thumbs up. "Okay, everyone! Cue the intro. Let's start with 'Into the Unknown' this time."
Olaf struck out a few chords for the encore's opening number and they jumped back into the groove of rehearsals. And, as planned—the only thing planned, really—Elsa sang her new hit single, "Into the Unknown," to finish them off.
It had been three years since their first North American tour. The band's crew remained rather small, not including Kristoff, Sven, and Oaken. It was mostly still the same group Anna had hired for their first international tour. Although, Eugene ended up leaving after he met up with one of his old high school friends and they decided to start their own band. Therefore, Anna had to make up for that loss by hiring two new faces, Ryder and Honeymaren, another pair of siblings that had experience in not only tech, but music. They were responsible for ensuring the band had well-tuned instruments before their shows. Ryder also got the job of driving the crew's bus after Philip left Arendelle to live with his girlfriend in Germany.
Anna was taking her role as manager seriously. She had thrown herself into learning all she could about the world of music and going on tour, working closely with Kai to ensure Dry Ice's success. It wasn't easy. They had hit many bumps in the road: the band almost breaking up again (although this time it was because they thought they were failing as artists when their album after "Let It Go" wasn't as successful as they had hoped), two major tours that had taken their toll on Elsa's mental health, and plenty of trolls that loved to shit on every band member every chance they got. Anna once had to wrench Elsa's phone from her hands and ban her from the internet for a week after she had a panic attack over some anti-Dry Ice discord that was ripping her and her music to shreds.
Fortunately, those bumps were fleeting.
The band had gone through some major changes throughout their time together. Under Anna's loving influence, they had become far more open about what they stood for. All this individual work allowed them to stand out from each other, allowing them to gain personal fans rather than waiting in Elsa's shadow. Elsa was working hard on developing her own LGBT foundation. Sitron had gone to speak about the consequences of drunk driving, telling Beth's story to millions. Olaf—now in a little relationship with Moana—had matured a bit thanks to the responsibilities of romance and commitment. Marshmallow remained pretty static, although he was sporting a wavy mohawk rather than his old side-shave look.
They all had new looks, really. And sometimes Anna would have to do a double-take whenever she viewed them. Olaf's hair got a little longer to the point he had to gel it to get it spiky. His muscle-tees replaced with cotton T-shirts, but still had the same graphic aesthetic.
Sitron's beard was growing up his jaw, looking more handsome with each passing day. His wardrobe didn't change too much, but sports blazers tended to replace his old black jacket, which was getting holes in it anyway. He had also finally quit smoking… mostly. He would light up every now and again, but it was more likely one would catch him without a cigarette than with one. His hair was still frosted, though. He liked to keep that trend going within the band.
Marshmallow had been bulking up at the gym, no longer "fluffy," as Olaf would call him. He now wore the muscle tees to show off his guns, Olaf more than happy to let his little brother embrace his self-love of his newfound body image. He had told Anna that Marshmallow used to be incredibly anxious about his body—awkward in some places and such. But with this confidence, it was a wonderful change in his character and spirit.
Elsa had the biggest change of them all. She wasn't as guarded, wasn't as hard to the people around her. She had softened up significantly, and everyone knew it was Anna's doing. The braid she would wear showed up every now and again, but her hair now normally flowed in a rather lovely ponytail that had what Anna liked to call "fae energy." She sported her leather jacket during shows, but her wardrobe went from harsh, bold colors to much softer, pastel colors. Elsa's favorite thing to wear now was a periwinkle tank top and some old black jeans. She was learning how to separate her stage-self from her regular-self. It was still taking her some time to get used to, but Elsa was, for the most part, just as brash and foul-mouthed as usual. She hadn't gotten many new tattoos since she got Anna's name penned in cursive on her hip to match Anna's. Her latest tattoo however, was in Anna's handwriting—the three magic words of affection right above her heart. Anna loved to kiss that token of affection whenever she got the chance.
And while Anna had influenced the entire band, they had done the same to her in return. She had four tattoos, including her tribute to Elsa. She had a little snowflake behind her pierced ear, autumn leaves on her left shoulder, and the phrase "do the next right thing" on her ankle. They were small things that reflected what she loved and believed in, tattoos she had always considered getting. Now that she was the manager of a rock band, she saw no reason not to ink herself. Her hair was always down, that white streak a constant to represent their brand. Otherwise, she was her normal Anna-self.
Then there were the gloves… the infamous gloves with a dark past. It was something Elsa struggled with the most. While she was doing great with not wearing them every hour on the hour, she sometimes went to them like a security blanket. She kept them nearby or somewhere on her person at all times. Anna was proud of her progress, and she wasn't going to rip them from Elsa's hands anytime soon. She wasn't ready, and that was okay. On stage, they were a staple. So they all wore them to events and concerts, keeping them as a part of their overall image.
With Elsa's newest hit, they had the means to go on a short European tour. They were now less than a cover band, finally able to reach out and inspire their fans with their own music beyond "Let It Go." Now all they had to do was rehearse, as they were, and Anna was refusing to let them slack off.
She really did care about her position as manager. After all she had experienced with them, she was determined to see them grow and change in the best possible way. That included pushing them in rehearsals.
Elsa finished their clunky, tentative encore setlist with a tired but enthusiastic, "Whoo!" She tossed a fist in the air, breathless. "Now are we done?"
Anna chuckled. "Yes, dear. We're done." The house lights went up, nearly blinding everyone. The crew began to move about the stage to start packing things away for the night. "Okay, everyone, this was a great day! We'll be back same time tomorrow for our final rehearsal. Elsa, Kai and I want a finalized setlist by then. You'll have all day tomorrow."
"I got it, kid." Elsa nodded to Honeymaren in appreciation as she was handed a towel. "I promise I'll have the setlist for the encore by tomorrow night."
"Awesome. See you all tomorrow! Don't forget to finish packing!" Anna waved after her crew as they continued their work.
The band filtered off the stage, taking large swigs of water. Elsa worked out a kink in her neck as she followed the boys into their temporary dressing room. There they began to change into their street clothes, but not without moaning over practice.
"Everything hurts," grunted Sitron, running a hand through his hair once his glove was discarded.
"I'm so tired," Elsa sighed. "I forget how much Anna works us."
"Did you think that her being our manager would get us out of doing any practice?" Marshmallow asked knowingly. "Because she has long since proved that she's not going to let us get away with slacking."
Olaf giggled. "Oh, yeah, Anna is a hard-ass manager. But in the best way!"
Elsa slumped against the wall as she tied her shoelaces. "Look, I never said she'd let us slack. Knowing Anna, she'd want us at our best after seeing us at our worst."
"You mean like the time I tried to stage-dive and broke my ankle?" Sitron said.
"That wasn't our worst, but it certainly was not our best," deadpanned Elsa. "All I'm saying is that she pushes us. I just wish she'd let up for this tour. It's only a European tour, not a world."
"Elsa, this is another big record-breaking hit of yours," said Olaf. "This tour will pave the path to another world tour!" He spread his arms wide. "I know you've been working on that one song that you've been hiding from all of us. If you unveil it soon, it might launch us into one, too!"
"It's almost finished," Elsa promised, and she meant it. "At least, that one is."
"Which one?" Sitron said.
"The one I'm not telling anyone about yet. It's personal."
"You're still an enigmatic drama queen," he scoffed.
"That will never change about me." Elsa threw on her jacket and shouldered her duffle bag. "Alright, losers, I'll see you tomorrow. Great practice today."
They all bid her good night. She wandered back into the empty auditorium where Anna was still standing in the middle of the pit. She came to stand in front of Anna, who was nose deep in her clipboard. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth, pencil spinning around in her fingers as she read over her checklist.
"About that dinner…" Elsa began, her hand gently pushing the clipboard away from Anna's face.
"Yes?" Anna said with a grin, batting her lashes at Elsa.
"I was thinking we go to that new French place you've been dying to try."
"Ooh, that sounds divine."
"How much longer will you be?"
"Hm… not too long. A lot of this is stuff I can worry about tomorrow." Anna tucked the clipboard beneath her arm, offering her free hand for Elsa to hold. "But I can tell you'll get antsy if I make you wait."
"You know me all too well," said Elsa, smirking that beloved smirk of hers.
"But before we do anything, you need to shower." Anna wrinkled her nose. "I love you so much, but I'd rather not have you smelling musty when we go out."
Elsa laughed. "Fair enough."
"Hey, before we go home," Elsa said as Anna drove them back to their house after dinner, "can we swing by the PO box? I wanna grab a few letters to read on the plane."
"I don't want you searching for the hate again," Anna said, diverting their route a bit. "The minute you see it, give it to me."
"I promise I'll let you deal with it," Elsa said, rolling her eyes.
Anna detected the dismissive tone. "Elsa, I just know what happens when you get hate mail. It sucks and it's rude, but we need you in a good headspace for this tour."
"I know, I know."
"Don't 'I know, I know' me." They idled at a stoplight. "Because the last time we went through the PO box, there was that horrible message from that awful man who decided to completely come after you for no good reason and you fell into a depression for two whole weeks. Justified, but so unfair to you."
"Sitron thinks I should get used to it," Elsa mumbled, burying herself deeper into the sweatshirt she stole from Anna. She gazed out the window, the lights painted along the glass as a gentle rain beats against the car. "I dunno, though…"
"Well, he's both wrong and right. As a public figure, you've always been destined to get hate. That's a given. But it doesn't mean it won't hurt your feelings. It's valid." She tossed Elsa's hair teasingly. "By sensitive baby."
Elsa pursed her lips. "I blame you. It used to roll off my back—"
"That's such a lie, Elsa."
"Okay, you're right. It would hit me hard. But still. I wasn't ever in this sort of spotlight. They used to sort of leave me alone. But with all this success, as wonderful as it is, it threw me into a place I managed to avoid when 'Let It Go' came out."
"Fortunately, you're not alone in that department. Plus, Arendelle is out of the way enough for people to leave you alone in real life… for the most part."
Elsa chortled. "Yes, for the most part."
They pulled up in front of the mail center. Elsa grabbed the key from the glove compartment and hopped out, dashing inside. Anna watched her fiddle with their large box through the glass. A patron stopped her for a quick selfie, to which Elsa happily obliged, and returned to Anna with a decent stack of letters and one package.
"That better not be another stink bomb," said Anna, eyeing the package suspiciously.
"To be fair, that was from Olaf during April Fools," Elsa said, grinning.
"That does not excuse the smell we had in our kitchen for five days." Anna upturned her nose. "He's lucky I didn't kill him."
Elsa laughed. "The absolute murder in your eyes when it exploded was priceless."
"Yeah, and that remodel we had just finished in there was priceless too," Anna mumbled, glaring out the windshield. "I couldn't even enjoy my new kitchen without smelling sulfur for two weeks."
They pulled into the driveway, Elsa pressing the button for their garage door. It slid open and Anna guided her olive green Toyota beside Elsa's dark blue Lexus. Now that they had some roots in Arendelle, they both bought a few necessities (and a few luxuries). Elsa certainly had the money. What they didn't get was a lavish mansion somewhere in the hills of Arendelle. Rather, they spent their time in a modest yet comfortable home nestled in the suburbs, no longer in the apartment they had bought together after Elsa moved to Arendelle officially. Elsa had looked into a house after Anna complained about lugging groceries up the elevators. It was a perfect home for two, maybe three, but adding anyone else was the last thing on their mind. They weren't home often enough, after all.
But it was all they needed and all they wanted. Home and each other.
Elsa was glad to be home for the night after such a long day. She slumped into the foyer, tugging off her shoes and chucking them on the rack beside the garage door into the house. Anna stumbled in after her, already barefoot since the moment she got out of the car.
"I don't know about you," Anna yawned dramatically as she kicked the door shut, "but I am ready for bed." She heaved a sigh.
"Oh, uh, actually—don't you want to have a quick cup of tea first?" Elsa said hurriedly, setting the mail to the side.
"You know what? That's not a bad idea." Anna nodded. "I have some work to wrap up in the study anyway. Be a dear and bring me a cup of ginger tea when it's ready, please?"
"Of course."
Anna pecked her cheek. "Thank you, Els."
Elsa watched her wander down the hall and out of sight. She quickly made a dive for her leather jacket that hung on the coat rack, digging around in her breast pocket. She fished out a small leather box, clutching it tightly in her hand. Paranoid that it had vanished, Elsa cracked it open to ensure that the modest rose quartz ring was still snug in its spot. She sighed in relief as it sparkled in the light.
She had been waiting for ages for the perfect opportunity to propose. It wasn't easy—they were both extremely busy, naturally, and most nights they were too tired to carry on after rehearsals. Elsa had bought the ring months ago, but it was around the same time they were finalizing the tour dates. She recognized that it had been absolutely bad timing on her end, but she decided to simply try when she felt the time was right.
After such a lovely evening out, Elsa figured that it would be a quiet, intimate time to get down on her knee.
But first—tea.
Elsa turned on their electric kettle and leaned the small of her back against the counter. She breathed in deeply, trying to steady the bout of anxiety that was springing from the pit of her stomach. She hoped that Anna would say yes. They had been together for almost four years after all. They were pretty solid for the most part, aside from small hiccups here and there. Both older and wiser, they hadn't had an explosion of a fight since their first tour, which of course led Elsa into admitting her true feelings for Anna.
Anna has been nothing but a blessing for her. Elsa wanted nothing more than to show Anna that she was determined to dedicate all her love to her. Sure, they didn't need labels or titles—marriage was just a piece of paper at the end of the day. But Anna used to talk so lovingly about her own wedding. How she'd arrange the guests, what everyone would eat, what her first dance would be to. Nowadays, she hardly had time to think about what they'd eat for dinner, but Elsa remembered Anna's little dreamy moments. She hoped she could be half the woman Anna deserved.
The kettle shook on its stand as the water came to a boil. Elsa shut it off and fixed Anna some ginger tea and a cup of decaf chamomile for herself. She carefully inched over to their study, where Anna was hard at work in front of their computer. Elsa cleared her throat, making herself known, and earned an affectionate smile as she set down the mug beside Anna's hand.
"For you, my darling," Elsa said silkily.
"Thank you," Anna hummed, blowing on the drink before taking a sip.
"This was a lovely evening, don't you think?" Elsa said, trying to ease the conversation toward something that could build into a proposal.
"It really was. I think that we're all going to benefit greatly from tomorrow's rehearsal," Anna mused.
Elsa bit back a groan. If there was one thing that was difficult to tear Anna away from, it was work-talk. Elsa didn't mind talking about their lives on and behind the stage. It was a major part of their day-to-day. But sometimes Anna was so absorbed in it that Elsa would struggle to steer the conversation back to something beyond their careers.
She desperately wanted to maintain the track of romance tonight so she could intimately pop the question. But the one problem with getting Anna all alone was that, well, she wasn't quite alone. Her thoughts were a constant, buzzing presence that often distracted her. Sometimes, Elsa would wake up in the middle of the night to find Anna sitting up in bed and staring at her phone. It was always work related. Her eyes would be wide open, teeth gnawing on her lip, and fingers tapping out an email or schedule change or something. Elsa once had to yank the phone away and shove it in their laundry basket just so Anna could get some sleep.
Phones were now banned after a certain hour of the night. Anna sometimes didn't abide by that rule when she was particularly busy, but that was when Elsa let it slide. She would end up waking up later to find Anna frazzled and pry the phone out of her hands and hide it in her bedside table drawer.
But the ban on phones didn't solve every problem. When Anna had a quiet moment, it would never last for too long. Something would pop into her head, something would trigger a reminder or an idea, and she'd start talking to anyone who would listen—and usually that was Elsa. Anna once barged into their kitchen, interrupting Elsa's morning coffee, and sputtered out this long list of things she had planned for their first world tour. All Elsa could do was stare, wide-eyed, her mug inches from her lips as she watched Anna speak violently with her hands, whirling around the kitchen like a twister.
"I've created a monster," Elsa had told Kai.
He had simply laughed and said, "A monster with a work ethic." He had assured her that Anna was doing great, but Elsa knew that already.
And now it looked like that work ethic monster was creeping out of its hiding hole this evening once more.
"Yes… the rehearsal…" Elsa fiddled with her mug. "Anna, don't you wanna talk about how lovely our date was—?"
"You know what would be a great idea?" Anna cut her off, scrolling through some emails on the computer.
With a quiet sigh, "What?"
"Okay, so you know how when we did that soap-snow during the 'Let It Go' tour? I'm thinking for when you sing 'Into the Unknown,' we can have you, like, point to different parts of the venue and sort of magically activate the snowfall. Obviously, it's Kristoff hitting a button, of course, but we gotta live up to your Snow Queen name, you know?"
"Uh…" Elsa felt the weight of her little box in her pocket, but she knew that tonight was most likely not going to be the night. Anna was too distracted by work, and it would be odd to propose after such a discussion.
"What do you think? I have to run these little things by you first, of course. I'm just picturing the whole thing in my head, and I think the effect would look super fucking badass. Imagine! The Snow Queen making a blizzard above her adoring… subjects…" Anna glanced up briefly, but did a double-take when she saw the glazed over look in Elsa's eye. "I… I'm doing it again. I'm sorry." She knew that she often let work cloud her attention. And she also knew that, as patient as Elsa can be with her, it got to be a little much. "I just… look, I have all these ideas and I don't know how else to get them out, you know?"
Elsa softened. "Kid, it's alright. Just… it sucks when we're home and you've still got it on your mind. This is a place to relax and get away from work."
She swiveled in her chair so she was facing out to Elsa. "You know it's always worse before a tour of a show."
"I know. And you have the band's best interests at heart, Anna. That's a given." She set down her mug and crouched down in front of Anna, taking her hands in her own. A part of her wanted to get down on one knee instead, but now was not the time. "I hate seeing you stressed out over all this. Maybe we should get you a PA."
"Like who?"
"I dunno… ah, what about Honeymaren? She's always helpful and on the ball. She's right alongside you with staying on task."
"Yeah. Maybe."
"It might be a good place for you to vent all your ideas and let someone else worry about them so you can focus on other things."
"I'm sorry that it's been annoying you."
"Oh, Anna, it's not annoying me."
Softly, "You don't have to lie."
"I'm not lying. I'm your girlfriend. I'm always gonna be here to listen to your ideas. But when I'm home, I want to kick back and chill and not have to worry about work. Because you're here." She ran her thumbs over Anna's knuckles. "This is where we can be ourselves." Elsa leaned up just a bit to kiss Anna sweetly. "If it's any consolation, the band has never been more organized."
Anna laughed. "That I know all too well."
Elsa grinned and kissed Anna's nose, her cheeks, and her forehead, eliciting shy giggles from the redhead. "Finish your work soon, okay? I think we need to warm up the bed before we go to sleep."
"Ooh, you're so very tempting." Anna's eyes sparkled. "I'll get it done as fast as I can."
Before she returned to the computer, she watched as Elsa grabbed her mug and winked. Elsa slipped out of the office paused in front of their bedroom, sighing. She took out the ring box and frowned.
"Another time, Els," she whispered. "Another time."
It was a large crew to transport across the world. It was Anna, the four idiots of Dry Ice, and eight crew members. And although they've boarded many flights together, Anna would never get over the band's "leisure wear" for planes. It went beyond the laziness that they wore on the bus rides. Nope, it was sweatpants and oversized band shirts for the Abominable Snow Brothers, track pants and a crew neck sweater for Sitron, and leggings and Anna's absconded college sweatshirt for Elsa. Elsa even had her hair up in a dishevled bun that Anna envied because how can Elsa look so hot like that?
"Like a hot mess," Elsa had joked when Anna expressed this to her on one of their first flights.
Everyone else had similar wear, but it wasn't far off from what they normally had on hand. It always perplexed Anna to see her precious band in anything but their punk rock façades. Even at home, Elsa had some of her normal style whenever she lounged around. It made Anna feel frumpy in her flannel pajama bottoms and Dry Ice tour tee that she wore about the house. In fact, that's the kind of outfit she was wearing on the plane. That, and her hair was tied in her old twin braids.
She was considering all this as she took in her little—or, well, not so little anymore—family as they checked in their luggage. Oaken had gone first so he could oversee the rest of them and ensure their safety. Kai was standing beside Anna, dressed in his business best so he could see them off before returning to work.
"I know this is one of our smaller tours," he was saying to Anna, "but I do hope that they'll be on their best behavior." He eyed Elsa and Olaf as they played Slide like school-aged children, waiting behind Marshmallow as he checked in his luggage.
"Everything is gonna be fine, Kai," Anna promised, fiddling with the straps of her backpack. "You'll get detailed emails on everything worth reporting everyday. I promise."
"I trust you, Anna," said Kai. "You've been a tremendous blessing on us all."
Anna blushed humbly. "I've just been doing my best."
"And it certainly is your best."
Once her crew was all checked in, Anna was the last to send off her suitcases. After they vanished along the conveyor belt, they regrouped at near the entrance of security.
"Okay, everyone," said Anna, standing before them like a general in front of her troops. Or, really, like a mother in front of her rowdy children. "Do you have your tickets? Yes… good. Carry-on? Good. Remember, we have a connecting flight in Boston before we land in England. With that being said, please get some rest on the plane."
"And please try not to give Anna a heart attack on this tour," added Kai.
"What about a migraine?" quipped Sitron.
"Sitron, you're the biggest reason I have headaches in the first place," Anna shot back.
As the band laughed, Sitron gave her some finger guns and a small grin. "Fair enough," he said.
"I wish you all luck," said Kai. "If you need me, I'm just a call away." He clapped Anna on the shoulder. "I leave them in your care."
"Thanks, Kai. Drive safe!" Anna waved goodbye. She turned back to her band and crew. "Alright, gang. Let's get security over with."
"Can we get Starbucks once we're inside?" asked Elsa, bounding over to Anna's side.
"McDonald's, McDonald's, McDonald's!" Olaf hollered.
"Can we please fucking wait until we get on the first plane to drive me insane?" Anna begged.
"Anna, you know that'll never happen," said Kristoff. "Now, about that Starbucks…"
Now, in no way do I expect this to be better than the first/good at all, haha. This is really because I missed writing these dorks. I have the whole plot mapped out now, so prepare for a fic that won't be as long as the first (I hope), and probably lowkey awful but whatever this is for me.
Thanks for reading! And I hope you're just as excited about seeing this fuckheads in action as I am.
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