I feel the love! Thank you all so much for giving this little sequel a chance.
And to answer a guest comment: this takes place three years after the first fic, just as the second movie takes place three years after the events of the first. Technically, it's 2017 in this story because the first one took place in 2014 i.e. the year I published it. But time isn't real so there will most likely be some anachronisms here.
Anyway, let's get back to my bullshit!
Anna poked her head over her seat to check on the band and crew. They were all sitting in business class, taking up a few rows on one side of the plane, sitting two by two. Oaken was the exception, having to take up an entire row by himself. Anna was, of course, seated beside Elsa, who was flipping through the few letters that she had picked up from their P.O. box.
The plane was quiet and dark, the flight across the pond drifting well into the night. Most of the passengers were snoozing, a couple of overhead lights on but not powerful enough to break the sleepy silence of the cabin. One of those lights was above Elsa, casting that oddly soothing golden glow along her tray table.
When Anna was certain her crew was definitely still comfortable, she slid back down to face forward. She checked the little screen on the back of the seat, frowning grumpily at the glaring "three hours left!" message. Three hours... that felt like an eternity crammed in here. She would launch herself out of the plane if it meant getting feeling back in her body again. Okay, perhaps that was a bit dramatic of her, but she was getting such a horrid case of cabin fever.
She rolled her neck along her shoulders, feeling her body crack and pop. She stretched a bit more, her legs filling the space available to them. It wasn't much, but at least it provided some relief for a moment.
Not five minutes passed when she tapped the screen again. Three hours left didn't change.
"The more often you check," Elsa said softly, not looking up from her letters, "the longer it's going to feel."
"Since when did I become the impatient one in this relationship?" Anna huffed, folding her arms over her chest as the screen went black.
Elsa smirked. "Since we started flying to locations. Usually you're so chill on tours."
"That's because I'm on a bus most of the time. I hate flying." Anna stole another glance over the seats. "I feel so cramped and bored. On the bus, we had video games and space to move around."
"So get up and take a little stroll."
"If I do, you're gonna take my window seat."
With a stifled laugh, "Ah, you've caught onto my schemes."
"Fool me once, shame on you." She fidgeted in her seat. "Ugh, but my legs are so stiff. Even in these pants." She tugged distractedly on the flannel, her elbows hitting all that was around them. "How do you manage to sit there like a statue while I flaunt around like crazy?"
Elsa took a sip of her ginger ale. "I dunno. I just do it."
Anna pouted, playing with the end of one of her pigtails. She so desperately wanted to lift the window shutter and see what was down below, but she knew that all she'd see would be inky blackness of the night. She had tried everything to distract herself: reading, playing her 3DS, doodling, and even attempted at taking a nap. She could never bring herself to sleep on planes. Her neck always ended up getting stiff and she would feel crabby the moment she cracked her eyes open. No matter how many times she had to fly, she couldn't ever get a proper bit of rest.
She took a curious glance at the little stack of letters in front of Elsa. Some were handwritten, others were typed. There was a couple of pieces of art that had been lovingly drawn of Elsa and the guys. It was always something Anna liked to see, and she was once so flattered that someone recreated an Instagram post of Elsa and herself in charcoal and sent it to them. They had it framed in their hallway.
Elsa was currently nose-deep in a freshly opened letter, a light smile on her face. Anna had to hand it to Elsa; she always made time to sit and read her fan mail, and she made sure to deliver the ones addressed to the boys. When Elsa had a moment, she would sometimes write back if there was a return address, but there were so many so much of the time that she could hardly answer them all. So, she made an effort to answer questions on Twitter or an Instagram live feed.
It was admirable how in touch she was with her fans. With the wonders of modern technology and social media, she was able to show appreciation toward them while still maintaining boundaries. Anna didn't know many celebrities who found the time to care so much, but Elsa was always different when it came to her fanbase.
"Who's that from?" Anna asked.
"Some kid in Delaware. Asking me about how to write music." Elsa chuckled. "They came to the wrong person, to be honest."
"Els, you write fantastic songs."
"I just take a thousand years to finish them."
Anna grinned. "You have a point."
Elsa folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. She turned off the light next, lifting the armrest separating her from Anna. She scooted close to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"You know, we won't be getting much alone time on this trip," Elsa reminded her.
"It's not like we got much alone time on any tour," Anna pointed out.
"That's true. But each tour feels more and more... I dunno, compact?"
"I know what you mean. The way our crew has been extending and such... it gets to be a lot. Maybe we need to take a vacation. Like, a real vacation. Not flying to vacation destinations to perform."
"You mean going to Hawaii for two weeks and spending half of that time in the hotel room sleeping and the other half eating ourselves close to death?"
Anna giggled. "Exactly like that." She nuzzled her head in between Elsa's neck and shoulder. "It's just too bad that we have so much on our plates all the time. And I've still got to think about all this lighting business that Kristoff wants to test during rehearsals. Not to mention, I have a phone meeting with Kai and Yelena once we land in London. Ugh, what did I get myself into?"
"A stable job with a steady income that takes you to all the corners of the map?" Elsa teased.
"Okay, I'll admit, it's a cool job that I love. I just…" She shrugged. "I dunno, Els. I miss you."
Elsa kissed her head. "I miss you, too. Look, how about we make an effort to try and take some time off once this tour is over? We don't even have to actually travel anywhere far. Maybe we can take the PCL down to Los Angeles or up to Seattle? Oregon is a great middle ground for cool, nearby locations."
"That sounds like a great idea. We can definitely think more about it when my head isn't so preoccupied."
"Deal." She weaved their hands together, her thumb brushing the top of Anna's knuckles. Anna couldn't help but smile at skin meeting skin. Elsa truly had come so far with her gloves—or, rather, without them.
Speaking of, "How's Iduna doing?" Anna asked.
"Mom's okay. She said that my grandmother is hanging in there." Elsa sighed heavily. "She also understands that I'm not ready to see her again."
"Didn't she try to talk to you the other day?"
"She wanted to, yeah, but Mom said no. Thank god." She shook her head. "I dunno if I'll ever be ready, Anna."
"The fact that you've decided to forgive Iduna says volumes. But you are under no obligation to forgive your grandmother. What she did to you was awful." She tightened her grip on Elsa. "Ultimately, it's up to you to decide if she deserves your forgiveness. No one is gonna think you're cruel for stepping away from someone so toxic and abusive."
Elsa nodded. "You're right. I've just been going over it in my head ever since she tried to get on the phone. I want to feel guilty, but I don't. But I do." She groaned and ran her free hand over her face. "In any case, I'm just glad that Mom and I have been patching things up, as of late."
"I know it was hard for you to take that first step, but I'm proud of you." Anna kissed her jaw. "And I love you."
"I love you, too, kid." She reached over and tapped their screen, the light blinding them both. Elsa blinked through the spots dancing in her eyes to check the progress of their flight. "Nope. Three hours to go, still."
"Fuck me," Anna grumbled.
"Aren't we already part of the mile high club?"
"That was one time and so nerve-wracking. I'm never doing that again."
Elsa had to slap a hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing too loudly. Anna leaned back and glared at her, the punk shaking her head helplessly. Fighting an incredulous smile, Anna sat back in her seat, making a grab for her 3DS. Pouting, Elsa wrapped her arms around Anna's shoulder and started to kiss every inch of her face, preventing the poor redhead from seeing where she was reaching.
"Elsa, oh my god," Anna giggled, grasping at air at this point.
"Loooooove me, baby."
"It's getting hot, there's no proper air circulation."
"It's only hot because you and I are in the room." Elsa planted a big one on Anna's lips. Anna struggled to contain a tiny moan from escaping. "Come on, that little romp last time was fun…"
"Absolutely not," Anna panted, attempting and failing to untangle herself from Elsa's embrace.
Elsa snorted. "Fine, fine." She let Anna go. "Sorry, I had to get you all hot and bothered."
"You really didn't. You're lucky I love you so much that I tolerate this behavior."
"Tolerate?" Elsa let out a laugh. "You're the one who suggested—!"
"Excuse me."
The two of them paused their not-really-argument and turned to find a flight attendant frowning down at them. Her hands were tucked neatly behind her back, an accent that the British Airway employers would be proud of on her tongue.
"I must ask you to keep it down. The gentlemen two seats behind you is complaining about the noise level getting to be excessive," she said crisply.
"Sorry," Anna squeaked, face flushing. "We'll be quiet."
The flight attendant nodded and moved on. Elsa furrowed her brows, lifting her head over the seats to see who had complained. Lo and behold, it was Sitron, flipping Elsa the bird over the heads of a snoozing Olaf and Moana.
"Oh, fuck you, Sitron," Elsa hissed.
"Shut the fuck up, you're so loud," he heatedly whispered back.
Elsa rolled her eyes and plopped back down. Anna busied herself with finding her game system.
"Asshole," Elsa grunted, folding her arms across her chest and burying herself against the fabric.
"To be fair, we are on an overnight flight. We should keep it down."
With another huff, Elsa tapped the screen once more. "Thank god. Officially two hours left… are you sure—?"
"Elsa."
The punk snickered, deciding to read more letters instead. They returned to the silence of the cabin, the jet carrying them safely to England.
After collecting their luggage, making their way out of the airport with some effort, and checking into the hotel, Anna rounded up the gang one last time before they were allowed to relax. She gave them their itinerary for their time in London, sending off her tired crew shortly afterward.
They'd pick up the buses in the morning before they were off to their first rehearsal. It was going to be a long stretch of nothing but non-stop movement with very little breathing room. It certainly wasn't anything that they couldn't handle. They've done it before with success. Bumps in the road were to be expected, but that was given with any trip—tour or not.
Which meant that Anna would be putting on her manager guise.
Which also meant that Elsa would hardly see hide nor hair of her beloved, goofy redhead.
It really was a struggle during tour seasons. Especially those overseas. Elsa had to hand it to her, though. Even though it got to be a bit difficult, Anna's dedication still glared through. It got to the point she taught herself—and had a notebook stuffed with—common idioms and greetings from every country they visited. The locals seemed to appreciate her effort when trying to communicate, smiling as she fumbled through the book and clumsily asked for necessities in broken grammar and her thick American accent. They absolutely adored her attempts in Japan, huddling over her notebook and assisting her in correcting some grammar to make things clearer for everyone to understand.
The one time Elsa actually was glued to Anna's hip for translation purposes was in France. Sitron also helped Anna with Spanish whenever he could. He wasn't as fluent as he'd like to be, but it was improving whenever he had to put it into practice. Olaf joked with Anna to require everyone on the crew to learn at least one language from around the world in order to make her life easier. She had laughed about it, told Rapunzel of Olaf's idea, and her cousin suddenly started brushing up on her German.
Aside from those, Anna was married to her notebook, but it did the job.
Fortunately, they were in England, and most people spoke English, so Anna didn't need to whip out the notebook just yet. Although she had spotted handwriting that looked suspiciously like Sitron's insisting that she use stereotypical "British phrases" when communicating. She had half a mind to rip it out, but she left it in there in the end because it gave her a laugh.
Bundled up in warm clothing, Anna, Elsa, Kristoff, and Honeymaren caught a cab to the bus depot the following morning. Anna was already all business as she clutched her iPad in her hand, her digital checklist at the ready. The other three quietly followed her lead as she spoke with those in charge until they were led to two buses nearby. They were a little smaller than their usual buses back home, but that was to be expected. There was plenty of storage space for their equipment, which got Kristoff's approval.
"Let's take a look at our temporary digs," Anna said cheerfully as the employee opened the door of the first bus. "I'll be staying in here with Elsa and the guys."
"Hell yeah, the OG crew!" Kristoff raised his hand to Elsa for a high-five, and she gave it to him without sparing him a glance.
Anna climbed up the small set of steps, poking her head into the main room from the driver's spot. Elsa went in after her, looking over Anna's shoulder.
"A little more cramped in here than usual," Elsa hummed.
Anna cocked her head to one side. "It's not too bad…"
Unlike their old bus with a bit of breathing room, everything was more compact. To be fair, theirs was built like a damn tank, while this one could not afford such a luxury. There were black leather seats parallel to each other, but the set on the left was cut off by a little table before the rest of it "continued on," shoved in a corner and acting as a booth. Above the longer bit was a small flat screen TV for the other side to view. The right side was smaller, however. And it was set against the counter for their kitchenette, another flat screen mirroring the first.
The kitchenette consisted of one bit of counter space and a sink. Beneath both were two mini fridges. Above the sink was some cabinet space and a microwave. Above both televisions was plenty of extra storage space for luggage and other items. Beyond this living space was the door to the bathroom and the six sleeping spaces just like their old bus. But instead of two rooms in the back, there was just one large bedroom that made up the last section of the bus. The bed itself took up more than half of the room, drawers for clothing underneath the mattress.
"It's cozy," Anna decided.
"Will it fit us and six wild boys?" Elsa asked.
"Hey!" Kristoff said indignantly.
"Kristoff, fortunately, you and Marshmallow are the least rowdy out of you all." Anna stepped forward, inspecting every nook and cranny. She made a few notes about prior damage so they wouldn't be charged. Elsa tried out the couches, slumping into the pleather.
"What's the verdict, babe?" Elsa said.
"Checks out so far. Honeymaren, can you go and see about your bus?"
Honeymaren nodded. "For sure." She followed the employee to the bus next door, leaving Anna with Elsa and Kristoff.
"Have you inducted her as your assistant manager?" Kristoff said.
"More or less," Anna said, crouching down and opening the mini fridges. "It was Elsa's idea."
"She's the most productive of our new hires," Elsa said. At this point, she was already lounging on the couch, feet propped up on the table. "I figured it would reduce the chance of Anna having a heart attack."
"I'm fine, and please get your feet down." Anna made a swipe for Elsa's boots. "We haven't even moved in our luggage, and you're already making this your sty."
"Oh, please. The next people who rent the bus will be thrilled to see my bootprints on the table."
"On which we will be eating for the next two months," Anna added.
"At least let me fuck up the place after the tour."
"No."
Anna moved on to further inspect the bedroom. Elsa scowled and swung herself so she was sitting upright. Kristoff raised his brows at her.
"Trouble in paradise?" he said quietly, keeping an eye on Anna to make sure she wasn't listening in.
"Not really," Elsa grunted, resting her elbows on her knees. "She's just in Manager Anna mode like usual."
"Right." Kristoff sat beside her. "Look, the tour will be over before you know it and Anna will slowly inch out of this state of mind. She's a hard worker."
"I know, I know. I've had this talk with literally everyone on the bus." Elsa ran a hand through her hair. "It just fucking sucks."
"Why don't you stop stressing over this and focus on something else for a change? Like writing that new song called…?"
"None of your business."
"Fuck, I thought that would work."
Elsa smirked. "I'll give you brownie points for trying." Her smirk melted away before she leaned back in her seat, huffing. "It's just… I dunno, man. You know it's difficult for me."
"I know. Just try not to overthink it or make it a bigger deal than it is. Anna loves you, and we all know that when she feels like she needs to be your girlfriend first, she will."
Elsa shrugged moodily. She didn't really want to keep dwelling on this for too long. She knew she was being a little unreasonable—Anna was just doing her job. A job that Elsa encouraged her to do.
She just wished that it wasn't going to be like this forever…
"Okay!" Anna said as she returned to them. "This bus has the Manager Anna stamp of approval! Let's go check on Honeymaren and the other bus."
She hopped out of their bus without another word. Kristoff got up, offering a hand to Elsa.
"Come on, Miss Grumpy," he said pleasantly. "Once you get all cozy and cuddly with Anna in that back room, you'll be turning that frown upside down in no time."
Elsa rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand, letting him pull her up. They followed after Anna, who was chatting animatedly with the depot's employee. He was smiling at her kindly as she filled out the remaining paperwork. Once everything was clear, they met their two drivers—Frank and Tom—who would be taking care of their journey throughout the tour.
They took the buses back to the hotel, Kristoff leading the crew in packing all their personal equipment. Anna huddled up with the band a little ways away from the action.
"Okay. Let's talk rehearsal time for you four." She clicked through her iPad. "We'll start it up tonight. At least for the first half. The venue isn't too far away, so we should be golden as soon as we're all settled in the bus. Sound good?"
Sitron raised his hand. "Question."
"Yes?"
"When will our breaks be?" Marshmallow elbowed him. "What!? It's a valid question!"
"Sitron, you'll get plenty of time to relax and explore the city. I'm not putting you on lockdown. The only time I had to was when you all refused to practice because you were busy cooing over husky puppies at that adoption center when I found you."
"To be fair, Anna—to be fair… they were cute," said Olaf.
"Elsa was about to adopt every single puppy in there!"
"Didn't you hear Olaf?" Sitron scoffed. "They were cute!"
Anna pinched the bridge of her nose. "Oh my god."
"Boys, give her a rest," Elsa said, smiling in spite of herself. "Let's make these two months nice and easy, okay?"
"Thank you, Elsa."
"Although, I didn't think it was fair that you dragged me away from Sir Fluffybottom—"
"Elsa, c'mon!"
"And Lady Freckleface," Olaf added.
"You guys keep this up and you'll be on lockdown the entire time we're here!"
Elsa gasped, falsely scandalized. "You wouldn't!"
"Wanna bet!?" Anna got right into her face, a hand on her hip.
All Elsa did was smirk and plant a kiss on Anna's lips, enjoying the little smile that Anna couldn't fight. Their manager cleared her throat and returned to her iPad.
"Anyway," she continued, shaking her head. "We have a busy tour coming up. So, please, make this easy on all of us and the crew. Got it?"
"Of course," Olaf said, grinning widely.
"Yup," said Sitron.
"Always," confirmed Marshmallow.
"We're in this together, kid," Elsa promised. "We'll do our best to make this tour one of our best."
"I have complete faith in each of you." Anna locked her iPad and tucked it under her arm. "Now, let's get comfortable in our new home."
It always blew Anna away how easily they fell into their old routines when it came to touring. The minute everyone got settled and unpacked, they were immediately making the place their own. Olaf was already lounging in his bunk, snoozing away the jet lag, Sitron was on the couch, tuning his bass to practice, and Marshmallow was raiding the freshly stocked kitchenette with Sven. Kristoff was sitting at the booth, typing up emails for his grandfather on his laptop. Elsa and Anna were enjoying some quiet time in their bedroom, their belongings spread all across the large bed.
Elsa was nose-deep in a notebook, trying to work out the kinks of one of her new songs. This one was stronger in completion, she felt. It was a lullaby of sorts, one she'd been playing around with for a couple of months. She was humming the melody under her breath as she worked.
Anna, of course, was sending off emails to her higher-ups and going over their schedule for the week. Elsa kept stealing glances at her, admiring how her hair was spun in a messy bun atop her head, red bangs falling into her face. She couldn't stop thinking about the engagement ring in her backpack. She had debated on leaving it back home, but she didn't want to miss out on the opportunity to propose to Anna once it presented itself to her. It might just be on this trip, and she wasn't about to risk leaving it behind.
"Uh… hey," Elsa started carefully, earning Anna's curious gaze. "So, do you think we'll be able to have some alone time on this trip?"
"It's possible. It depends on how much we get done. I'm trying to work in days off, but it's not easy." She returned to her screen. "The minute we have an opening, I promise that it'll be saved for just you and me to spend some time together."
"Okay." Elsa tried not to sound to dejected.
However, Anna caught onto it. She spared her work one final inkling of attention before she closed her computer. She scooted off the bed and closed the door, ignoring the loud gagging noises that Sitron was making in response. With nimble fingers, she slipped Elsa's notebook out of her view and set it aside.
"I know it's been hard on us," Anna whispered, settling beside Elsa. She wrapped her arms around Elsa's shoulders, nuzzling a kiss against her jawline. "And I'm sorry for that."
"Anna, we've had this conversation time and time again. It's nothing you need to apologize for." Elsa leaned her head against Anna's. "Let's just not think about the tour right now. Can we just be before it really begins?"
"Of course."
Elsa smiled and went in for a kiss—only to be cut off as Anna's phone began to buzz. Anna made a dive for it, completely missing the stupendous eye-roll from the punk.
"Hi, Kai!" Anna said, finally shooting Elsa an apologetic grin. All Elsa did was reach for her backpack and shuffle through more fan mail. "Yes, we've got the bus. We're going to the venue now… uh-huh. Practice starts tonight, like I promised."
As Anna continued to talk to Kai, Elsa picked up an unopened letter. She began to read it, shutting out Anna's boring conversation. Noting Elsa's obvious annoyance, Anna decided to take the conversation outside, making a mental note to make it up to her later.
"Great rehearsal, everyone!" Anna applauded, beaming proudly at the sweaty members of Dry Ice. "Also, Kristoff," she added into her headset, "amazing move with the lights during 'Into the Unknown.'"
"Thank you!" he chirped.
"Sound quality is amazing." Anna turned toward the empty seats. "And it's gonna be a sold-out show, too!"
"Elsa, you okay?" Olaf asked.
Everyone in the general vicinity turned to Elsa, who was quietly holding her mic against its stand. She blinked distractedly, seeming to come back to reality.
"Huh?" She scratched the back of her head. "Yeah… yes, sorry. I just got super spacey."
"You've been really weird since before last night's rehearsal," said Marshmallow.
It was true. It wasn't difficult to miss whatsoever. Something had happened between Anna's phone call and now that made Elsa somewhat out of it and contemplative. Nobody knew quite what it was, but it was enough to shine through and make everyone question what happened. Anna had attempted to pry the answer from Elsa, but never got the full story. Just a lot of hums or "I'll tell you later" in response. She assumed it was because she ended their little love-fest far too early. She knew it was wrong, but Elsa normally would have pulled her aside for a make-up session.
"It's nothing," Elsa promised, but she didn't sound so sure herself. "Just some fan mail…"
Finally, Anna thought. A legit reason. "That's it?"
"Kind of."
"Elsa, I told you not to read the shitty ones," she said crossly.
"I'm not reading the shitty ones," Elsa snapped at her.
"Then what was it?"
"It doesn't matter right now."
"If it's not that, then you have to tell me what it is." Anna's voice was starting to rise.
"I really don't have to, Anna."
"We want to help you," Olaf attempted to tack on, but they ignored him.
Anna went on hotly, "Being spacey isn't going to help us for the show, Elsa."
Elsa rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
"Don't 'whatever' me, Elsa. Just tell me the truth: Is it actually because I answered Kai's call last night, then?"
"No! Fucking hell, Anna, it's not always about you!"
Anna froze, her mask of professionalism slipping and revealing the same-old kid from their first tour. She was suddenly a deer caught in the headlights, not only realizing herself and her tone, but feeling Elsa's bitter words cut deep. The guys weren't sure how to react, and Kristoff was saying something in Anna's ear that she wasn't quite listening to.
Elsa merely huffed impatiently and took out her earplugs. "I'm tired, okay? I'm going to the dressing room."
"Elsa—" Sitron tried.
She ignored him, racing offstage. Anna's shoulders wilted, fighting embarrassed tears as they stung. She felt the boys staring at her concernedly. She locked eyes with Olaf and mustered a pained smile.
"It's about time she blew up at me properly, huh?" she asked weakly.
"She's always been so patient with you when it came to work," said Olaf, shaking his head. "So this doesn't make any sense."
"I haven't been making it easier on her, though." Anna combed a hand through her hair. "I'll go talk to her."
"Maybe in a bit," Marshmallow suggested. "After she's let off some steam."
"I don't want her to stew in it."
Sitron clicked his tongue. "Maybe she needs to realize that she yelled at you without being properly provoked. I mean, shit, yelling isn't okay regardless, but that came out of the fucking blue. Being out of it or not."
"You know, she can probably still hear you guys," Kristoff's voice said in Anna's ear. "They're talking right into the microphones that can be heard backstage."
"Right," Anna said ruefully. "I'll change the subject." She took in a deep breath. "Guys, look, it's fine. Let's just focus on the game-plan for your stage door meet and greets."
"Anna—"
"It's fine, Olaf. Really. I'll be okay. She'll cool down and I'll talk to her…"
After Anna went over their little game-plan, she decided to hold a meeting with her crew about the concert the following evening. The boys, however, decided to go find Elsa and demand to know what was wrong. She was still in the dressing room, fuming as she changed into her street clothes.
Sitron launched into it with, "Dude, what the fuck?"
"What do you mean, 'what the fuck?'" Elsa snarled.
"You just totally shut Anna down without a thought out there!" Olaf stepped in.
"I thought you wanted to propose to her, not fuck up your relationship!" added Sitron, flailing an arm in exasperation.
"Well, considering the fact she hardly has time for me now, what does it matter?" Elsa said, shoving her sweatshirt over her head.
"Oh my god, you're still such a fucking drama queen," Sitron groaned.
"Elsa, come on," Olaf pleaded. "Anna's recognizes—"
"No, she doesn't. But that's not the issue here." Elsa snatched up her backpack. "I just need to not talk to anyone right now."
"Is it because of Anna? Just answer me that one," said Olaf.
Elsa fixed him with a hard glare. "It's not because of Anna. It's because of me." And with that, she made her way out and to the bus, leaving the boys to exchange looks of utter bewilderment.
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