Ah, Elsa. You're always angsty and angry. But I love you for it.

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The ride to the hotel had been uncomfortable. The guys in the bus kept looking from Elsa to Anna and back again as they swayed to their destination, the vehicle idling in traffic for what felt like ages. Olaf had tried to say something, but Marshmallow set his hand on his brother's shoulder and shook his head. The girls would sort themselves out once they were alone.

Elsa didn't wait for Anna after they checked in. While Anna hung back to update everyone on their schedule for tomorrow, she had snatched a room key and headed straight for the lifts. Visibly annoyed, Anna slowly went through their itinerary before bidding them goodnight, not looking forward to facing that blizzard.

By the time Anna got up there, Elsa was already in bed and on her phone, hair tied back and face bunched up in a stubborn pout that Anna was well acquainted with. At first, Anna said nothing, moving across the room to set down her overnight bag and unpack her toiletries, ready to shower away the sweat and frustration of the day. Elsa didn't look up, almost as though she was determined not to say anything first.

It wasn't until Anna paused at the doorway of the bathroom did she decide enough was enough. This was silly and childish—way too reminiscent of their first tour. She heaved out a sigh and whirled around to face the punk.

"Are we going to talk about what that was back there?" she asked, one hand on her hip. When Elsa remained taciturn, Anna hardened her voice. "Well? Elsa?"

Elsa spared her a glance. It softened as she drank Anna in: hair stuck to her forehead, cheeks flushed with the stress of the day, body slumped and haggard despite her attempt at standing her ground. Elsa set down her phone, sitting up and facing Anna. She wasn't proud of her behavior, that was for sure. Prolonging this certainly was not going to make matters any better. It wasn't fair to her, especially when Anna really didn't do anything wrong.

"I blew up at you," Elsa recounted diplomatically.

"Yeah, Elsa, what the hell?" The snap made Elsa wince, but Anna had every right. "I get that you're upset over me being all over the place on tours. We've talked about it, I'm aware, and I'm trying. I really am. It's… it's not easy."

Quietly, "I'm not trying to make you feel ashamed about your work ethic."

"Maybe not, but I can understand why you're frustrated with me."

"I promise you that wasn't why I got angry tonight."

Anna paused, cocking her head to one side. "Then what was it?"

"I…" Elsa glanced down at her phone. "I can't talk about it."

Anna shook her head in disbelief, her anger returning. "What do you mean? I'm your girlfriend. I'm supposed to be the person you can talk to about anything."

"It's nothing that we can solve in there here and now, Anna. In time, I'll be ready to talk about it. Just not now."

This was getting her no where, but Anna kept pressing, "Why not?"

"I'm still digesting it. It was something devastating and… and it's sort of my fault."

"'Sort of?'"

"I just could have done something better. Look, I will tell you. Just not right now. Please trust me when I say that."

Anna threw her hand up tiredly in defeat. "This doesn't make any sense to me. But fine. It still doesn't excuse you for yelling at me in front of everybody."

"I shouldn't have yelled at you period. For that, I apologize. And further, I apologize for embarrassing you. That wasn't fair."

"It's alright, Els. I forgive you. Thank you." Anna frowned. She wanted to keep prodding, keep pushing. Elsa was hiding something, but... but she could also see that Elsa wasn't going to budge. Instead of interrogating her further, she said, "I'm not thrilled over this idea of keeping secrets, but I'll respect your boundaries. Just please, please come to me when you need to talk about it. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Good." Anna was about to turn away and get to her shower, but she caught sight of those big blue eyes staring at her with guilt. She smiled slightly, crossing over and planted a big kiss on Elsa's lips. "No matter what, I love you, punk."

"I love you, too, kid. Don't let me keep you from getting clean any longer."

With a groan, "At this rate, I think I've accumulated a fine, permanent layer of sweat on my body for the rest of my life."

"God, same. I can't wait until I retire at thirty-five."

"Psh, you'll be traipsing around stage until you're dead."

Elsa smirked. "True."

With that mostly resolved, Anna returned to the bathroom. Elsa groaned quietly and slumped back into bed, running her hands over her face. She truly wanted to tell Anna everything, but even she was having a hard time thinking about it on her own.

She cast a glance at her phone, debating on whether or not she should look through it again before bed.

No. Don't. She turned away from her phone, facing the wall opposite the bathroom of their cozy little room. Outside, London slept. Inside, Elsa felt as though she couldn't sleep at all.

She heard the water start to run as Anna stepped into a well-earned shower. She did, truly, feel awful for snapping at Anna. How was Anna supposed to know how Elsa was feeling? Of course, she could just tell her… but this sort of guilt was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Yet that clashed and oozed with her regret of yelling at Anna without warrant, and just became a disgusting bile that sat at the back of Elsa's mouth her entire way back to the hotel. She wanted to reach out to someone who had gone through the same thing… but she didn't even know how to approach the situation to her loving girlfriend. So how was she going to ask someone else about it?

With a grunt, Elsa grabbed her pillow and folded it over the side of her head, her pout once again pinching atop her lips. She couldn't really comprehend what had happened. It wasn't something she ever thought she'd face. At least, not like this.

How long she had been lying like that, she had no idea. Eventually, she let go of the pillow so it flopped back to the side. The water had stopped running, replaced by Anna's humming as she finished getting ready for bed. The blow-dryer… her toothbrush… It was somewhat grounding. It reminded her of home.

Their bathroom back home was attached to their bedroom. Anna often got ready for bed last since she would be stuck in their office, working away. Elsa would lie there and listen to Anna's work, and sometimes Elsa would fall asleep to it. There was another soul, a loving soul, moving about in the house. If Elsa were the one to get ready after Anna, she'd walk back into their bedroom and find a droopy-eyed redhead watching the bathroom door because she simply could not sleep without Elsa in the bed with her.

But that domestic lullaby was not about to sing Elsa to sleep any time soon tonight.

Don't think about it. It'll be okay…

The light from the bathroom draped along the bed, catching Elsa's attention for a moment. It was then doused in Anna's shadow, but it didn't move.

"Hey…"

The hairs on the back of Elsa's neck stood to attention. Anna's voice was unmistakably sultry. Licking her lips, Elsa braced herself and looked over her shoulder. Bathed in the golden, steaming light behind her, Anna stood completely bare in the doorway. Elsa's eyes widened. Anna's hair was still a little damp, her towel pooled on the floor behind her. Steam was still lingering in the air, bringing the sweet smell of hotel shampoo and Anna's preferred body wash into the rest of the room.

"I guess I forgot my pajamas in my suitcase," Anna continued. "I hope you don't mind my lack of clothing." Elsa was paralyzed, eyes trained on Anna as she sauntered slowly around the bed, pausing at the foot for a moment. "I suppose I could have put on my underwear from earlier to avoid this, but… hm. I just got clean and I don't want to feel dirty again."

"Anna, you're killing me here," Elsa said hoarsely.

Unable to contain a little smirk, "Am I?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"What's running through your mind?"

Elsa sat upright and threw back her blankets. She crawled across the bed toward Anna, who still hadn't moved from her spot. She gently rested her hands on Anna's hips, supporting herself on her knees as she looked up into Anna's eyes. Her thumbs rubbed circles into Anna's skin, and she thrilled at the way Anna's breath hitched ever-so-slightly at the tender contact.

"I want to show you how sorry I am," Elsa whispered.

"Oh, Elsa." Anna's little show melted away. "I know you're sorry. And I'm sorry, too. For everything. Our little struggle hurts me more than you know."

"When are we gonna stop apologizing?" Elsa sighed, pulling Anna a little closer.

"I don't know. We'll have to work on this." Anna kissed Elsa's forehead.

"I know. But until then, you look like a yummy little distraction."

"I'd be happy to oblige you, but you still have clothes on."

"Then you're gonna have to take them off me, aren't you?" And with that, Elsa dragged Anna down to the bed, the redhead laughing until Elsa kissed her into silence.

Elsa's phone screen was dark, her thumb hesitating over the home button. She had the number. She could call it. She could hopefully set something right. She only had a couple of hours left until her first show, but she didn't know how long this call would take.

She hadn't done something like this before. Really, she never thought she would need to do something like this. But it was Elsa who reached out. It was a responsibility she bestowed upon herself because she had to do something good.

Alone in the dressing room, Elsa began to pace, fumbling with her phone. She could hear the sounds of everyone getting ready for the show. The voices of the stage crew passing by her door, Anna's loud orders as she directed their personal crew to their places, the reverb of their opening act for this tour, Mad T Party, rehearsing and tuning their instruments.

Right, yes. Mad T Party. Anna had gotten her cartilage piercing from them when they still owned their shop. It wasn't until Anna convinced them to start their band again did they finally find success. While Anna didn't directly manage them, she often collaborated with their own manager, an ex-DJ who went by the name "The White Rabbit." In fact, the only person they knew by their real name was Alice. Everyone else went by a stagename. Mad Hatter, Caterpillar, Cheshire Cat, Dormouse, and March Hair. But they were cool, and Elsa liked them just fine. Their gimmick fit nicely alongside Dry Ice's, so it only made sense for them to tour together.

Elsa looked back down at her phone, Alice's voice harmonizing with Mad Hatter's in the background. She had to do it. She had to make the call before she lost the little shred of strength and courage that made her ask for the number in the first place.

"Fuck it," she snarled, unlocking the phone and selecting the number in her contact list.

With shaking hands, she put the phone to her ear and held her breath. It rang for a few beats, Elsa wondering if they were going to even pick up. Then—

"Hello?" The voice was timid, uncertain. Elsa's heart immediately sank, but she knew she had made the right choice.

"Hey, it's Elsa," she said carefully.

"Oh my God… I didn't think you were actually gonna call me." They gave a small laugh. "I almost thought… I dunno what I thought."

"Yeah, well, I make good on my promises. I'm here for you, okay? I don't normally do this sort of thing but after what happened… and seeing you. I knew I couldn't just stand around and do nothing."

"You're incredible," they said, voice shrouded with awe. "I don't know anybody else who would reach out like this." They started to cry. "I can't even begin to… I don't know how I could ever…"

"Hey, it's gonna be okay." Elsa sat down on the fading leather couch. "We'll work this out together. I can't call you every single day, but I'll call you as often as I can. Just hang in there."

They stayed on the phone together for a little over an hour, Elsa feeling herself smile. She was doing the right thing.

She just couldn't tell Anna. Not yet.

The first show was always exhilarating. Feeling the energy of the crowd all around her, Elsa was able to push everything out of her head and focus on the moment at hand. With all her own original songs at her disposal, she was able to center the show around the band. Of course, she often paid tribute to some of her favorite songs that got her to where she was today, but she definitely preferred her material.

And the crowd seemed to wholeheartedly agree.

While "Let It Go" was still her most popular song, everyone foamed at the mouth over "Into the Unknown" just as much. It was her show stopper during this tour, and she couldn't be more pleased.

She adored Olaf's added vocals that went so well with her own. He often played the roll of "the voice" that Elsa had implemented in her album. It was another Dry Ice secret Elsa was keeping from the public, just like she had done with her gloves. Although there was more speculation of what this voice was supposed to be. In her head, and in the actual album, the voice was always female, and Elsa herself providing the vocals, but Olaf would have to do. After all, he could easily contort his voice to go high in pitch.

It was also something Anna was in the dark about. And it drove Anna crazy. Elsa said she would reveal it to her when she finished her newest song, that it was meant to be a surprise. The only thing that comforted Anna was the fact that the boys in the band didn't know, either. She just wished that Elsa would stop with all these damn secrets.

So, while Anna did love "Into the Unknown," she felt a bit of resentment toward it as she watched the show from the wings. Elsa was moving those hips as per usual, making the crowd scream for the sex goddess she was. Rapunzel was standing beside her, talking with Kristoff over her headset to help him adjust the lighting when needed. When Rapunzel took a pause, she regarded her cousin, noting the crease in her brow.

"Still hating on the song?" Rapunzel asked knowingly.

"I'm not hating on it," Anna said quickly.

"Mm, are you sure? 'Cause that's what it looks like from here."

"I'm not the same girl who resented the song because I thought the band was over-hyped."

"I never said you were... but you're acting like that same girl."

"Punz, I like it. It's fine. I'm just growing tired of all these song secrets. I'm the manager, I should be in the know."

"No, you're just in the unknown."

"Stop."

"Sorry." But she wasn't, and her grin showed Anna that loud and clear. "Look, Anna, Elsa has that air of mystery around her. Whether she's aware of it or not, it's just part of who she is."

"I just want her to tell me. I'm still a little miffed that she's keeping this weird secret about why she was upset the other day."

"I would be, too. It was kind of odd of her to be so snippy."

Anna rubbed the back of her neck. "It's just not the Elsa I know now."

"Some things never change, Anna. You can't force it out of her."

Anna sighed. "I know." She gazed out into the crowd, watching them fawn over her girlfriend as she teased them, gliding seamlessly across the edge of the stage. "I just wish I didn't have to work so hard at getting the right answer. I thought she trusted me."

"She does trust you… have you told her all this?"

"Kind of. Not as much as I would have liked to have told her. When I'm faced with the issue, I'm not as eloquent. I just wanted to stop the fight before it got worse."

"But, Anna, you can't let this fester."

"I'm well aware, Punz." Anna activated her headset, getting back to business. "That was the last number. Get ready for the encore, everyone."

The swaying of the bus was all too familiar to Anna as they pulled away from the venue. She watched the surrounding area vanish, only to be replaced with new streets and cars as they ambled toward Brighton for the next show. She was sitting at their little booth, her laptop in front of her and ready for her to do some work. But her mind was miles away, unable to tear her gaze from the window.

She had come so far since they started. From roadie to manager. Her responsibilities sat heavy on her shoulders, and all it did was add to the stress of not only managing her band, but her relationship with Elsa. She thought back about what Rapunzel had said. That Anna couldn't force Elsa to tell her secrets. Sometimes secrets were good, like when Elsa planned that surprise birthday party for her (only for it to be sabotaged by Elsa's cold). Sometimes things were forgotten to be shared, which happens. It was never something meant to be kept, but simply slipped the mind of the other. While that was all true, she felt as though she shouldn't be kept in the dark over something that was clearly taking up a good portion of the punk's headspace. Elsa wasn't supposed to be the same girl she was when they first met.

The gloves, the meaning behind "Let It Go," hell, her fucking last name was all kept from Anna and only revealed to her over time back then. True, Elsa had been different. She had been brash and uncouth. She drove Anna crazy. But she was supposed to be better now, right? She was a little gentler, sensitive with her words. She drove Anna crazy in a different sense of the word… but now it felt as though they were on a beeline to square one.

She let herself cast a glimpse toward the punk herself, lounging on the shorter couch, messing around on her guitar. She couldn't help but feel slightly guilty because Elsa was trying to be understanding about Anna's work ethic, while Anna was feeling the resentment this time. Maybe Elsa was still resentful that Anna threw herself into her work more often than not.

Maybe they were both keeping the unsaid between them and it was tearing them apart.

Her biggest fear was losing Elsa as a result of this nonsense. She loved Elsa to death, and she was glad that Elsa knew that… or, at least, so it seemed. With the continuous dancing on eggshells and flirting with miscommunication, Anna was unsure if Elsa even believed her and her efforts to be more productive in their relationship.

Anna suppressed a frustrated groan, hunching over her computer and throwing herself back into work. What she needed to do was focus on their tour and worry about Elsa when she didn't have a to-do list up to her eyes. Honeymaren was a worthwhile assistant, but Anna definitely preferred to give her work a personal touch. It was a distraction, but she knew that it couldn't be such forever.

The clunky strums of Elsa's guitar suddenly started to gain a melody. Anna peered over the top of her computer, her ears twitching to the familiarity of a proper song. Even Kristoff, who was sitting across Elsa, picked up his head from his phone.

She was humming to the music, her foot tapping to the pace of the song. Not too fast, not too slow. A nice, even rhythm that held an almost lullaby-esque aura. Anna and Kristoff exchanged eager glances. Was this the elusive new song that she had been working on, and had she simply forgotten that she was not alone in the bus.

"Mmm… in her waters, deep and true…" Elsa mumbled, pausing and writing down the lyrics on a pad of legal paper set by her side. "Lie the answers and a path for you… Hm." She tapped her pencil against her lips.

"Is that your secret song?" Kristoff blurted, and Anna refrained from throwing her pen at him.

Elsa smirked. "It's not, actually. This is something I had been working on for my mother."

"For Iduna? Seriously?" Anna perked up.

"Mhm. She wrote the first part of this song when she met my dad. When my mom actually believed in his dream to become a rockstar. She never put a tune to it, and never took it further."

"Does it have a meaning?"

"Not for her, not really. She wrote it more as a poem for my dad to turn into a song. He never did, obviously." Elsa swung herself upright and tuned her guitar. "I call it 'All Is Found.'"

"Can we hear the rest?" Kristoff asked.

"It's not finished, blondie." Elsa chuckled at his pout. "When it's finished, I'll show you."

"So, what's your secret song?" he pressed.

"That's not finished, either," Elsa said, rolling her eyes. "Stop asking me."

"Oh, come on!" he whined, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "We gotta know at some point."

"You'll find out," said Elsa smoothly.

Anna sighed, removing herself from the conversation before it got to be too much. It was just another Elsa secret that Anna would have to fight to find out.

And she was growing so tired of the fight.

I know this is short and I'm SORRY but I was struggling to, like, produce more for this. If I forced anything out, it sounded clunky and gross. I only want to give you guys the "best" I can do, haha. I don't intend on this to be too long of a sequel anyway, but who knows.

Anyway, I'm in self-quarantine at the moment with all the craziness going on. I'm healthy and okay, but my job has closed for about two weeks, possibly more. So I've been working on too many fucking projects while I wait for this to all blow over.

Please stay safe, friends. Drink water, wash your hands, all that jazz.

See you next time!