A/N: I know I said that it would probably take a really long time for the second chapter to come out, but to be honest, I received a lot more positive feedback and support about this than I anticipated. And getting such support really made me want to write more stuff, and so I did. Luckily, it felt very natural to write more for this fic. Don't expect these quick updates to become a regular thing, though.

I also know this chapter doesn't carry the same kind of intensity the first one did, but I'm building to something.

Elsa woke early the next day. It was Saturday, and the dress rehearsal for the play going on tour was tonight. The parents of all involved parties had of course been invited to come and watch it, but Elsa hadn't given her father the invitation yet.

Getting out of bed, she turned on her phone and walked over to where she had put her laptop yesterday afternoon. She input her pin code into the old phone as she sat down and waited for her computer to get ready. She didn't even have anything special to do on the computer, but she might as well check the news or something. Before she even managed to open her web browser, the Motorola V620 she was still using after all these years vibrated. She expected the text to be from Olaf, and her expectations got confirmed when she flipped it open. 'Wanna come over for coffee or something?' his text asked. They never really drank coffee, but that was just what the two of them said when they wanted to know if the other was okay or wanted to talk. 'I'll be over in about an hour,' she replied back and started browsing the web. After fifteen minutes of looking at local news, Elsa got bored and decided to go see what was happening on Facebook. Not a lot went on there when you only have 30-something friends registered, but sometimes there were games to play there, and stuff. She saw that Anna had posted something about the dress rehearsal tonight 'Nervous for tonight! Luckily it's just a dress rehearsal,'. Elsa stared at her picture for a short time before deciding to post something as a reply. 'You'll do good, I'm sure of it!' she posted back and smiled.

After playing a game for some time, Elsa got a notification. Anna had apparently liked her comment. Abandoning the game, Elsa clicked the notification, followed by a click on Anna's name. Her cover photo was one of her on the stage.

God, she's so beautiful

Elsa started browsing the pictures of Anna. She had so many friends, had apparently been pretty popular in high school, too. Elsa smiled when she found a close-up picture of Anna's face, smiling at whoever had taken the picture. She had the most beautiful smile, and those freckles made Elsa's heart melt.

What can I do to make you see me the way I want you to? You know I exist, but do you even think about me? Of course you don't. I'm just some lowly stagehand that mops up the floor when you smash a watermelon with a hammer or makes sure your costumes are hanging in the right order on the coat rack.

A vibrating sensation in the table broke Elsa out of her thoughts and she looked down at the phone. The front display glowed blue, telling her that another message had arrived. She flipped open her phone and saw it was from Olaf. 'Elsa! It's been almost two hours now. You alright?' he asked. She glanced at the clock on the top of her phone's screen. Oh God, it had actually been almost two hours since she last wrote to her friend. 'Yeah, sorry. I'll jump on my bike now,' she texted him back and shut down her laptop. She got dressed, slipped her phone back into its pocket and grabbed the dress rehearsal invitation out of her bag before leaving her room. The smell of coffee didn't meet her nose as she left the comfort of her own space, which meant her father was still asleep. Not wanting to wake him, Elsa put the invitation by the coffee maker alongside a note, saying 'Hope you make it.'

Elsa was almost halfway to Olaf's place when her phone vibrated again. She stopped and pulled off to the side to check it. Olaf had sent another text. 'You were Facebook-stalking her again, weren't you?' he asked. Elsa elected not to answer that text and got back on her bike, continuing her ride to her friend's house.

Olaf had been living alone for several years now, after being kicked out by his mom when he didn't accept her new boyfriend. Or, well, that's what he told strangers and people he didn't really care about. The truth was that he had told his mother many times that bad things would happen if she stayed with the guy, and he had been right the last time, but she wouldn't listen this time either, so he left after a particularly big fight. He had then lived with Elsa and her dad for a few months before finally getting his own place.

She knocked on his door, and Olaf answered within a few seconds, inviting her inside with a warm hug. "You know I don't really like hugs, Olaf," Elsa said after reciprocating his action.

- "And you know I love them," he retorted with a goofy smile. "You even agreed that I could hug you from time to time."

I know I did, but I still don't like it

- "I bought you a Coke, it's in the fridge," Olaf continued as he walked toward the couch that doubled as his bed. Elsa nodded and smiled at him as she got the coke out of the fridge before taking the three steps needed to get over to the couch. Olaf's place was small. His kitchen, living room and bedroom were the same room, with a small, closed off entrance, a bathroom almost the size of the living room and a little built-in closet in the entrance.

They had been watching TV for a few minutes before Olaf said something. "You didn't answer my text." He still looked at the screen.

- "I didn't want to," Elsa answered, also staring at some lame TV show about some people on an island. Elsa hated these shows, but Olaf loved them. This was how all their serious talks happened. They always stared at the screen, watching something Olaf wanted to, none of them really paying attention to the TV. Elsa liked it this way. It felt less… real. She could take a step back.

- "Because I was right?"

Yes.

- "No," Elsa lied.

- "Whatever, it's none of my business anyway. How did your dad take the news?"

- "Not too well. He clammed up, used his business voice and told me it was my own decision."

- "Ouch."

- "Yeah."

Silence fell over the two once again. Elsa's mouth had dried up, so she finished her Coke, still staring at the screen. At least the girls in this shitty show were pretty.

- "How are you feeling about it?" Olaf finally asked when the credits rolled, this time looking at her. She looked away.

- "Not too good. I mean, I've let him down in a way no one has since my mom left him," she said and fished out her phone, looking at the blue lit front screen. "Look, I have to be at work in an hour. I'm sorry for being late, but I have to go," she said and got up, ready to walk away as she stuffed the phone back into her pocket. Olaf grabbed her arm.

- "I'll walk there with you. You need to talk to someone, and that's gonna be me."

Great, now he won't even let me alone with my thoughts. Just like Dad usually won't.

- "I'm okay, Olaf. I just need some time alone. I'll come over again tomorrow, we'll talk then," she said, and with that, she left and hopped on her bike, ready to help Anna at the dress rehearsal.