A/N: Re-done second chapter. I'm going out soon, but I'll try and get the other 2 chapters up when I get back. If not then they'll hopefully be up tomorrow.

Cut the Power

Panting, Kristoff finally made it to Anna's place in the line from having sprinted from the car park. Putting up a finger, he prevented her from speaking while he caught his breath.

"You know I hate running…"

"It's your fault you were late." Anna replied, giggling. She reached forth and pushed a stray lock of hair that had fallen in front of his face, in response, he grinned to her.

"You know, you've a really good place here. How long were you waiting?" Due to his tall stature it wasn't much too look over the heads of those stood in front of them; they were only a few metres from the doors, too.

"Not that long." She said, her eyes dancing between her friend and the doors every few seconds.

"If by 'that long' you means hours, then sure." She shot him a glare at this, pouting slightly - though Kristoff laughed it off. "You know I could have got us in the side entrance early."

Anna thought for a moment; "Oh, yeah. I forgot that you had dead-end friends here."

"Friends you haven't corrupted so far." He retorted, stealing the baseball cap she was wearing to ruffle her hair (a habit they'd both become accustomed too in their years together).

"You wound me, Bjorgman." Anna grumbled, shaking her head to free it of his grip.

Kristoff grinned, "Sure, sure. Just – get in; the doors are open." Returning the smile, Anna did as she was asked and silenced herself as she started towards the doors.

Inside, it was as Oaken usually kept it during performances. Dark, humid and loud. The acoustics of the room allowed the voices of each person inside to be picked up and thrown around, making even quiet nights emphatic before the event started. She heard the blonde man beside her shouting to raise his voice over the cacophony.

"A, there's space against the fence."

Anna shifted her gaze to the ground before the stage and found that, surprisingly, Kristoff wasn't kidding. Her eyes narrowed and she bit her lip, looking up to him as he took her hand and lead her over. Even though they were near the front of the line, it still surprised her that they were able to get so close to the stage, or maybe time was just moving a little slower than usual. Either way, she wasn't about to stop and check.

It had only been a short three weeks; but Anna had practically fallen in love with Elsa, the singer/guitarist. And though she hardly spoke in interviews (it had usually been the bassist, Flynn – only now, the role seemed be taken by the band's newest edition), her eyes were the only thing needed to capture Anna's attention. Maybe she'll look at me... I'd be so fucked. Her mind began to flood with Elsa.

"You know you're gonna lose that snapback, right?" Kristoff, you twat. Anna looked up once more to see him winking at her.

"If someone tries to steal my hat they've another thing coming." She spoke, her tone hawkish and indignant. It sounded far more threatening that she had intended, but no matter. At least Kristoff would think twice about taking it again.

"Whoa, okay, easy there, A. I was just kidding." He stated, but the laughter that followed indicated he found her aggressiveness endearing.

"Whatever."

At her reaction, he went to reach for her hat once more, but rethought it and returned his hand to the fence. "You excited?"

She chuckled; "You have no idea, Kris."

He was about to return the statement with one of his own feelings about the coming concert, but was interrupted by the few lights illuminating the room being switched off, and the crowd annexing in a roar; cheering the band's name repeatedly.

It started with a drum solo, followed by the deep, reverberating tones of a bass, and finally, a guitar riff, all of them evolving to suit a 4/4 guitar skank. After a minute, the intro shifted into a song Anna recognised from their newest album. Like Kristoff had said, the drumming was frenzied and overpowering. It sounded violent, and undisciplined – and despite the other band members attempting to play alongside – it all felt a bit too wild.

Almost hour later, and Elsa moved to discard her guitar, unplugging it and placing it on a stand while her bandmates made their way backstage. Beside her electric guitar sat an acoustic one, and Anna felt like she would vomit. She knew it wasn't for her, but the idea of Elsa singing and playing alone, without the flurried sound of drums fighting with the rest of the music was something she felt like she wasn't ready for.

After slinging the strap over her head and onto her shoulders, hitching it up and down until she was comfortable, Elsa made her way back to the microphone stand while plugging the amp jack into the guitar.

"Okay, so…" She paused to check the guitar's tuning, and fiddled with the machine heads for a few moments. The entire room was silent, for once. "I'm gonna play a song by myself." She strummed a few chords, finally pleased with how the guitar sounded. "If that's okay." It sounded like a question, but Anna knew it wasn't – there wasn't a soul in this room that didn't want to hear this song.

Elsa smiled, her fingers beginning to pick away at the strings, while her other hand flew around the fretboard. "I dedicate this song to…" She faltered, as if unsure what to say, her eyes flickered over the crowd while she spoke again; "You guys."

You could practically feel the sigh Anna gave as she gazed at the singer, unable to move as she began to sing once more.

It was different now, hearing Elsa's voice only accompanied by the quiet notes of an acoustic. It was so distinct and fervent, and so damn fluent it was as if this was the only thing she was born to do.

It came to the bridge, and during the instrumental – watching Elsa's determined expression as she tackled a difficult section – Anna couldn't help herself any longer and screamed out to Elsa, shouting of her love for her. Beside her, she heard roaring laughter from Kristoff, and the agitated groans from the crowd as somebody disturbed the moment.

She watched as Elsa grinned, letting out a breath in a chuckle, messing up a few notes as she did so. She took the next few seconds to complete the bridge and then returned to the skank rhythm. Then, her eyes found Anna's and she shuffled back to the microphone.

"I love you, too."

The smile across Anna's face was unchanging for the rest of the night. Even when the concert had long finished and both her and Kristoff had returned home. And though she couldn't care less at this point, she was still in possession of her hat.

"You look ill."

"I'm lovesick, Kristoff."

"Calm down, she wasn't being serious."

"You're just jealous."

"Oh, please – like she'd ever date either one of us. We're dead-beat junkies who spend our time doing something we try and call a punk band."

"We are a punk band."

"We're not the kind of people she'd associate with. Don't start fantasizing about this; you'll just upset yourself."

"I know what I'm doing, Kris."

"Anna. You know how much money that girl makes? You really wanna be with a yuppie like that?"

"I never said I wanted to be with her. But, sex costs nothing, buddy."

""That's not the po—Anna."

"Kris. I know what I'm doing."

"Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you."