A/N: Finally finished. Updates are gonna start getting a little slower now, cause I work evenings and I don't (can't) get up in the morning. And by the time it's afternoon I'm too busy with actually taking care of my body to function. I need food and showers and fluids and am far too tired to think of writing. But it's a part time job, so I'm not working every night, which means I can write on my free days.

Kapitalizam

Anna awoke the next morning to the incessant buzzing coming from, she thought, her mobile and crawled over to her bedside table to pick it up.

"There better be a pretty damn good reason I'm being woken at this time."

"Anna? It's Oaken."

"What the hell do you want?"

"One of the band members caught you vandalizing their bus. No, stop laughing, it's not funny. I know it was you. I saw you jump in your crappy polo on the CCTV. I gave them your address. Sort it out or you lose your slot for good."

"What the hell Oaken! What good is this gonna fucking do!"

"This reflects on my business Anna, I'm not sorry this time. You did this to yourself. Sort it out."

The call ended with her testing her full swearing vocabulary at the phone, then almost breaking it by dropping it onto the table.

"Anna! Shut the fuck up." Kristoff called from the other room, though it already sounded like he'd been up for a while.

"You shut the fuck up – one of the yuppies from last night is coming to extort even more money out of the working class." She called this out to him while searching for relatively clean clothing. "Solidarity, comrade! Don't let that prick break you!"

"Who says I'm opening the door; this was your idea." She heard the clink of his zippo.

"Twat."

"You know it."

Anna sighed, dressed now and currently brushing bedhead knots out of her mane when there was a set of knocks at the door. Cursing under her breath, she picked her way through the mess to get to the door, unlocking the chains and opening it when she reached the front of the flat.

Great. It had to be Elsa.

"Tell me what you want and make it quick." She sighed, not bothering to make eye contact with her.

She heard the catching of breath, and a faint reply; "W-what?"

Anna sighed again, repeating herself a little slower. "Wha'cha want?"

"Just a moment of your time—" Anna forced herself to look up at her face; if she was going to be a bitch about it, the very least she could do it look her in the eyes while she did it.

"So in the time it's taken you to say that; you could have actually told me what you wanted and we could both be going about our merry little lives by now?"

"Well, I—"

"Anna, stop being a prick, invite her in for tea and see what she wants." Kristoff's voice boomed from the sofa: he hadn't even bothered to turn around and see who it was.

The redhead sighed, pulling the door open to let Elsa inside, risking a look at Robin, who was currently stirring a cup of tea while his eyes never left the guest. "Make yourself at home." She stated, moving over to join her companion in the kitchen area. It was so obvious to Anna, though, that Elsa felt at home in no-way here, and while Anna didn't know much about body language, she understood enough to know that crossed arms and darting gaze was definitely not as sign of comfort.

"Look, I'm sorry… You want some tea?" She spoke, unsure of what to say.

Elsa nodded, smiling lightly to her. Fuck, she's hotter than I remember. She fumbled with her coat, shaking while hanging it on a peg by the door. Hot girls make me sweat. Shit, I didn't have a shower. She went to go and sit by Kristoff, returning a small smile he gave her. I'm gonna smell like a fucking pigsty.

Despite the internal fuckery, Anna was surprisingly able to make a decent cup of tea, and passed it to Elsa once it was ready.

"We don't have any milk, but there's some sugar if you want some?"

"I'm alright, thank you." That grin is fucking adorable.

"So, uhm, why did you come over?"

Silent pause.

"I… Wanted to apologise."

The audible sound of amazement from the collective 3 in the room was enough to wake up Tarzan, who had been sleeping beside the sofa, by Kristoff's feet. Though, as usual, he didn't really speak and simply wandered over to Robin who started making him a brew.

"You wanted to apologise to me?... But I ruined your bus!"

"Actually I quite enjoyed it. Hans and Naveen were furious, Merida just found it funny and I don't think Flynn could care less anymore. It reminded me of why the band was started, and what it's become now. I let so many people change my ideas that they weren't even ideas anymore. Just the same old market consumeristic crap."

Robin perked up at that; "So why didn't you quit?"

The answer was simple, and resonated with all members of the room. "Principles are for the well fed." The was another silence. "I'll pay for the bus, and for the month's rent we stole."

Anna scoffed.

"Is there something wrong?"

She scoffed again.

"Anna…"

"I don't want you charity. I'm not gonna pay for the bus, but I can get the rent."

Kristoff whistled in; "Anna, it's a month's worth of free rent…"

"I don't want that capitalist money!"

"All money is capitalist! And they play the game so fucking well that we're forced to rely on it to live. So take the damn money, cause none of us know where the rent will come from otherwise."

"What kind of punk would I be if I took yuppie money?!"

"One with a fucking roof over their head, now take the fucking money or I will."

There was more silence, and Elsa broke it once more.

"If you won't take the money for nothing - then play for us again."

Still more silence.

"… Anna?"

"I'm thinking!"

Kristoff burst in, accepting the offer immediately, arguing that the extra money wouldn't go amiss and that Anna could always spray the other side of the bus if she still felt pissed off (to which Elsa reluctantly agreed as long as she left the windows alone this time). She agreed, and it was done. On one condition.

"I play Wingnut's 'Urine Speaks Louder Than Words' with you when you play the acoustic in your set."

"… I don't even know that song." Elsa replied.

"You should; and you will. We got a good—" She looked over to Kristoff.

"12—"

"12 hours! Before we play… The next 4-6 are allocated sleeping hours though."

Elsa grinned then, a hand covering her mouth when she started the laugh. Her blue gaze met Anna's and her expression softened even more.

"Alright, let's do it."

Robin and Tarzan punched the air in synchronisation while Kristoff jumped up, pumping his fist ecstatically. Anna chuckled, standing and making her way back to her bedroom (high fiving Kristoff along the way), only turned to face Elsa as she reached the door frame.

"Oh, shit. You, erh, you're welcome to stick around, though it won't be much fun 'les you're sleeping… I mean, you don't have to you could just go and—But then I couldn't teach you the song, you could always come back in a few hours though and—"

"Anna." Her voice fell upon deaf ears as Anna continued to ramble. "I'd actually quite like some sleep too…"

"—always teach you before the show… Oh, oh! Yeah, sure, but I don't really have a bed free. Unless you don't mind bunking in a tiny bed with me." This was followed by a light chuckle which quickly died when she realised that Elsa was actually considering said proposal. Fuck. She sighed, pulling the t-shirt over her head and dropping it on the floor while shuffling into the room. She called out then, while undoing her jeans and pushing them down her legs and onto the floor. "Just don't steal the covers."

Before she knew it she was lying in bed, half-naked, while another similarly half-naked woman slept across from her. The nakedness she could deal with (pretty fucking easily), just not… This particular woman.