A/N: Got a bit crazy these last few days, that's why this chapter is a little short. I'll try and compensate with the next chapter, if I can. For now, expect at least 1 chapter a week, though I'll try and make it 2. Thanks for sticking with me!

Knockout

"I checked the chords online earlier, it showed D, A, Bm, G progression, why are you bringing sharps into it?"

"Cause that's how I play."

"It's unnecessarily awkward."

"Then I suppose I'm unnecessarily awkward."

"Anna, I didn't mean it like that…"
"Whoa! Relax, Ice Queen! I'm just fucking with ya, jeez." Anna laughed, reaching to grab a glass of juice from the coffee table. Elsa had been kind enough to restock the fridges earlier, considering the only food in the kitchen consisted of a few cans and some mouldy cheese and bread. "It doesn't really matter considering I'll be the one playing, so you do whatever's best for you. You'll learn the song quicker if you play yourself."

Elsa grinned in response, refocusing her attention to the guitar on her lap and starting the song over. Despite that the song was only a couple of minutes long, it had taken her a surprisingly short time to learn it, and the fact that she already knew the name 'Pat the Bunny' had impressed Anna considerably.

"You know, you're not a bad punk." Robin called from the kitchen (none of the other band members had left yet), while sipping at a mug.

"I'll try and take that as a compliment." Elsa smiled, extending him a wink before returning to the song. She'd stuck around the flat for the majority of the day and Anna was glad of it; Elsa was a very easy person to talk to and Anna had her all wrong. She and the blonde agreed on most things they spoke of and felt that Elsa actually to continue each conversation. Such talks with strangers usually ended with one party leaving through an ended tolerance of arguments or shouting.

"So, shortstack, you ready?" Kristoff's voice cut through her thoughts like a bullet.

"Hmm?"

"The show, we're setting off in a while."

"Oh. Yeah, I'm ready."

"Good; now go get your guitar."

They'd played a different set this night and the audience responded accordingly. It was faster and more aggressive than the previous show, and Anna swore that, when the lights scanned the crowd, she saw a significant amount people wearing her own band's merch and suddenly felt a little overwhelmed. But it seemed like no time at all after they started playing that their playlist was at its end, and they had to leave the stage. Elsa sought her out in the time the backstage crew took to set up the space for Ethereal Requiem.

"That was pretty amazing." She spoke, pulling Anna into a tight hug.

Anna chuckled, wrapping her arms around Elsa; "Tell me about it." She pulled away, standing before her now. "We've never had a crowd as huge as that before."

"There was a bunch with Citizen Rebel t-shirts on, you know."

"Yeah! I saw! Crazy…"

Elsa laughed now, "It's not crazy; not when you can play like that."

Anna met her gaze. "It's not just about instrumental skill."

"I know, I know! It's about the message; you drilled me about that earlier today, remember."

She laughed, "Yeah," and went to grab her jacket. "I—"

"Elsa! Stage, now." It was a male voice; one Anna had not heard before.

"Coming." Elsa called, her eyes had left Anna and were trained to the door, but she brought them back for one more moment. "I'll see you later, okay."

Anna nodded, "Sure."

And at that, the singer was gone, and Anna had never felt more empty.

"Well you can fuck off."

"You can't deny she's hot, Anna."

"Appreciating beauty is not the same as sexual attraction, Kristoff."

"But you don't deny you're attracted to her."

"I'm not going to dignify that with a response, you utter cock."

"A cock who's right."

"You always have to be fucking right, though."

"Whoa, struck a nerve?"

"The tour's ended. She'll be going home tomorrow."

"So fuck her tonight."

"I don't just want to fuck her, asshole."

"So ask her out."

"I've known her a day."

"So?"

"Isn't it a little headstrong?"

"That's rich, coming from you."

"… Good point."

"So what are you going to do?"

"Kiss her, maybe."

"And?"

"Talk."

"Sweet, now are you gonna stand there or are you gonna help me paint this bus?"

"'Smash capital now', in white." She reached down to pick up a can of black spray paint and started on stencilling on the image of a cat onto the window (they'd come prepared this time). "I gotta go back in after this."

"Oh, shit yeah. I forgot you were doing the song together." Kristoff stated, pausing to look over at his friend. "Hey, you gonna be okay?"

"When she goes? I'll be fine, why wouldn't I be?" She didn't bother stopping like he did.

"Cause you just painted your hand."

She sighed, throwing the can to him. "I'm done anyway, I'll be back in a few minutes."

Anna hardly even noticed the crowd stood swaying before them as she strummed, watching Elsa's movements the entire time, noticing every little habit she executed. The way her fingers twitched slightly when she took a breath, and when she smiled when someone screamed her name, and the way that she couldn't keep her eyes on the congregation of people before them either, and the way her lips—Wait, I shouldn't be staring at her lips. That's fucking creepy. But under the hard, blue stage lights, Elsa had never looked more beautiful, and Anna couldn't help but notice, just, her.

Before she could count to fucking ten, the song had ended, and she was being called off by the stagehands. It's over?

"Anna?"

It's fucking over?

"Earth to Anna?"

"Oh, shit. Sorry." Anna mumbled, picking the guitar up over her head and passing it to the blonde.

It resulted in a sweet smile from Elsa, who took the guitar gladly, and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Find me later."

"O-Okay, sure thing." At with that, Anna was gone. Yeah, I'm fucked.