In this, I'm trying to make my A/Ns shorter.

I apologize in advance for long notes in the near future.

We continue on with our friend Anna who had just met the mysterious Elsa that everyone wants to get their hands on… and Anna isn't impressed. Heh.

Let's go, my friends.

After her finals finished up for the week, Anna was ready to enjoy her summer vacation with her head in books, studying as hard as she could… well, that was her initial plan. Unfortunately when she looked on it from afar, staring at the stack of books on her dorm room desk, she thought of how dreadfully boring it would be.

But it was what she had to do. Maybe she would emerge from her room to grace her friends with her presence. Maybe.

Rapunzel was still upset at her. This was the longest they had gone without talking since Anna had gone to England in a foreign exchange program as a senior in high school. Even back then it was just two days. Now it had reached a stupendous record of three and a half.

But Anna was giving her cousin the room to seethe and let out her jealousy towards her by isolating herself with her boyfriend to yak about how hurt and betrayed she was. It was the most ridiculous reason to be mad at her, in Anna's opinion. Eugene had even called Anna to apologize for Rapunzel's behavior, telling her that the brunette was just being stupid.

To which Anna agreed wholeheartedly.

The great thing about her college was that it had year-round dorms for those who didn't want to go home over the breaks. Anna loved her parents to death but she knew that if she returned to them, they would distract her from studying.

So she decided it was best to remain on campus for the summer.

On the Friday after the concert, Anna was sitting in the café, enjoying a book that was outside of her study list to get her mind off of school for a little while. Her tea was steaming in front of her, the room full of idle chatter by its occupants. Anna was so engrossed she hadn't realized someone had approached her.

A throat was cleared and she glanced up, finding a very guilt ridden Rapunzel standing before her. The gloves that once homed her hands were gone and she was wearing her usual pink colored clothes instead of black or dark blue to represent the band she loved so much. Her hair was still in the short braid but it looked nice on her so Anna didn't associate it with Elsa.

"Hey," Rapunzel mumbled.

"Hey yourself," Anna said, smiling. "Are you done being mad at me?"

Rapunzel sat herself down across from Anna with a nod. "Yes… I'm sorry," she sighed. "I overreacted a little bit."

Anna shot her a look and the brunette grinned sheepishly.

"Okay, okay. A lot a bit," she admitted. "But I know that you didn't do any of that on purpose… well, duh, of course you didn't. You were dragged along against your will." She raised her eyes from her fiddling hands and bit her lip. "But I've got to ask… what was it like back there? What was Elsa like?"

"It wasn't a fabulous fantasy scene that everyone thinks backstage is… but it was interesting," Anna said with a shrug. She reasoned that she should give Rapunzel the benefit of the doubt and allow her to live vicariously through her experience with the punk. After all, Anna would have probably felt jealous of Rapunzel went backstage with her favorite singer, too. "I mean, it was really cool to see and talk to them as an outsider. You know me and my opinion of these guys. Olaf was a chill guy… Sitron and Marshmallow hardly said anything so I don't know much about them."

"Yeah, they're the quiet ones in any interview they have," Rapunzel said, nodding wisely. "Olaf and Elsa are the talkers. But what was she like?"

Anna fought the urge to roll her eyes. "Elsa was… how can I put this? Snide… sarcastic, seductive (but she'll toot her own horn about it so I wasn't buying it. Ah what else— ooh! Pretentious."

"Pretentious?" Rapunzel repeated, her brow furrowing. "How so?"

"I just… oh my god," Anna trailed off, her eyes widening.

"What?" Her cousin craned her neck to get a glimpse of what Anna was gaping at… only to find the very same person they were talking about stroll into their café.

The noise Rapunzel that escaped her throat was more inhuman than the one she made when Olaf approached them last weekend. Elsa was dressed in a similar outfit she wore during the concert but her tank top was white instead of dark blue. Her black jacket covered her tattoo but her piercings were shining on her ears and at the edges of her right eyebrow in the summer sun leaking through the windows.

Several people spotted her, too, and went mute by the mere sight of her. One-by-one, others realized how silent their friends were going and followed suit, attention quickly landing on the celebrity. Even the whirring of the ice maker seemed to freeze when she stepped over the threshold.

Elsa's cold eyes swept the room until they landed on Anna. That stupid smirk appeared on her face instantly and she walked over, gloved hands in her pants pockets. Rapunzel whirled back around to face Anna, her mouth forming a single line, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment from being in the presence of Elsa. Anna stared at the blonde without blinking, wondering what in the world she could want.

"Hey, Anna," Elsa said, drawing up a chair and plopping down between the two girls as if she was an old friend. "Long time no see."

"Did you stalk me or something?" Anna asked, raising her brows at the punk.

"I asked around about you," Elsa said casually, waving over a waitress. "I wanted to talk to you about a few things. Funny, everyone seemed very confused on why I'd want to speak with you. Are you a weird kid or something?"

Anna tried her best not to look offended. She wasn't going to let Elsa get to her again.

"No…" Anna said, shaking her head.

The waitress stumbled over with a pad of paper in her trembling hands. Elsa gave her a simple order of hot chocolate— which Anna nearly snorted at— before continuing her discussion with the redhead.

"Then why was everyone freaking out?" Elsa said, leaning back in her seat and crossing her arms.

"Because they're talking to you," Anna said. "Everyone here is a giant fanatic—"

"Except Anna," Rapunzel got a quiet word in.

Anna sent her a reproachful look but Elsa started laughing. She brought her fist up to her mouth, grinning into it to conceal the bark of mirth escaping her lips.

"Is she now? What a shame," Elsa grinned, winking at Rapunzel. "Not like you, huh? I'm digging the hairstyle."

The poor girl flushed a deeper shade of red and darted her eyes away, biting her lip to keep herself from grinning stupidly right back. Anna sighed and picked up her tea, taking a deep sip from it. The hot chocolate arrived with the biggest amount of whipped cream Anna had ever seen.

Jeez. She's so ridiculously famous right now that everyone is trying to please her in the stupidest ways, Anna thought bitterly.

"Anyway, I was thinking about something, Anna," Elsa said after she tasted her beverage. "I wanted to know what you were doing with your summer."

"Studying," Anna said blandly.

"And that can be done anywhere," Elsa said suddenly.

"Why?" Anna demanded.

"There's something about you, kid, that I like. I can't put my finger on it but… you're a damn excellent good luck charm for me," Elsa said.

"You've only just met me," Anna reminded her. "You can't possibly have any good judgement to—"

"Yeah I do. You're just… different."

"That's a stupid reason."

"Well, tough. I'm asking you anyway. I want you to join me on my summer tour as a roadie."

Anna's mouth went dry and clamped shut. Her brows inched together, almost forming one single brow. Rapunzel was gawking at Anna to Elsa and back again. The café had returned to its buzz moments after Elsa sat down so the redhead was very glad nobody but the three at the table had overheard the request.

A roadie?

"You mean… like… I have to sleep with the band?" Anna wondered, grimacing.

Elsa rolled her eyes. "No. That's a groupie. Roadies help out and make sure the show runs smoothly. But all you'll be doing is making sure I'm not a complete mess before I go on stage, see to it that I have everything I need backstage, and run errands for us when we take a pitstop. I can even pay you with some of the ticket money we get that goes to us, our manager, the crew, y'know." She raised an arm slightly, granting Anna to respond.

"I don't know the first thing about being a roadie!" Anna said. "Besides, I want to focus on my education this summer."

"All you'd be doing is helping me out. You don't have to handle any equipment if you don't want. A fun road trip and study on the way from place to place," Elsa said encouragingly. "What do you think?" She turned her icy eyes on Rapunzel.

"M-me?" she said, pointing to herself.

"You think Anna should take the opportunity?" Elsa said, raising a perfectly sculpted brow.

Rapunzel felt a nudge on her foot and she flicked her green eyes over to Anna. The look on her face told her that Anna was apologetic for getting the request and begging her to not say anything. The brunette opted on shrugging in Elsa's direction. The punk swiped a dollop of whipped cream off the top of her drink with her finger and licked it off, humming in thought.

"I'm sorry, Elsa, even if I wanted to, I could never be a roadie for you," Anna said truthfully.

"Why not? No experience?" Elsa said, her brows shooting into her hairline.

"No. My ex-boyfriend Hans is one of your roadies now," Anna said.

Rapunzel gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. She shook her head at Elsa rapidly. The blonde squinted, curiosity rising in her being.

"Hans Westerguard, you mean?" Elsa said.

Anna nodded darkly, glaring at the floor. "Yup. He cheated on me last year with some girl… I can't stand being in the same room as him anymore."

"She punched him in the face when she found out he cheated," Rapunzel said with a wry smile. "He had to get a false tooth after that."

Elsa forced down a grin. "He's a cheater, huh? I see… well, how unfortunate. What if he was never my roadie. What would you say then?"

"I'd have to tell you…" Anna regarded Elsa carefully. "If you really wanted me, you'd have to prove it. I want to spend a summer studying in closed, comfortable quarters and have peace and quiet when I do so. I don't think you can supply either of those." Anna finished her tea and got to her feet, tucking her book underneath her arm. "So if by some circumstance you have an opening where I wouldn't be working with Hans, find me. I could use the extra cash, too. C'mon, Punzie. My parents wanted to have dinner with me tonight and they were asking about you."

"Ah… right, okay," Rapunzel said with a feeble nod.

As the cousins exited the café, Elsa was left alone at the table. She ran her tongue over the top row of her teeth before standing up. She took a ten dollar bill out of her wallet and tossed it on the table beside her unfinished hot chocolate. She was about to leave after them to head on to her hotel room but paused, gazing sadly at her drink.

She was in no mood to finish it but she didn't want to waste such a delicious beverage. Without many options since she was in a rush, she grabbed a napkin and asked someone for a pen. A blushing girl handed her one and muttered that Elsa could keep it. Elsa winked at her with a polite "thanks" and scribbled down a note to the waitress.

Couldn't finish it. Amazingly rich so it filled me up. Keep the tip, lovely.

She scratched her autograph on it with a—

PS: I think that hairband is too much. You would look much cuter with your bangs down.

Satisfied, Elsa headed outside into the warm summer air, removing her jacket and strolling through the campus. Everywhere she went, heads turned and whispers lifted into the air excitedly. She would spare them a glance, smirking and waving at them, winking at almost every girl and boy she saw. Her pathway would sometimes be cut off by enthusiastic fans, asking her to sign little scraps of paper for them.

Finally getting away from the population of Arendelle in her little hotel room she shared with her band members, she threw her jacket hard across the room, hitting Olaf in the back of the head.

"Ow! Els, what the fuck?" he snarled, turning around, rubbing the smarting spot.

"Where is Hans?" she ground out, her icy eyes flashing.

"Vending machine," Sitron supplied.

"Get him," Elsa commanded.

"Why me?" Sitron said defensively.

Elsa reached over and grabbed him by the collar. He was hardly fazed and was scowling down at the shorter girl, daring her to try anything on him.

"Because I told you to," Elsa said lowly, her voice raspy. "You obey your queen, peasant."

"I'll get him," Marshmallow sighed, shaking his head and leaving the room.

Elsa let go of Sitron and grabbed her jacket from the floor. Olaf observed her, his arms folded across his scrawny chest.

"You seem pissed," he viewed.

"I am pissed," Elsa confirmed. "That little shit Anna… she thinks she's so perfect. God, she's infuriating! Who comes to our concerts and not bow to us?"

"Bow to you," Sitron corrected.

"I swear to fucking god," Elsa growled at him.

He grinned, raising his gloved hands chest high in surrender. Olaf leaned against the wall, cocking his head to one side.

"But… I thought you wanted her to come with us. You're so impossible to follow, you know that, right?" he told her bluntly.

"I do want her to come. She needs to have some fun. The poor kid looks like she was birthed in the most conservative home imaginable," Elsa said, flopping down onto one of the beds. "The only thing she's done outside the line was have sex before marriage. Who the hell did she fuck anyway?"

Hans? Elsa thought, disgusted. No way… Well… It would make sense…

Olaf pursed his lips. "Elsa, if she said no then let it—"

"Don't you dare make that joke now," she warned with a deadly hiss.

The guitarist started to laugh, Sitron joining in shortly. Elsa rolled her eyes heavily, mumbling swears under her breath.

Minutes later, the door swung open and Marshmallow pushed Hans inside like some kind of security guard. The roadie scratched the back of his neck, appearing very confused and annoyed. His eyes turned on Elsa in question.

"You wanted to see me?" he inquired. "And next time find me yourself and don't send one of your goons."

Elsa swung her legs off the bed and marched over to him, a rage everyone was used to following her, tangling in her braid and cackling around them like some electric storm. The other band members turned away. Elsa was angry and they didn't want to fall witness in case she committed something illegal.

Like Sitron, she grabbed Hans' collar but it was far more ferocious and her other fist was pulled back. Hans winced, cringing at a familiar threat that his ex once inflicted upon him when he betrayed her trust. Elsa took a swing but grabbed his jaw tightly between her fingers instead of smacking it and removing another tooth. He made a noise of surprise, eyes searching for an explanation.

She popped his mouth open and peered inside. Then a devilish smirk lit her features.

"You do have a false tooth… I can see it. Slightly outta place," Elsa mused.

"Wha?" Hans said, his speech muffled and strained by Elsa's grip.

"You fucking deserved it, you pig," Elsa said, the smirk melting into a scowl. "And I don't want someone like you hanging around us. You'd give us a bad name if word got out you're a no good cheat."

Hans shoved her hand away, a snarl on his face to match Elsa's.

"What are you talking about?" he demanded.

"You're fired," Elsa told him harshly, turning on her heel and strutting away.

"What!? You can't fire me!" Hans roared but Marshmallow stepped in his way, a silent protector over Elsa.

"Yes, she can," Olaf said, popping out from behind his younger brother. "She pays you. She can kick you out."

"You're an irrational bitch with the biggest ego I've ever had the misfortune to witness!" Hans barked at her. "Fine! I'll leave and take my sponsor with me! Dry Ice is gonna be dried up by the end of this tour anyway!"

"That was an awful pun," Olaf stated dryly. "If she didn't fire you for being a douche, she should most definitely fire you for that."

Marshmallow took Hans by the arm and started ushering him out. Sitron gawked at Elsa, silently agreeing with Hans about how irrational Elsa could be.

"Jesus H. Christ, Elsa! Now we don't have an amp sponsor," he reminded her. "That was a fucking hasty decision!"

"We don't need Hans," Elsa insisted.

"Is this all because of that Anna chick?" Sitron said with a hollow laugh. "Did Hans date her or something?"

"I've had it up to here with him," Elsa said, avoiding the question, and thrusting her gloved hand high above her head. "He's a disrespectful prick that has no off button. And we can find a new sponsor. I already have offers in South Dakota from some family called… ah, I can't remember. But one of the kids is a fan… Anyway…" She turned to Sitron and Olaf, clapping her hands once in bitter encouragement. "Now we have an opening for a new roadie."

"You're a fucking hopeless mess," Olaf chuckled, heading over to the restroom.

"Me?" Elsa snarled.

"Just go and fuck the kid and you'll feel better," Sitron said, opening up a new pack of cigarettes.

"You're absurd," Elsa told him.

"Sexual tension with a stranger, Els. It's called brief chemistry and people commit to have a one night stand to get rid of it—" Sitron stuck a cigarette between his teeth, pocketing the packet and getting out his lighter. "—and it's clear you have it in for this girl."

"Whatever… I think she'd be fun to play with," Elsa admitted. "Like a summer toy. Give her some road experience… maybe she'll loosen up and start to actually have fun for once. Plus, I could use another chick on this tour. I'm stuck with a damned sausage fest and I'm the gayest one of the bunch."

"And I'm the absurd one," Sitron chortled, lighting up.

It was tempting, she had to admit it. Never before had she been on a road trip for a long period of time and traveling around was something she loved doing. And if she got paid for just lounging around in a tour bus with the hottest band in current events, perhaps she could finally upgrade from her crappy 2007 iMac to a Macbook Air… but even that would be a stretch. But Elsa was infuriating for so many reasons that Anna's will to have a summer in which she would remain sane was weighing over her interest in joining Dry Ice on a tour.

Then again… it would get her away from any homebound distractions such as her friends and family. If she could have some time to herself in her own hotel room at night to study, she might be able to do just as she planned. Just with the responsibility of helping and working during the day.

While she washed the dishes with her mother after their meal, she told her about Elsa's offer and what she thought. Her mother thought it was a fantastic idea for Anna to go out and explore the country, come out of her shell and live a little.

"Honey, you've been cooping yourself up in your bedroom since forever and this will be a good and healthy experience," said Faye.

"But Mom, it'll be with rockstars! What if I get addicted to weed or something," Anna tried to reason.

"You don't get addicted to weed," Faye said, shaking her head at her daughter. "Besides, you're a responsible young lady so I don't worry. Study on your downtime and get paid when you work. You know, your father used to be in a band."

Anna blew a raspberry. "Yeah, when he was sixteen. But they didn't take off."

"Hey now, we could have but your uncle was too chicken to go for it!" David called from the living room, a giggle by Rapunzel following.

"Listen— this deal sounds great and perhaps you can learn a thing or two. A little traveling, a little rebellion is good for a teenager," Faye said.

"Mom, it's not rebellion if you're giving the okay," Anna pointed out.

Regardless of Anna's attempts to make them see the light, her parents both agreed that Anna would get nothing but good experience from stuffing herself in a tour bus with Dry Ice and traveling across America and back.

After the dishes were washed and the discussions ended, she and Rapunzel parted ways, Anna heading up to her dorm to contemplate on Elsa's offer some more.

Only to find the damned punk waiting for her, a cup of… something in her gloved grip. She was leaning on the railing protecting the flower garden that Anna had planted with her neighbor that spring just below the stairs that lead to Anna's room.

Those stupid gloves, Anna thought, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. "Okay, now I'm convinced you're stalking me."

"I asked, ginger ale," Elsa said. "Jesus, I'm not a creep."

"You look like one," Anna decided to shoot. Ginger ale? What the actual fuck?

"Oh, I'm so hurt," Elsa said sarcastically, clutching her heart with false pain. "Anna, you've wounded me."

"What do you want?" Anna sighed, folding her arms over her chest.

"Hans is no longer in my service," Elsa said, standing straight and facing the redhead.

"I really hope you didn't fire him because of me," Anna said, her face dropping into slight concern and overall seriousness. "That's not cool on so many levels."

"To be perfectly honest with you, I've been looking for a reason to kick him out," Elsa said. "But none of my motives have been strong enough for me to pursue them. I'm lazy, I'll admit it. You gave me the perfect little push and I thank you for it." She did a little bow. "So, I'm here to tell you that my offer still stands for you to come along on this tour."

"How much would I get paid exactly?" Anna said abruptly.

"Hard to say currently, kid," Elsa said earnestly, scratching the back of her head. "But it's enough to save up for something decent."

"Uh huh… well, when do you leave?" Anna inquired.

"Monday. So I'll need your answer by Sunday afternoon to get some arrangements made. Not all of our roadies have traveled with us on the same bus so you'd be a special case," Elsa said. "A lot of our tech help is local in the towns we visit, you see."

"I have some demands."

"Naturally."

"I want my own hotel room in every hotel we book. It can be the cheapest, crappiest thing in the world with bloodstains and tape on the floor where a dead body used to be, I don't care, but I am not sharing it with any of you. That will be my time to study. That and when we're on the road and I have my iPod in my ears." Anna pointed at her ears in example. "Unless it's an emergency, I don't like being disturbed when I have those in, understand?"

"I can make some arrangements. I can even set you up with your own little quarters in the tour bus," Elsa said. "If you find this all up to snuff, your Highness, then you can give me an answer now and we can hit the road early Monday morning."

"You're… you're an interesting character, Elsa," Anna said. "I'm having a hard time figuring you out."

"Why thank you," Elsa said with that smirk lighting up her lips. "I take that in pride. So, kid. Yes or no?"

Anna stared up at her dorm room, waiting for her to clamber inside and spend the next three months holed up in a hot, stuffy room. She was harshly reminded of the taunting fact of how boring it would be spending her summer alone and how much she would eventually regret the decision of not going with the band.

Getting paid to hang out with Dry Ice sounded all too tempting now… but how would she tolerate Elsa?

Well, that would be an easy task. She could annoy Elsa just as much Elsa could annoy her. They had a balance already and they only had three encounters. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad… maybe it was time for a change.

"I guess it'll be a yes," Anna said, almost cringing at her final answer.

Elsa's face lit up like a tree on Christmas much to Anna's surprise. "Fucking awesome!" She seemed to realize her enthusiasm had skyrocketed and she flushed, scowling and coming down from her excitement quickly. "I mean… great. That's great."

Anna fought a smile. "When should I meet with you? And where?"

"We'll be hanging out by the theatre from the concert you went to, kid. Meet us there around six on Monday morning and then we'll hit the road…" Elsa eyed the ginger. "Make sure you pack for a three and a half month trip."

"Will we be back by September?" Anna wondered anxiously.

"Yeah, yeah, no worries," Elsa said, waving away Anna's concern. "You'll be back in time for your sissy school."

"At least I go to school," Anna retorted.

"Try and come up with a better comeback, kid, 'cause you're gonna need as many as you can when you hand with us. You wouldn't wanna be a laughing stock."

"I'm dreadfully scared." Anna rolled her eyes and started to climb up to her dorm. "I'll see you Monday, I guess."

"See you." The punk raised her hand in farewell as she turned on her heel, strutting off to her next destination.

Anna watched her leave from the little balcony, hearing the dull thud of Elsa's combat boots as they slammed on the pavement, letting everyone around her know that she was a big deal and they should stay the hell away from her. With a slight shake of her head, Anna entered her dorm and pondered on how in the world she had managed to get herself in a whole lot of trouble already.

She could just feel it.

She wondered if asking her cousin for a ride was going to be something she would regret on the way to the theatre. But Rapunzel was nothing but ecstatic to drive Anna to the tour bus with one condition of getting an autograph from Elsa. With a dry laugh, Anna said she would do anything in her small amount of power to ask Elsa to accommodate to her cousin's wish.

Anna had packed two small duffle bags of clothes, toiletries, and the general essentials, a little purse with her wallet and notebooks and reading materials, and her computer bag holding her laptop with its charger and several other chargers for her phone and iPod. She was still having a hard time believing she had agreed to travel with the band as she and Rapunzel chugged along the empty streets, the outdoor theatre coming into view on the horizon.

"I think your mom was right though," Rapunzel offered, glancing at Anna. "This will be good for you. Experience with a real band… I mean, so many people would, like, kill for this opportunity."

"Mm," Anna mumbled, tugging at one of her braids. "I still don't know why I'm suddenly a perfect candidate for a roadie."

"You'll get the hang of things. You always do."

They pulled up to the tour bus a few minutes later to find Marshmallow and Oaken hanging out by the front. The bus was like any regular bus Anna had seen online that carried bands from place to place. The outside was white with the band's name in Metallica-esque text in black along the bottom of the darkened windows. Light blue snowflakes flowed in a pattern near the words and around the wheels, making it a little more outstanding than a normal bus.

Anna jumped out of the car and waved with uncertainty at the two incredibly bulky men. Marshmallow recognized her and made his way over, giving her a pillow soft smile that instantly calmed her nerves.

"Hello, Anna," he said in a deep voice. "Elsa and everyone is in the bus… you have stuff?"

"Uh-huh," Anna nodded. "And, hey, my cousin is wondering if she can get an autograph from Elsa."

"I'm sure she wouldn't mind," Marshmallow assured her. "Here, let me get your things."

The way he spoke was slow like molasses but it had a low rumble to it that could shake the trees into a gentle breeze, as if he were an abominable snowman who cared for injured animals with soft cooing noises and food from his own gathering. Anna found an urge to be picked up by this guy and sit on his shoulders so she could see all the way to New York. That kind of brother that lets his little siblings rest on his head to view the parade better over the heads of taller people who— in Anna's opinion— should be in the back to be more considerate to the shorter folks such as herself.

He went around to the back of the car and collected Anna's luggage before lugging them into the bus. Oaken was toying with keys, checking his watch and looking around expectantly. Rapunzel met with Anna on her side of the car, fiddling with her fingers anxiously, and "oohing" at the tour bus with a hint of longing in her green orbs.

The redhead wasn't so sure if she was to just parade inside and take her place as a new crew member just like that. Marshmallow didn't emerge after a few minutes. Instead, Elsa came climbing out, a scrap of paper in her grasp. Rapunzel and Anna both dropped their jaws against their will.

Bold, was Anna's first thought.

And that was the perfect word to describe Elsa. Bold. She was wearing black skinny jeans, blue Converse, and a sports bra with those gloves over her hands. Sashaying her way towards the slack-jawed cousins. And did Elsa ever have a body, the sports bra exposing her toned stomach. It was fit— the perfect kind of body to bounce and dance around the stage for hours on end— and her muscles were peeking out enough to know that they existed but enough to hide them beneath the skin.

How can someone just walk out like that? Anna asked herself, clamping her mouth shut and reaching over to do the same to Rapunzel. I could never pull that off.

"Anna, baby, so glad you could make it on time," Elsa purred. "You are… Punzie?"

"Rapunzel… but you can call me Punzie if it pleases you," Rapunzel peeped.

"Oh, please, she's not a queen," Anna objected.

"Au contraire, I am Queen Elsa to my fans," the punk teased, handing Rapunzel the paper that bore her autograph on it. "And I serve my subjects well." She leaned down and gave Rapunzel a kiss on the cheek much like she did to Anna on the night of the concert. "Thanks for the support. Any friend of Anna's is a friend of mine."

The brunette flushed and she pressed her lips together, trying to keep her cool in front of Elsa. Anna rolled her eyes, getting the strong feeling she was going to be doing a lot of that over the journey.

So much for being a special case, Anna went on to think.

"Anna, now that you're here, I can show you around what will be your home for the next three and a half months," Elsa said.

The ginger turned to her cousin with a smile. "Thanks for the ride," she said.

"Anytime," Rapunzel assured, grabbing Anna into a hug. "Have an awesome time. I'm glad you're doing something fun this summer."

"Ha… me too," Anna agreed. "Don't go too crazy while I'm gone."

"I'll try," Rapunzel winked. "Um, bye… Elsa. It's been an honor to meet you."

"It's always nice to meet my fans," Elsa assured.

Rapunzel rounded her car and jumped in the driver's seat, watching as Anna was dragged along by Elsa towards the tour bus. Anna looked over her shoulder, catching Rapunzel start to drive away, feeling a heaviness in her heart. Leaving her home was hard but not seeing her cousin, her best friend since birth, for three months except over FaceTime made Anna sad to go. Elsa paused, noticing Anna's sudden reluctance and frowned.

"Hey, look, if you really don't want to do this, I'm not gonna force you into it," Elsa said. "I admit, I was a little abrasive but I can get like that… you'll learn that on the way."

"No, I want to," Anna said with a firm nod, facing Elsa. "Everyone so far told me that this will be a good experience… I need to do something with my time other than study. I'm with you."

With a cat-like grin, Elsa clapped Anna hard on the shoulder.

"You're a fucking trooper, kid," Elsa praised. "I like that in you. Let's get on done with the tour so we can start our trip." She lead Anna up to Oaken, who was leaning against the bus. Anna was surprised he wasn't making it tilt with his humungous size and height. "This is Oaken. He's our body guard slash driver. He's a big teddy bear on the inside so don't get scared of him… just don't piss him off." The last part was whispered coolly into Anna's ear.

"Noted," Anna nodded weakly, waving her fingers at the large man.

He beamed down at her and waved with bear-paw-like hands. "Hoo-hoo, Anna!"

"Oaken, we'll leave in five minutes, cool?" Elsa said, stepping up the stairs.

"Yes, of course," Oaken nodded.

"C'mon, kiddo, lemme show you around," Elsa coaxed, grabbing Anna's hand and yanking her inside.

Anna's mouth fell open for the second time that day. The tour bus was incredible for such a new band. In the front was naturally a little area for the driver and a passenger to sit and watch the road as they crossed the country, a big leather seat to fit the mass that was Oaken with a big bus wheel. But the seats were separated from the rest of the bus by walls, creating an entrance to the main part of the bus. Anna stepped cautiously in, peeking around the place she was going to call home, her beat up knock-off sneakers making dull clicks on the hardwood floor.

When she stood in the doorway, she could see directly to the end. On her right was a large couch that was now housing Marshmallow, a booth that could seat four but was currently seating Sitron and Olaf, and an L-shaped kitchen that was the size of the couch, slightly going against the wall that separated the main room with three bunks tucked away in the wall down a small hall leading to the master bedroom. On her left was an entertainment center with a flatscreen against a hunk of sideways wall and another couch that was half the size of the one Marshmallow was resting against with an end table by the furthest arm, which was tucked between that and what Anna was assumed was the bathroom before it joined again with bunks.

Along the walls that were seen and not taken up by windows hung posters and guitars. There was a retro looking clock above the end table, the posters ranging from Dry Ice to No Doubt.

It was nothing like Anna had ever seen. It was so cozy that she was drawn into it like a bee to a flower, stepping deeper inside against her will, teal eyes flashing from the couches to the posters to the people hanging around. Elsa slid past her and beckoned her over.

"C'mon. There's a bit more you gotta see," she said.

"Hi, Anna!" Olaf greeted merrily, waving at her.

"Hey, goody-two-shoes," Sitron snorted.

Anna waved at them as she and Elsa strode into the small space between the bunks. Elsa pointed to an open door that led into the master bedroom with a queen sized bed and its own little television, dresser, and desk.

"This is my bedroom," Elsa said. "And right here—" She rested a gloved hand against a slanted door to the left of her bedroom door and a few inches away from the left bunk spaces. "—are your sleeping quarters. It's small and not a lot of walking space but I think it''ll suit you." Elsa threw the door open to reveal the tiniest room Anna had ever seen.

Carpet floored and the white walls, waiting to be papered with posters. Her bed was a twin, shoved up against the wall with a beside table with a lamp on top and clothing drawers underneath it between the bed and wall that separated her from Elsa. There were outlets for chargers and shelf space for other essentials above her pillow where her bags were waiting for her. At the foot of the bed, going up to the center of the wall was a shelf were a tiny television was resting.

"You're lucky to get this room. Olaf and Sitron have been arguing over it but I told them that this is for our special guest so they let you have it out of the kindness of the holes that used to hold their hearts," Elsa quipped. "It's not much…"

"I like it," Anna said. "Thank you."

"Fantastic," Elsa chuckled. "Get yourself all prepped. We should be heading off very shortly."

The punk left her in her new room, shutting the door behind her. Anna lowered herself onto the bed, feeling as if she was in a tiny hotel room. It smelled fresh, at least, like a maid had passed through here first thing in the morning. The redhead pulled out her clothes and started stuffing them into the drawers, setting up her things on the shelf space— thankful that there were mini railings at the edges to keep anything from falling on her whilst she slept— and kicked off her shoes. She rested in a supine position, gazing up at the ever white ceiling, rubbing her socked feet together as she thought.

This was really happening. She was actually going to travel around with the hottest band… no, the "coolest" band according to all the articles (which Anna thought was stupid since Dry Ice is actually hot to the touch but whatever the media was dumb).

Exhilaration thrummed through her veins as she allowed a smile bless her freckled features. She sat up and slid off the bed, ready to check out the rest of the bus and view what it had to offer. But as soon as she reached one of the couches, the ignition started and Anna was thrown off balance, landing on the couch. Dry Ice laughed and cheered, their journey across country just beginning.

"Next stop: Vegas!" Elsa whooped, punching the air with a gloved fist.

Anna was conflicted but now she is ready for some fun. I looked up so much information about tour buses and searched a bunch of pics and tried to collaborate a shit ton of different bus ideas. The color scheme I'm leading up to your imaginations so have fun. I picture it with warm colors but that's just me.

Oh, and if you didn't know: Sitron is the name of Hans' horse (confirmed by Jen Lee herself). I was gonna make Sven the bassist but I have plans for him later. Fun fact for the day.

Hijinks with the band coming your way.

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