I've been hooked on this idea and I think that's why I'm churning out so many chapters. I'll eventually slow my roll but in a good way. I have other fics to tend to, as well and I'd like this one to last.

Loving the feedback and I'm so glad you like it so far! Also check out "Sun Kissed" for some more Elsanna if you want :)

Watching the band from the inside was one of the most fascinating things Anna had ever witnessed. Sometime after she explored the bus, Anna had returned to her room to get a head start on some studying but found that it was hard to concentrate. She was too eager to sit still and stick her nose in a book for a few hours. So she had opted on listening to some music and took a short nap to regain the sleep she had lost from getting up early that morning.

But once she woke up from that, she was sitting in the booth of the bus, watching Olaf and Sitron play each other in a round of Guitar Hero. Elsa was in the kitchen, talking on the phone with their manager— according to Marshmallow— and said drummer was cuddled up in his bunk (which Anna was surprised to find he could fit inside).

It was like a normal family if Anna had ever seen one as an outsider. All her life, she was the only child in an average American family with Norwegian roots. A mother, a father, and a daughter in a two story house with a backyard and a dog. Classic.

But this family before her had no parents to be seen unless one counted Oaken as the father…

No, Anna mused. More like an uncle everyone loves.

As she tried to work everyone out in her head, she was joined in the booth by Elsa, sitting directly across from her, averting her vision from the guitarist and bassist bickering over the score and to the blonde.

"Excited?" Elsa asked, leaning back in the plush seat and throwing a toned arm across the top of it.

Anna tried her best not to leer. Lately girls had been her target for affections but Elsa wasn't her type… but her body was just sort of… there.

"Yeah, sure," Anna said, forcing herself to stare at Elsa's face. "So Vegas is our first stop?"

"That's our first concert stop, yeah," Elsa nodded. "It would be our first official stop from Arendelle but…" She threw a scowl over her shoulder. "Somebody fucking forgot to go grocery shopping."

Olaf cast her a reproachful glare, pouting as Sitron snickered.

"I was sidetracked with a few important things," Olaf defended, turning back to the screen.

"Yeah, that one chick that was running the register," Sitron mocked. "You couldn't step over the fucking threshold without whimpering."

Elsa rolled her eyes and kicked her now bare feet up on the seat across her, Anna grimacing slightly down at the blue and black painted toenails joining her. She noted the small tattoo on Elsa's ankle— an outline of a broken heart. How many tattoos did this girl have?

"I think it's sweet," Anna supplied, earning a smile from Olaf.

"As sickly sweet as it is, kid, we need to have food in here," Elsa pointed out. "Which has now become one of your jobs. I'll give you some cash and you get some groceries for the bus. Nothin' fancy. Anything that we can make without burning the place down."

"So I'm, what, your errand girl?" Anna said sourly.

"No, not at all," Elsa said with a shake of her head. "That's only every other stop depending on how much we devour over the trip. And, hey, thank fucking god for leftovers, am I right?"

"Uh-huh," the redhead said blandly. "What other tasks must I complete over this journey?"

"Ah… let's see." Elsa scratched the back of her head in thought. "You have to make sure that we have what we need backstage. And I'll tell you this now: I hate every single bottled water in the world except Arrowhead."

"Yeah she once threw a damn fit when this one town only had Fiji," Sitron said, he and Olaf starting a new round of Guitar Hero.

"I'm just saying, this is what roadies are for! Making sure I don't become a regular Justin Bieber," Elsa said, making Anna laugh.

"I'll keep that in mind," Anna promised. "What else?"

"Basically whatever else that I can come up with," Elsa said, shrugging. "Being a roadie isn't too hard. You're like a personal assistant but way cooler 'cause you're working for a band."

"Is she getting paid?" Marshmallow spoke up.

"'Course she is," Elsa said. "I'd be a bitch if I didn't pay the kid."

"You're a bitch otherwise," Sitron joked.

Elsa grabbed a napkin from the dispenser on the table, balled it up, and threw it at his head. Olaf let out a bark of laughter, victorious as he took the lead in the score for Sitron had distracted himself by whirling around to throw the napkin back at her.

"Ah, fuck!" Sitron cried, realizing his mistake and starting up again, trying to reach the score Olaf had gained.

Elsa and Anna watched the game for a while until a thought struck the ginger. She faced the celebrity and cleared her throat, catching Elsa's attention. The blonde quirked a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, Anna taking that as an invite to ask her question.

"I've got to know… why in the world did you want me as your roadie? Your good luck charm isn't a very convincing argument," Anna said.

"True, my motives are a little different. I suppose it's because you don't fawn over me like the rest of my fans do," Elsa said cockily.

"I don't think I will anytime soon," Anna countered.

"I'll soon change that."

"You're a very confident person, aren't you?"

"You don't even have to like me to know that, kid."

"I don't not like you," Anna said, shaking her head. "I'm just not a fan like you think."

Elsa rolled her eyes yet again that day. "Whatever, Anna, say what you want."

"You're incredibly frustrating, you know that, right?"

"That's her forte," Marshmallow quipped.

"You know, I think that's why you intrigue me so much," Elsa said, removing her feet from beside Anna so she could lean forward. "You're not afraid to tell me off and give me shit. Anyone else in my fandom wouldn't dare. It would kill them first… like if you're in the Marvel fandom and you try to insult Tom Hiddleston. It just doesn't work out because you can't. You have this courage that really speaks to me. It's pretty fucking bold."

"Me? Bold?" Anna snorted. "I'm not the one traipsing around in my sports bra."

"Valid point, kid," Elsa smirked. "And hey, why aren't you studying?"

"I couldn't concentrate. I'll get a jump on it tonight before I go to bed," Anna said.

"Shame. I thought you were gonna ditch the idea."

"Unlike you, I actually care about my education." Anna rose to her feet and scooted out of the booth. "When are we gonna stop so I can make a list on what to get at the market."

"You don't need a list, we're not picky," Olaf assured her.

"Yeah, don't sweat it," Elsa said, waving away Anna's comment.

Anna made her way back to her room as Elsa declared it was her turn to play Guitar Hero. As she reached the door, Marshmallow's hand had found its way on her shoulder. She looked behind her to find that the enormous man had slipped out of bed quieter than a church mouse. He smiled down at her and handed her a piece of paper with his childish scrawl on it with the words "grocery list" at the top.

"They're very picky but they don't like to admit it," he said gently, winking at her. "This'll help you out."

She smiled back at him. "Thank you," she breathed.

With a kind grunt, he turned back around and lumbered into the main area, sinking into the couch to watch Elsa try to best Olaf in a round of Guitar Hero. Anna entered her room and looked over the list. She found out that it was far more detailed than she had anticipated and struggled to let a giggle escape.

Grocery List:

Arrowhead water because Elsa's a priss.
Ramen noodles that are only beef flavored. Sitron won't allow anything else in the bus.
Any type fruit. But not too much or money will be wasted along with rotten fruit.
Popcorn but not Jiffy pop. I don't trust Olaf working an oven anymore.
Breakfast stuff but we usually eat out for breakfast so… up to you.
Sodas. Elsa likes Pepsi, Olaf likes Coke, Sitron likes Seven Up, and I frankly drink anything.
Chocolate. Tons of chocolate.
Häagen-Dazs Ice Cream. Any kind. Elsa loves the stuff.
Frozen Pizzas. Pepperoni is the best but again, any kind.
Instant meals that you find in the frozen section. Anything cheap but nothing with too many vegetables as a side.
Protein shake stuff. Elsa likes to keep her body image.
Snack packages like bags of chips that come in a box. It keeps them quiet.
Eggs.

Marshmallow was very blunt with his list but it was humorous nevertheless. Anna felt a rush of gratitude towards the drummer. She wouldn't have known any of this information if it weren't for him. Anna rested the list on her bedside table and tugged on her shoes just in case they came to a stop so she could run to the nearest market and provide the big babies with food.

She took another look around her little room, patting a tiny beat on her knees absentmindedly. Then she looked down at her hands and frowned. Even when they weren't on stage, everyone in the band wore gloves. Oaken wore gloves. Anna was the odd man out, her hands as bare and naked as a new born baby. She could count the constellations of freckles splattered against the back of her hand, trailing up her arms until her scrunched at the elbows sleeves stopped any wandering eyes from continuing the path of Anna's flawed skin.

Flaws, Anna thought. Mom said that a face without freckles… is like the sky without stars. Elsa has freckles…

Anna had taken notice to the punk's lightly dusted beauty marks across her cheeks. They were dark enough to stand out on her fair skin but light enough to be missed when someone gave her a furtive glance. She had seen Elsa up close— against her will— when the punk had leaned in to give her that kiss on the cheek.

The late morning melted into early afternoon, the tour bus chugging along the highway. Anna had actually got some studying done and read one of the books she brought along for entertainment. Around the late afternoon, she returned to the main area to find the bus exiting the freeway.

"We're stopping for lunch," Elsa explained as Anna stumbled over the turbulence of the road beneath them, trying to inch her way towards one of the couches. "You hungry? We're grabbing whatever."

"That's fine just—" Anna toppled over as they hit a bump, almost falling flat on her face. But her wrist was caught by Olaf's gloved hand, saving her from losing a tooth or two.

He grinned as he yanked her up. "Careful, ginger, or you'll be eating wood for lunch."

Sitron started cracking up and Elsa snorted into her fist. Marshmallow heaved a sigh, sending his older brother a look of slight disgust. Anna colored realizing the innuendo at her expense and balanced herself.

"Thanks for the save," she grunted, flopping on the couch. "Are we gonna be near a market so I can get the food?"

"Oaken, babe!" Elsa called. "Try stoppin' near a Ralph's or something so Anna can run a couple of errands for us."

"I'll keep my eyes open," Oaken replied, raising his right hand to signal he understood.

"Where are we now?" Anna asked, peering out the window.

"Just hit NoCal," Sitron said. "Took a while to leave Oregon."

Anna checked in her pocket to see if the list was there since she had left the room. She wondered how much Elsa would give her to spend so she could properly stock up the mini kitchen.

Slowly, the bus came to a halt in some parking lot and Elsa got to her feet, heading towards her bedroom. She returned with a shirt and a one hundred dollar bill, handing the latter to Anna.

"I'd like the change back, if you don't mind," she said. "This town looks pretty small so I'm sure you can find your way back here. Whaddya want from the fast food place?"

"Uh… anything. I don't care," Anna said.

"Cool. All right, boys, let's get going," Elsa said, pulling on her shirt.

At least she has some decency to not parade her body out in the general public, Anna thought, following them out of the bus. It would cause their fans to collapse for sure.

Oaken stepped out last and stood in front of the door, arms folded across his chest, making sure nobody came to ransack the place.

The band broke off from Anna and strode down the street to the nearest place for cheap, unhealthy food. The ginger, on the other hand, tucked the bill into her jeans pocket and started her journey to the market.

She returned first, balancing several bags on both arms. Oaken took notice to her struggle and rushed over to help, giving her a smile covered in a thick, light blonde mustache. Together they put away the food in the kitchen, stuffing the sodas in the fridge and the frozen meals in the freezer. She had managed to get all the items on the list and was very proud of herself for doing so. She hid the list in the top drawer of her bedside table for future reference and decided she would add to it when she learned more about Dry Ice and their preferences to food.

Once the band returned to the bus, Oaken started the engine and they headed off once again, everyone in the back indulging on Taco Bell. Halfway through the meal, Elsa inspected the newly stocked kitchen and nodded in approval.

"You've got good taste, kiddo, I'll give you that," Elsa said, smirking at Anna. "A lot of great choices." The punk stretched and massaged her neck. "I'm gonna do some writing for our next album. Knock if you need me." Elsa gave them a two-fingered salute before heading off. Sitron and Olaf returned to the television but instead pulled up a cartoon to watch.

Anna sent Marshmallow a smile and mouthed "thank you" to him. He inclined his head to her, clearing up the table.

It was her first night sleeping in her room and Anna was a little excited. She changed in the restroom into her pajamas— a T-shirt and boxer shorts— and brushed her teeth, re-braided her hair, and flossed. When she stepped out, Elsa was drinking water in the kitchen in nothing but a bra and boxers and her ever present gloves.

"Dude, what the hell?" Anna cried, flailing an arm.

"The female body is nothing but natural, Anna," Elsa said wisely. "It's sexualized against its will."

"I just don't want to walk out and see you in nothing but your bra and boxers over your undies," Anna whined.

"I don't wear underwear beneath my boxers unless it's for a monthly reason," Elsa told her, quirking a brow.

Anna flushed and rolled her teal eyes. "Whatever. But what about them?" She jabbed a finger at the boys who were oblivious to the conversation between them, eyes glued to the TV. "Boys are… are…"

"Are very well aware that I date girls," Elsa finished. "And they're like my brothers. They don't care. Plus, Oaken is married to his husband." The blonde smirked. "But thanks ever so much for your concern."

"Shut up," Anna grumbled. "Fine, whatever."

"And you're wearing boxers, too."

"In lieu of sleeping pants and I own panties, thank you very much."

Elsa snickered as Anna huffed back to her room, loving the fact she was getting under Anna's skin and making her hot and bothered. The redhead shut the door behind her and she stuffed the clothes back into one of the bags before collapsing onto the bed. She studied for a few minutes before she decided that her phone was calling for her to check out Tumblr.

She fell asleep shortly afterward, the humming and chugging of the bus lulling her into a dreamless slumber, her arms hugging the soft pillow, the clean sheets crisp over her lithe figure. She was thankful that her room had its own little air conditioning otherwise she would have been hot underneath the blankets and the tightness of the room around her.

Her thoughts wandered, as she fell asleep, to the concert ahead. Her first official day on the job was soon upon her.

That morning, they were crossing the border from California to Nevada, heading down to meet with the infamous Sin City where gamblers and big shots came to enjoy themselves for a weekend or so, creating memories that will forever fester in the walls of hotel rooms, strip clubs, and casinos.

The bus parked behind a large theatre where Dry Ice would be featured that night. The band stepped out, adrenaline rushing through their veins. Anna followed meekly behind them, taking in the sight of Vegas as it boomed before her. She wondered how it would look at night with all the lights blinding the occupants of the streets. Elsa threw her arms around Anna's neck and pulled her into a side hug.

"Look at this place, kid!" Elsa said, extending her other arm and gesturing to the city splayed out before them. "A place where everyone can let go for a few hours and commit the sins they've always yearned to… except murder… well… fuck, I'm certain there have been plenty of those here."

"That's great and all but aren't I supposed to be helping set up?" Anna asked, wriggling out of Elsa's hug, poking a finger to Oaken who was unloading the equipment from the space that was gutted on the side of the bus, underneath the windows, that homed the drum sets and guitars and other items essential for the band.

"Ah, you'll have time for that later. You're nineteen, you can't gamble but we'll find other things to do," Elsa said. "Oaken, are you all good here? Need techies to help out?"

He gave her the thumbs up. "Go on and have fun. Just remember that you have to be back before lunch for practice."

"Of course," Elsa nodded, pressing a hand against Anna's back and shoving her forward. "C'mon, babe, let's sleaze you up somehow."

I'm slowly realizing this is becoming a big mistake, Anna thought bitterly as she was led onto the strip like a dog on a leash.

The band started going through shops, chatting loudly and gaining much attention from local and visiting fans. People eventually swarmed them, Anna being scooted aside by one particularly snide girl. With a roll of her teal eyes, she viewed Dry Ice as they signed autographs and T-shirts, the four of them glowing with all the praise and attention they were getting, eating it up like an all-day buffet one of these casinos was sure to have.

She decided to let them be and walk around on her own, view Vegas in a different life. There was something in the back of her mind that wanted her to get her fake ID that was back in the bus and gamble a little. But that thing was for emergencies only.

"Jesus, if Elsa could hear me, she'd laugh in my face," Anna grunted.

She continued to stride down the sidewalks in the sweltering, dry heat that was the desert surrounding her, thinking about her new position as a roadie. What would she do once she got on stage? Help out with tech? Make sure the equipment was in place? Elsa had told her that Anna had to simply ensure that needs were met but there had to be something more to that, right?

Deciding that she had enough of the heat, she trekked back to where she had left the band surrounded and drowning in fans. But they weren't there. With a heavy sigh, Anna stuck her hands in her pockets and made her way to the bus, hoping to be useful in a job she was given.

Anna found Oaken by the bus, carrying Olaf's ice-white guitar tenderly in his paws. He jerked his head to the right, indicating he wanted her to follow him.

"Do the others know you're back here?" Oaken asked.

"Are you kidding? They were swallowed by fans and I was left abandoned on the strip to be eaten by buzzards," Anna mumbled, tugging on one of her braids. "Or be discovered by a pimp… or seduced by a group of hookers… or wake up some time the next morning with the boys in a trashed hotel room, Elsa's missing, I'm married to a stripper, and we slug around Vegas with someone else's baby trying to find the stupid idiot herself."

Oaken chuckled. "I'm sure they're just distracted. They'll be along soon."

"Yeah. Okay, can you tell me what to do here? I'm a little nervous," she admitted.

"I'll show you the steps," he promised.

The pair made it to the stage door and Oaken flashed his crew member ID to a security guard. Anna searched for hers and realized she had yet to get one. The guard looked her over and pursed his lips.

"She's with me," Oaken said, placing a big hand on her shoulder kindly.

The security guard shrugged and allowed them inside. Once they entered, the climbed up a flight of stairs to the main stage area.

"Whoa," Anna breathed.

Techies were swarming the stage, setting up for the concert ahead. Roadies for the opening band were strolling around, checking that equipment was in the right place for any and all set changes. Security guards lumbered about the audience with clean-up crew, the sounds of sweeping clashing with drills and clangs of metal on metal.

"It is impressive, yah?" Oaken grinned.

"Way cool," Anna said. "So… what do I have to do?"

"Find a caterer and see if anything Dry Ice has requested has been fulfilled," Oaken said. "Remember, Elsa prefers Arrowhead, Marshmallow is fine with just about anything, Olaf's preferred snack is peanut M&Ms, and Sitron… he's hard to please but if you have Seven Up he'll keep his mouth shut."

"Right… thanks, Oaken," Anna said. "But don't I need a crew ID like you?"

He sighed. "Elsa should have given you one. Here, stay put and I'll grab you an extra from the bus glove compartment. We'll make it official on the way to Tucson with a photo… I'll be right back." He handed her Olaf's guitar and stumped off.

As she waited, she took in the backstage area around her. There was a wide open hallway that lead to dressing rooms and sitting areas. A table with snacks and beverages was tucked against a wall with some roadies hovering over it with hungry eyes. A group of crew members were smoking by the entrance to the stage, watching as some techies ascended a glass chandelier that looked as if it were made of ice, Anna assuming it was for Dry Ice's set. Drums were being tested and guitars tuned, mics checked and speakers plugged in.

Watching the behind the scenes right before her very eyes made every single movie about a concert's backstage story look like absolute crap. Seeing it for herself was more intoxicating and enticing than being in the audience and simply watching the band play. With the magic and power of the tech crew and roadies made it all worth while.

The next thing she knew, Oaken was approaching her with Dry Ice trailing behind him, sodas in their grips.

"Sorry about us losing you, kid," Elsa said, not looking apologetic at all.

"Yeah, whatever," Anna grunted, taking the ID from Oaken. "Thanks…" She gave him the guitar and he strode over to set it up.

"We got you a Pepsi," Elsa said, shoving a styrofoam cup with a plastic lid into Anna's hands. "Dunno if you like the stuff but we figured you'd be thirsty. Did you come straight here after we lost you?"

"Ah, no, I walked around for a bit…" Anna said, toying with her straw. "Thanks for the drink."

Elsa sent her a soft smirk. "No prob. Now you get to watch us practice."

"Lemme do a few things. I'll listen in," Anna said, heading off towards the snack table. The bottles of water were, thankfully, Arrowhead. She called forth a caterer and asked for some peanut M&Ms and Seven Up sodas, showing her ID and telling him she was with the band. He nodded in understanding and went off to fulfill the needs of the members.

She made a few rounds about the stage, getting a feel for what her job for the summer was going to be like. Oaken ended up calling for her help and she assisted him in moving around some equipment on stage. Dry Ice was practicing their sets, Elsa singing into the mic and making the experience a lot more bearable with some entertainment.

Anna paused for a moment while assisting a techie with bolting in gigantic wooden snowflakes on the sides of the stage to watch Elsa as she maneuvered her way around the stage as if a sea of fans were out in the audience already. Her hips were swaying in the hypnotic way again, her boots stomping and echoing on the stage. Olaf's mastery at the guitar was incredible, his fingers flying over the strings and his goofy face contorted into deep concentration. Sitron would bounce his head to the beat, occasionally sharing a grin with Olaf from across the stage. Marshmallow hit the drums hard and would slam his eyes shut, feeling the music instead of simply playing along and keeping the pace.

"Yo, I asked for another nail!" snapped the techie. "Get your head out of the clouds, kid!"

That nickname didn't sound as appealing when it was yelled at her by a stranger and she found herself preferring Elsa's purring voice calling her "kid."

"S-sorry," Anna mumbled, tearing her eyes away from a sashaying Elsa and handed him his requested nail.

During a break, Anna found the band in their dressing room, the four of them playing a game of poker with some chips that were supplied them. Elsa beckoned Anna over and the redhead sat beside her, watching the game progress.

"Since it's a private game, you want in? No buy in since it's for shits and giggles," Elsa said.

"C'mon, ginger ale, play with us," Sitron said, a cigarette between his teeth.

"That's the world's most ridiculous nickname," Anna told him.

"Deal with it," Sitron said, taking a long drag before tapping off some ash. "Alright, Olaf, I'll call your bluff." He tossed a couple of chips in, the plastic making a cheerful clacking noise as they bounced on the wooden table. "Elsa, your go."

"Mm…" The punk looked over the community cards, rubbing her lower lip between her top and bottom teeth. "I think I'll fold." She slid her two cards into the discard pile. "I don't want to lose to either of you."

Marshmallow, who had already folded, chuckled. Anna watched as Olaf dealt the final card into the community line-up. Neither he nor Sitron showed any signs of emotion as they contemplated their next move.

"Call," Olaf said, pushing out two chips.

"Raise," Sitron declared.

"You're so damn impulsive," Elsa said.

"Go big or go home," Sitron said.

Olaf rolled his eyes and called his raise. They turned over their cards to reveal that Olaf hadn't been bluffing in the slightest. Sitron swore and threw his cards across the table, scowling. Elsa, Marshmallow, and Anna laughed as Olaf smugly collected his winnings.

"So, Anna, are you in or out?" Olaf asked, his face brightening as he looked at her.

"Uh… sure," Anna shrugged. "Why not."

As it turned out, Anna was actually not very able to be discreet with her private cards. Her poker face was the worst thing in the world, giving everyone present a hint on whether or not she had a good hand. Elsa would keep beating her, snorting into her gloved fist when Anna would pout.

Surprisingly enough to almost everyone present, Anna was not the ultimate loser. Sitron and his impulse lead him to going all-in against Elsa, the poor idiot bluffing as hard as he could. When Elsa upturned two aces with a straight face, the bassist kicked over the chair he had been sitting on and stormed out of the room.

With the door open, the remaining four heard the rumble and hum of fans entering the theatre. Elsa sucked in a breath and her icy eyes fell to the floor.

"God… it sounds like a huge crowd tonight," she whimpered.

Anna turned to her, bewildered to actually hear the sound of fear from the rockstar. Marshmallow rose to his feet and slammed the door, muffling the sounds of the awaiting people in the seats.

Wait, isn't this part of my job? Anna reminded herself.

As Olaf sat at the vanity to touch up his hair gel and Marshmallow adjusted his gloves, Anna reached over and rested a tender hand on Elsa's knee, grabbing the blonde's attention.

"Hey, look," Anna said calmly, "everyone out there is ready to see the world's most famous rockstar right now. But it's perfectly normal to get… cold feet." She tried for a pun and successfully elicited a laugh from Olaf. Fighting a smile, Anna continued. "But I saw you on stage during rehearsal today and you own the ground you walk on. Now, I may not worship it but I can respect it… for now, at least."

The corners of Elsa's mouth twitched and spread into a grin. "You're right. Ha, thanks, Anna." She slugged Anna in the arm playfully. "See? You're better at this than you made yourself believe." She jumped to her feet as Sitron ran inside, shutting the door behind him anxiously.

"Holy balls in hell that's a lot of fucking people," he gasped. "I think this is the biggest crowd we've played for ever!"

"Sitron, you moron!" Anna whined as Elsa's eyes widened. "She was just fine until you had to be a… be a…"

"An asshole?" Olaf supplied.

"Yeah, that!" Anna said ("Do you not swear out loud?" Sitron asked but was ignored by all). "Elsa, it'll be fine! Those people are your subjects and you're their queen. Make 'em bow down!" Anna thrust an enthusiastic fist in the air. "Your smirk has been rumored to destroy the world, didja know that? Make it happen!"

"We still have the opening band's slot," Marshmallow pointed out. "Elsa can't exactly do that until—"

"You're not helping," Anna snapped.

"No, no, I'll be fine," Elsa promised. "I'll keep that in mind, kiddo. Thanks."

The show went off without a problem, Elsa dominating the stage with her powerhouse voice and scrumptious hips, the crowd eating up every lyric and chanting her name. The after party was to be held in the Mirage Hotel in some deluxe suite supplied to them by the owners of the theatre.

A party in which Anna was forced to attend.

When the show had ended, the band refreshed themselves in their dressing room just as they had back in Arendelle until Anna had come to collect them. She had made a comment about heading to the bus in order to study and then hit the hay but Elsa would hear none of it. She grabbed Anna by the hand and literally dragged her to the hotel, the boys hooting and hollering with excitement.

"Don't worry, kid, I managed to get you your own private room, just as you requested," Elsa said in her ear as they headed into the lobby. "But you have to stay at the party for at least two hours and have three drinks for me to give you the key."

"You're the worst," Anna grumbled.

"Baby, just roll with it!" Elsa said.

"But I don't have any of my things," Anna complained.

"It's not like we're staying here for three nights or whatever," Olaf added, the five of them piling into the elevator. "Just overnight. You can shower off the sins in the morning and change into clean clothes when we get back on the bus!"

"You guys are trying to kill me or something," Anna said.

"Not today," Marshmallow joked.

"Spectacular," Anna sighed.

They reached the top floor where a bunch of groupies and fans were already waiting. Everyone cheered when Elsa stepped over the threshold of the elevator and right into the room. The band was engulfed by the crowd, Anna tagging along for Elsa's gloved hand was still gripped around her wrist.

By midnight, Anna was reaching her first hour and a half, nursing her second drink. It was some weird concoction that Sitron pushed into her hand and Anna's tongue was tracing the top of the straw as she stuck it inside her mouth. There was a slight hazy buzz hanging over her head as she people-watched.

It wasn't the first time Anna had alcohol or similar substances underage. She had been to plenty of Rapunzel's sorority mixers and Hans was always there to share a beer with her every now and then when they had dated. But she was refraining from drinking herself silly so she could be refreshed by the time they hit the road to Tucson the following morning.

Over the night, she had found the band members scattered with different groups of people. Olaf was usually found with a few fans, talking them up and making them laugh. And it wasn't the I'm-a-fan-so-I'll-laugh-for-you kind of laughs. It was pure, genuine laughter. Anna could tell the difference. Fake laughter was sometimes overdramatic if done by an amateur but if done by a professional, it wouldn't be as rich as a true laugh. A real laugh was when someone's face lit up like New York City at night, their smiles would grow wide, and the laughter was always uplifting to everyone around them. And Olaf was some kind of laugh master.

Marshmallow was a wallflower, like Anna, but people actually came up to talk to him. Occasionally he would wander around and talk with Olaf's group or go and flirt with some of his female fans, a goofy grin on his face. It was as if he wanted the attention and wasn't afraid to earn it. Anna was usually a social butterfly but this wasn't exactly her crowd. She had tried to chat up a few people but eventually found herself leaning against the wall with half of that bitter drink Sitron had given her.

Speaking of Sitron, he was the loudmouth. He would stand up on the bar, do something stupid, and get laughs that way. He was drunk already, begging people to dare him to do some odd task that he ended up doing anyway, attempting the claim the title of "dare king" by the end of the evening.

Elsa was a different story. As popular as she was, she only stuck to one specific group. Some of her worshipers— mostly girls— who would giggle and flirt with her all night. She was buzzed, no doubt about that, and had that look in her icy eyes that told Anna lust was winning over everything else in her body. She wondered if Elsa was the kind of rockstar that slept around, taking advantage of her inebriated fans and insist they should call themselves lucky.

When Anna had torn her eyes from Elsa to watch Sitron bolt to the restroom to most likely vomit the ten pounds of finger foods he had shoved into his mouth, she couldn't help but groan. This was the kind of thing she was afraid of: wasting her time at parties where the only people she knew were off and doing their own thing. She gazed hopelessly down at her drink, pondering on whether or not the drunk Elsa could be convinced that Anna had drunk more than she had and stayed longer.

Deciding that she wanted to get to bed and sleep this night off, she gave her drink to some random party-goer— who downed it in half a second— and started pushing her way through the crowd to the huddle of couches where Elsa was sitting. When she shouldered around a taller girl, she found Elsa making out with some groupie— or fan, Anna couldn't tell— beer cans and bottles littered along the floor.

Not caring she was interrupting this session, Anna tapped Elsa on the shoulder, causing the punk to pull away from her potential one night stand.

"What?" Elsa slurred.

"My time and drink limit is up," Anna told her, raising her voice so she could be heard over the music. "Give me my card."

"Fine," Elsa grunted, shoving a hand in her pocket and handing Anna the key card. "Floor right below us. 407, I think." She gave Anna a sloppy smirk as the girl started kissing Elsa's neck. "You sure you wanna leave, kiddo? You're gonna miss out."

"I'll live, thanks," Anna said. "Do I need to get you some sort of protection?"

"First of all, I'm unable to get any of these gals pregnant 'cause it's anatomically impossible. Second, Mom, I'm clean," Elsa gargled before shoving her lips onto the girl's once again.

Anna rolled her eyes and began to dive her way back into the crowd and towards the elevator. Sitron spied her and asked where she was going but before she could answer, he was whisked away by a few fans. Olaf and Marshmallow didn't see her leave so Anna was in the clear, jabbing the down button and stepping into the elevator.

Once the doors slid shut, the music and noise was muffled and Anna could enjoy some peace and quiet for the rest of the night.

They finally trudged onto the bus around ten in the morning, Anna and Oaken sitting at the booth with McDonald's breakfast spread out in front of them, four individual meals waiting for the hung over Dry Ice on the kitchen counter.

"Have a nice night?" Anna asked slyly, her headache from the small amount of alcohol long gone.

"Fuck off," Elsa moaned, grabbing one of the bags and forcing Anna to scoot aside for her to sit.

The three boys gathered their breakfasts as well and went to different points in the bus to munch on a well deserved meal.

"How'd that girl do you for last night?" Anna said to Elsa.

"What? Oh, that chick I was making out with? That's all we did," Elsa said. "I pick and choose my sex partners, kid."

"Shocking."

"Why? How so? I give myself and the girl dignity?"

"Nothing… never mind." Anna bit into her hash browns, enjoying the unhealthy fried food.

"Oaken," Olaf grunted from the couch. "Is it true that whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?"

"It should be so, yah," Oaken confirmed.

"Great… that's good news," Olaf said weakly, nodding.

"Shall we hit the road to leave the Vegas happenings behind us?" Oaken offered, squeezing out of the booth and walking to the steering wheel.

"Please," everyone but Anna begged.

"To Tucson, then!" Oaken said cheerfully.

The engine roared to life and Oaken maneuvered the bus out of the parking lot and to the open road, chugging down the street and to the highway. Anna glanced out the window beside her to watch the rolling desert, the sound of the hungover grunts of the band fading away.

Although last night wasn't her favorite, it was actually fun. Hanging out backstage with a popular band, watching a concert come to life, listen to music for free, go to a party and try out a few drinks, and flop down into a hotel bed she didn't have to pay for. Sometime that morning, Elsa had slipped her a one hundred dollar bill, saying she'd give Anna more if she could but there were some billing complications that she had to clear up or something. Anna didn't really hear the reason but she was getting paid very well for basically being a motivator.

Yeah, she thought smugly, leaning back in the book and taking a sip of her hot chocolate. I can get used to this.

Next time: some fun with the boys in the band and Anna.

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