Here we go!

The concert, like so many others before them, was a great success. Anna spent most of her time in the dressing room helping get the band ready and motivating Elsa to get out on stage. The blonde seemed more at ease when Anna kept telling her she was perfect— although there was a dumb smile on Anna's face that told everyone she was having a hard time not giggling because she knew very well she was only beefing up Elsa's already inflated ego. During the concert, Anna was side stage, watching them preform.

As obnoxious as some of them were, Anna was coming to appreciate their music and how passionate they were about their talent. The way they all collaborated flawlessly on stage, Olaf and Sitron teasingly mimicking Elsa's hip movements, making her giggle in the middle of a song, only to further please the audience, loving how carefree the lead singer was. Sometimes the three of them would stand in a line center stage during an instrumental break and do some goofy synchronized jump, moving left and right with their feet. It was a silly move but the crowd seemed to like it, cheering them on. It made the punks look fun and relatable.

Once more, Anna was dragged to the after party. However she was pleased to see the party wasn't as insane as the one back in Vegas. It was in some club in an upstairs room where there was a dance floor and full bar. The music was pounding against the walls and fans were wall to wall.

"So!" Elsa said loudly as they walked over the threshold. "You should go out, have fun, and flirt with a couple of guys to take home with you." Elsa winked down at Anna, smirking suggestively.

"Elsa, I don't date boys anymore," Anna responded, the musicians pushing past them to head into the party to get their night full of fun started.

"Really?" Elsa said, her eyebrows shooting upwards. "I just assumed."

"Boys have been bad luck lately," Anna admitted.

Elsa started laughing. "Well, then. Find some cute girls!" She pat Anna on the shoulder supportingly and headed off after her band mates.

With her new outfit, Anna was able to chat with a few people, downing a few non-alcoholic drinks. She even danced with a couple of girls. She didn't have any intention on taking anyone back to the hotel room. That wasn't how she rolled.

But it was nice to not be a wallflower for once.

At one point, Sitron told her to loosen up and just have one drink before the party was over. Deciding to go with the flow, Anna went up to the bar and flashed her crew member ID, wondering if that would get her a drink without an actual ID.

And it did.

Perks, I suppose, she thought pleasantly, a beer being slid down the bar and into her grip.

She took a swig, her cheeks being warmed by the delicious brew. She peered out into the crowd, trying to spot the members of the band. Sitron had found a rather drunk fan and he himself was hammered, kissing her messily against the wall, causing Anna roll her eyes. Olaf was, as usual, making the group around him laugh until no sound was coming out, tears in their eyes. Marshmallow and a few fans were talking a few feet away about something that was making the big guy smile.

Elsa was no where to be found, no doubt dancing with some fan in the mess of bodies swarming the dance floor or drinking with a friend or possibly flirting with someone against the wall, making their knees weak with one minuscule sashay of her hips or brush of her lips on their ear as she whispered something into it.

When Anna looked to her left, she found some guy with a skin-tight black shirt, tattoos all over his arms, spiked up brown hair, and jeans that were a little too baggy on him, causing them to slump down until the top of his boxers showed and he was— ugh— sagging. His breath smelled like alcohol and he clearly had one too many, his irises darkening as he continued to leer at her.

Fuck, Anna thought.

"Hey," he said, leaning closer.

Anna leaned back, averting her eyes.

"What's your name?" he continued. "Ah, it don't matter. We both know that this'll be just for the night."

"Excuse me, but you're not my type," she told him bluntly. And I'm not drunk enough to find you the least bit attractive.

"Awh, Babe, we can change that," he said, leaning further towards her and pressed his mouth uncomfortably close to her ear.

"I mean that seriously. I'm not into guys," she whimpered.

Her excuses were failing and she knew it. This douche wasn't going to take no for an answer and she was terrified. Nobody was watching her being harassed by a drunk and horny… well… Anna was sure he was some kind of frat boy by the amount of liquor he appeared to consume and the way he dressed like he was a wanna-be rapper.

He gripped her wrists tightly, slopping beer all down her front, her (new) black shirt that had R2D2 with a mohawk on the front becoming soaked. He grinned down at it, giving Anna chills. The leather gloves fell just below her wrists so she couldn't slip out of his grasp as slickly as she would have liked. The material made it much harder, causing a tough friction when she attempted to move, the sticky, sweaty residue from earlier that day keeping her hands in place inside the glove.

"C'mon, let's go back to my place and I'll teach you why guys like me are the shit," he growled.

"I can already tell you're shit, thank you very much," Anna spat at him. She hardly ever swore out loud but this situation called for it. She wasn't going down without a fight at least.

He scowled. "I'm not asking your opinion!"

Meanwhile, Elsa had a fan at her mercy, kissing her temple and lips, causing the girl to squeal in delight. She wasn't too far away to not hear Anna, and paused her kissing fest when the cry of her roadie reached her ears. She whipped her head in the direction of the bar and saw a rather repulsive boy trying to force himself on her. Something snapped in her, a protective instinct kicking in like a ranging snow storm. Anna was clearly not interested and was appearing desperate, trying to get away from him.

"I'm sorry," Elsa breathed into her fan's ear. "I need to handle something."

Before she could respond, Elsa had vanished, her combat boots leading her to a scared Anna and a drunk offender. When she reached them, everything after that was the most swift and most fluid movement Anna had ever seen. Her shoulder was grabbed by a gloved hand, she was pulled back and the man's hold on her wrist slackened, she was suddenly standing behind Elsa, witnessing her sink her other fist into the man's stomach. All of that happened in such a blur, the only thing she registered fully was Elsa punching the guy. He doubled over, trying to keep his insides from coming up his throat, clutching his abdomen in excruciating pain.

He let out a mangled cry and people around them started to back off, Elsa letting go of Anna's shoulder so she could continue berating this asshole. She shoved the heel of her hand into his shoulder and forced him to stand up straighter so she could look him in his pathetic eyes.

"Did she fucking say yes to you, pig?" Elsa snarled into his face.

The club went silent, everyone watching the lead singer scowl into this stunned man's astonished expression.

"Did she consent to you?" she continued, digging her fingers into his skin, the thin shirt not doing much to protect him.

"Ah! N-no!" he spluttered.

"Oh, so you do know that word," Elsa growled snidely. "Next time a girl says it, how about you fucking back off." She kneed him between the legs and he sank to the floor, groaning and holding his wounded pride.

Elsa stood back, cracking her knuckles. That's when she realized all eyes were on her. She rolled her icy orbs and spread her arms.

"What are you staring at?" she demanded. "Get back to partying and ignore this fuckface."

The music started up again and everyone returned to the party around them. Elsa turned on her heel and grabbed Anna's hand, but not unkindly like he had.

"C'mon, kid, let's get out of here," Elsa said. "I feel like eating Mexican food. I'm buying."

Without any words to say, Anna allowed Elsa to take her out of the club, down the stairs, and into the warm summer night. She simply watched her savior of the evening as she led them around the town, looking for a Mexican restaurant that was open this late.

But the only thing that was available was a Taco Bell.

Elsa didn't care. She took it anyway.

They entered the fast food joint that was full of drunk college kids and stoners, all of them loudly talking about what they wanted to their friends. Elsa managed to fight her way to the front and ordered a bunch of things Anna didn't hear. She was still in shock over how easily Elsa took down that guy. That powerful punch in the gut must've hurt looking at how fast he went down.

When they got their orders in plastic bags, Elsa took Anna outside and they sat on the curb in the dead night, feasting on their late dinner.

"Thank you," Anna finally choked out. "You didn't… I could have—"

"Yes, I did and no, you couldn't have," Elsa responded, biting into a taco, her face still set in a furious glare. "He was a disgusting pervert and deserved that punch. Although, he didn't deserve me touching him." She glanced at Anna, her gaze softening. "You okay, kiddo?"

"Yeah, I'll be okay," Anna confirmed, biting meekly into her meal.

"My social faux pas better not show up in the papers," the punk muttered.

Anna choked on her quesadilla. "That's a big term for you, Elsa. Faux pas! Wow."

Elsa punched her in the shoulder. "I know my vocabulary, teach, you don't have to act surprised I aced the test of fucking life."

"You're impossible."

They sat in silence for a while, Elsa's icy eyes upturned to the heavens, taking in the sight of the stars dancing across the sky. Anna imagined Elsa lazily sticking a cigarette between her pale lips and taking a long drag, blowing out the smoke gently into the air but reminded herself that Elsa didn't smoke. The image was entertaining to say the least.

Sitting on a curb in the black night was comforting. It was just the two of them, the occasional passing car, crickets, and the lone howl of a coyote in the distance. It wasn't cold enough for their breath to smoke out or warm enough to be fanning their faces, it was the perfect kind of temperature. Like a fresh spring afternoon after a rainfall. And Anna was oddly content eating junk food with a rock sensation on the side of the road, watching the city of Tucson fall asleep.

"So… this may seem like a stupid and personal question," Elsa said, breaking the silence, "but I really want to know. Who was your first time?"

She didn't need to look at Anna to see the blush that fanned across her freckled cheeks. Anna fidgeted and tangled her fingers together, trying to keep calm.

"It was…" She cleared her throat. "It was Hans."

"That's unfortunate," Elsa said sympathetically.

Anna giggled. "Yeah, you could say that. But he made me unafraid of… y'know, getting a little naughty." Elsa snorted into her fist and Anna pressed on, smiling. "Which was good news for my next serious relationship, which was my first girlfriend."

"Oh yeah? What was she like?"

"Awesome. I mean, we were really great friends beforehand. Her name was Merida and we were the feistiest couple on campus." Anna smiled wider, becoming lost in fond memories. "We dated for half a year and we just couldn't get enough of each other. We'd go see our college football games, snuggle underneath this blanket her mom made for her in the winter, her parents and my parents got along, and both of our families really just adored the hell out of our relationship…" Her smile faded. "But then she had to move back to Scotland with her family for her father's business. We broke it off but still talk on Facebook and stuff. We're friends." She leaned forward and got a taco out of the bag, unwrapping it and munching on the hard shell. "Sucks 'cause I thought we'd go the distance. I had a few hook ups with boys before her but I could never get past making out. I was too hurt by Hans. So I dated girls and… well… they were so much better. I was still hesitant to, you know, go there. But then Merida came along." It was then she realized her mouth was running without an off button. Was Elsa even interested in her rambling? "Sorry, Elsa, I didn't mean to tell you my love life's story."

The punk laughed, licking the grease off her exposed fingers. "It's okay. I like hearing you talk. You're very… animated. In a good way, I assure you." She sent Anna a smirk. "You've got quite the track record for being only nineteen."

"Well, I started dating Hans when I had just turned eighteen and lost my v-card about two months later," Anna admitted. "So it's not really news."

"Ah, I see," Elsa said, nodding.

"How about you? I spilled, now it's your turn," Anna said, grinning.

"There's actually not much to tell."

Anna gasped dramatically, clutching her heart. "Is this true!?"

Elsa rolled her eyes. "I told you, I pick and choose my lovers." She took a sip of her Pepsi. "At first, I dated around to get a feel of my sexuality. I didn't get too big of a chance in high school because of… reasons." She shifted in her seat nervously. "It was when I was eighteen when I started really trying to figure it out. I hooked up with more girls than boys, though. Last year or so I dated this guy for a few months because I thought, hey why not give guys a try and see where it takes me… it didn't really work out. So I stepped back and analyzed the relationships before him. And every single one that turned out to be a success— up until the break ups and whatever— were with girls. It was then I realized that, shit, I really, really liked girls." She put down her drink and pulled her knees up to her chest. "But I still picked and chose the girls in the end. I was focusing too much on my career to get into anything too serious. My first time sexually was with a girl, actually, when I was seventeen. One night stand. Then after this big life changing thing, I decided that I had to really trust my next one."

"Olaf was right. You are hard to read," Anna teased her.

Elsa cracked a grin. "When you and I are closer friends, I think I can reveal what I want to you. But you'll have to wait. It all depends on circumstance."

"I'm prepared to earn that trust," Anna said stubbornly. "You'll see."

"I can't wait to see you try, kid."

After they finished their bag of Taco Bell, they headed to the bus instead of the hotel. It was a closer walk anyway, Elsa reasoned, and the hotel rooms they rented were shit.

"Olaf has the keys," Elsa had continued. "And I don't think we can pry one off of him easily."

Oaken was in his chair when Elsa knocked on the closed door. He opened it up and let them in jovially before sliding it shut behind them. As they passed through the doorway, Anna leaned towards Elsa to hiss in her ear.

"Where does he sleep?" she asked.

"To be honest, I've never seen him sleep," Elsa responded quietly, taking a hook that was in the doorway and pulled an actual door out, the thing sliding smoothly against the hardwood floor to give them some privacy.

It was like one of those doors in a kitchen that separated it from a dining room. Anna used to play with the one she had at her house when she was little until her mother told her to knock it off. But now it was a decent add-on to the bus, complete with a small lock to hold it in place.

Elsa pointed down at the couch and Anna obeyed, sinking into the plush exterior. Elsa picked up a remote and turned on the television, flipping through the inputs until she landed on the game slot. She tossed Anna a Playstation remote and flopped down beside her with her own and they played a few rounds of a co-op game Anna had never heard of. But it was fun with just the two of them playing in silence, their Taco Bell digesting.

When the game tired, they decided to call it a night, Elsa stumbling into her room and Anna heading into hers. She changed, snuggled into the still crisp sheets, and sighed. It had turned from bad to better really fast and she had Elsa to thank for it.

The bus hit a hard bump and Anna woke up with a start, bolting upwards, only to bang her head on the shelf.

"Awh, fuck!" she groaned, clutching the throbbing bruise.

"Language!" came Sitron's teasing voice from the other room, eliciting a laugh from the others.

Pouting, Anna slumped out of bed as carefully as possible, the turbulence of the bus not doing her clumsiness much justice. She managed to make it to the bathroom without falling or tripping over her own feet. When she finished getting ready for the day and returned her pajamas to her bedroom, she joined Elsa and Olaf in the booth, leaning her arms on the tabletop and smiled sleepily at them.

"G'morning," she yawned.

"Morning," Elsa said. "You're up late."

"What time is it?" Anna mumbled, blinking slowly.

"Almost ten. But we've yet to get breakfast," Olaf said. "Going to a diner in a bit for some good ol' fashion American food."

"Cool. So what's our next stop?" Anna asked.

"We actually have to stop in this town near Santa Fe 'cause our manager got us a little gig for a detour between here and Salt Lake City," Elsa said. "He also wants us to show us our music video for 'Let It Go' because it's finally finished. Finally." She rolled her eyes. "Fucking budget with the edit equipment and whatever else. I was so excited when he told us we would release the video a few months ago but then he pulled the fucking plug at the last minute."

"I'm sorry," Anna sympathized. "That's frustrating."

"No kidding," Olaf added. "It's gonna be a super cool video, too. With all these animated snowmen worshiping Elsa, a huge ice chandelier like you see on stage with us a lot, and an ice palace. We wanted our fans to see it since the song was such a big hit. We need a new album soon, though. So our manager probably wants to discuss that."

"Elsa is also the world's biggest procrastinator when it comes to song writing," Sitron spoke up from the couch on the left side. "She claims she has writers block regarding our next album."

"That's why we mostly do covers, save for 'Let It Go,'" Marshmallow finished.

"You guys, I'm stressed out enough," Elsa snapped. "I just… haven't found the right inspiration."

"You'll find it," Anna assured her.

Elsa sighed and ran a gloved hand through her platinum hair, the leather frizzing it up at the end. She had no escape, Anna blocking the exit in the seat she was sitting in so she looked out the window instead, leaning her chin in the palm of her hand, elbows on the table.

"Well, she better find it soon or Kai'll be pissed," Olaf said, stretching.

"Kai?" Anna questioned.

"Our manager," Olaf said. "Or as he prefers to be called: our agent. Even though he's not licensed by the state of California or whatever."

"He only likes it 'cause it sounds more official," Sitron cackled.

"He's a nice guy but can be a hardass. Like, how Oaken's a teddy bear but can be the scariest motherfucker on the planet if you piss him off," Olaf explained. "Kai is usually easy going and kind but he wants things done on time, no ifs, ands, or buts."

"We're not his easiest clients," Marshmallow admitted.

"But we're his most successful," Elsa reminded them. "And that's what keeps us around."

Anna was lost in the conversation but would nod whenever she deemed appropriate.

The trip to Santa Fe took a few hours but they managed it just fine, stopping only for breakfast. They ate lunch in the bus using some of the food Anna had bought, which was slowly being eaten at a satisfying rate. Meaning Anna wouldn't have to go grocery shopping any time soon.

Before they reached the city, Anna holed herself up in her tiny room to study while Dry Ice gathered around the booth to try to write a few songs and talk about their music video. The air held a mixture of panic and excitement for the four of them. Becoming a hit band in such little time was stressful in spite of the parties and fans and money… life was good, but stressful.

Anna had decided to leave them be for a while so they could think clearly, her headphones on her head and a pencil writing down a few notes from one of her textbooks. Before dinnertime, the bus came to a stop in front of a tall, glass building that looked very important from where Anna was standing when she followed the band off the bus. It was the studio on which they would be finally viewing their video.

Standing by the front doors, waiting for Dry Ice to approach, was whom Anna assumed was Kai. He was a portly man who was taller than Elsa but shorter than Olaf, balding with brown hair on the sides of his temple, sideburns that could never outmatch Hans', and a rather large nose. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, hands folded behind his back, and looking either impatient or enthralled— Anna couldn't tell.

"Kai, old friend!" Elsa greeted, striding up to him.

"Elsa, do you want to explain why I got a call from Westerguard Amps telling me why you fired their youngest son?" Kai said, his face darkening.

Anna slowly inched behind Marshmallow, suddenly feeling very afraid she was going to get fired because she was most likely the reason Elsa had finally rid the band of Hans. The drummer straightened his back, acting as her protector, giving her comfort.

"Ah… well…" Elsa rubbed the back of her neck, looking ver ashamed. "You didn't mention this in our phone calls—"

"Because I wanted to show you how fucking pissed I am," he said.

Nobody in the world seemed to make the Snow Queen fall to her knees to beg for forgiveness before but Kai was coming close to it. Very close. She was averting her gaze and kept shifting from foot to foot.

"Elsa had a perfectly valid reason to fire Hans," Olaf tried. "He was rude, snide, and wouldn't do his job when we asked him. It takes five times to get him to contact the caterers about something small."

"Kai, we got another amp sponsor somewhere in Rapid City," Marshmallow tried to sooth.

"You don't get there until you're two months in," Kai reminded him harshly, the big abominable snowman melting under his gaze. "From here, you travel up to Seattle, back down to San Antonio, a zigzag to North Carolina— Rapid City stop in South Dakota that you need now— to Louisville, and then finally to the big enchilada New York where you're concert is going to be recorded for a live album, a DVD, and will be live streaming via tons of website, the biggest being YouTube. And I'm even mentioning the amount of stops in several cities on the way." He whipped out his phone and shook it at them, trying to stress his point. "I planned this entire thing for you and you decide to stick with shit-tastic amps until you reach Rapid City."

"But we don't need Hans anymore anyway," Sitron said meekly. "We have a better roadie. She's already proven herself greatly in the first week and is… she's not a big fan but she's… she's a good roadie, promise."

"Oh?" Kai said, raising a thick brow.

Elsa turned, desperate for some help, eyes searching for Anna. Marshmallow sent the redhead and apologetic glance over his shoulder and stepped to the side, revealing her to the steaming manager. Elsa tugged Anna forward and smiled at Kai.

"This is Anna… Anna… uh… oh my god." She turned to her. "I don't even know your last name, that's totally my bad!"

"It's cool don't worry about it," Anna assured her, stepping over to Kai. "My name is Anna Christensen. I'm nineteen, a college sophomore turning junior this coming school year, and have spent a week in the care of Dry Ice. I'm an official crew member, help the techies, other roadies, and ensure that everything is in place for their big nights." She extended her gloved hand to him. "It's nice to finally meet you, sir."

Kai looked her up and down before smiling warmly and taking her hand in a firm, business-like grip.

"It's nice to meet you, Anna," he said formally. "I assume Elsa is paying you well?"

"Yessir," Anna nodded, ignoring the offended scoff from the blonde behind her.

"Good… good, I see," he said, placing his hand back behind his back. "I suppose we can wait until you meet up with the sponsor in Rapid City when the time is right. Come along, now."

"What about our gig?" Elsa asked, the six of them heading into the building.

"That begins tomorrow night," he told her. "Santa Fe. Then you'll be off to Salt Lake City.

"And the video?" Sitron pressed.

"The video should be put up on YouTube tonight," Kai said to the band, the elevator shuddering and ascending to the twenty-fifth floor. "Hopefully we'll have more views than that Star Wars kid."

"Uh, Kai, that was in… like… 2007," Olaf said. "Maybe even a little after that."

"I thought that joke was dead now," Anna said quietly but went unheard by all.

"I'm sure we'll get views," Sitron said casually, leaning against the mirrored wall of the elevator. "We're the hottest— oops, sorry— coolest band around right now. Once word gets out that we have a music video for 'Let It Go,' the fans will go nuts."

"Frankly, we shouldn't be concerned," Marshmallow said, the elevator coming to a stop and the doors gliding open.

The music video for the song was flawless. It was the first time the band made her jaw fall open because of their talent alone. The scene set in the video was on a lone mountain with Elsa traveling up, singing the song. In the stars, the band played their instruments above her and their images would sometimes change to being in the swirling snow. When it go to the chorus, the entire scene changed and she was on an icy stage, snowmen and women in the pit below, cheering the band on.

Eventually, Elsa created a humungous and gorgeous ice palace, the camera cutting to close ups of the boys as they played. Elsa seemed to have mythical powers over snow and was thrusting her fist in the air to make it snow all over the place. Her outfit was similar to the usual thing she wore on stage but it appeared as if it were made out of ice itself, sparkling and shining against the reflections of her palace.

During her belting of "the cold never bothered me anyway," she was on a balcony of her palace, the band all in some sort of ice-looking outfits, the camera panning out to show the true power and size of the fortress that was Elsa's and Elsa's alone.

"Fuck," Elsa whispered once the video ended with links leading to the band's website and Facebook page.

"Awesome," Anna breathed, unheard by everyone but Elsa.

The punk smirked. "Hypocrite."

"You're a bitch," Anna hissed back.

"With pride," Elsa snickered, winking at her.

"So, what do you think?" Kai boomed, snapping the girls out of their quiet exchange.

"It's amazing, Kai," Elsa said. "The chandelier, the palace… your boys worked wonders."

"On YouTube tonight, right?" Olaf said, his eyes widening like a child's on Christmas Day.

"Yes, that's the plan. You can see why it took so long now. Here, let me play this back until—" Kai leaned over the laptop they were gathered around in his vacation office and pulled the video back to the point where Elsa is strutting onto the balcony to her awaiting band. "This part took thirty-six hours to pan. The costume was animated, of course, so add that onto the time slot. This video is very entr'acte and we wanted the final execution to be flawless without any rendering problems."

"I like the switches," Sitron nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. "Everyone's included."

"But of course," Kai said, smiling warmly. It was a better look on him than the scowl he wore while yelling at Elsa. "We want to make sure the band is a unit."

"I like it," Marshmallow said, as if his opinion would settle the matter entirely. "The ice looks real. It adds on to the meaning of the song."

"Speaking of song meanings," Kai said, inclining his head to Elsa. "Are you going to ever tell me what 'Let It Go' is all about?"

"Kai, that is for the song writer and her bandmates to know only," Elsa told him sternly.

"And speaking of song writing." Kai chuckled darkly, landing Elsa right where he wanted her. She groaned, not believing she had fallen into his trap. "I trust the next album is going well?"

"We're… working on it," Elsa said, casting her eyes to stare at the laptop, peering into her own face that was displayed on screen, that seductive smirk on her features as she swaggered onto the balcony.

"I'll just convince myself that you're almost done," Kai said tiredly, standing straight and wiping his brow with a handkerchief. "Anna, you tell me. How'd the music video look to an outsider?"

The nervous expression on Elsa's face vanished and she sent Anna a cheshire cat-like grin. Anna glared at her before addressing Kai.

"It was a good video. I think that every fan will watch it over and over and share it on Twitter, Tumblr, and Facebook until the internet breaks," Anna said supportingly, refusing to meet Elsa's gaze again. "I know for a fact my cousin'll be obsessing over it for quite some time."

"Excellent! Our first outsider review," Kai said, clapping his hands together and rubbing them, as if he were plotting something devious but his face was bright and sunny. "Glad you have such a loyal fan on your team."

"She's not a fan," Elsa snorted. "She's a cocky little—"

"I'm the cocky one?" Anna interrupted. "Look who's talking."

"Baby, you know you love it," Elsa said, sending Anna one of her most seductive smiles.

Anna swallowed but didn't break their eye contact, determined not to let Elsa get to her.

"I happen to think it's rather off-putting," she said, raising her brows.

"Do you?" Elsa retorted. "Oh, Anna, Anna, Anna." She shook her head almost pityingly. "You still have so much to learn about me."

"Anyway," Kai cut in, the corners of his mouth twitching. "I want you all to go get something to eat, a goodnight's sleep, and be fresh and ready for your concerts in Santa Fe."

"Wait, what? Plural?" Anna said, her brows furrowing.

"Yes! Starting today, Dry Ice is going to be spending numerous days in every stop," Kai said. "Two the minimum, four the maximum. It brings in more opportunities and it's the norm for bands to have more than one night at a certain place."

"The reason we've been only having one night shows is because of some weird complication that Kai tried to solve," Marshmallow explained. "But he finally managed to get around it in time for Santa Fe's performances."

"Which is why for the rest of the trip, we'll all be busy, busy, busy!" Olaf applauded.

"I mean, fuck, there's a lot to set up for us so it seems kind of stupid to just spend one night at a place, y'know?" Sitron pointed out.

"Oh… right," Anna nodded, fiddling with her hands.

"Let's go back to the bus," Elsa said. "I don't think our hotel is ready yet."

"That'll be tomorrow evening," Kai assured, them sinking into his chair. "I'll be in touch, kids. I will also be returning to California this time next week. Any problems or questions, give me a ring. Oh, Anna—" He handed her a business card from one of his desk drawers. "—that means you, too."

"Right," Anna said, giving him the thumbs up.

Everyone was gathered around Anna's laptop that night as it rested on the booth, each of them stuffing their faces with greasy pizza, waiting for Kai to text Elsa to announce the release of the video. All but Elsa had removed their gloves so they wouldn't get damaged or smudged. Nobody spoke. No words were needed. All they did was shove the slices of cheesy goodness into their mouths, waiting.

Waiting.

Elsa's phone buzzed and she dropped her dinner on her plate, wiped her slippery gloves on her jeans, and checked her text.

It was out.

Anna leapt into YouTube and they checked the video, watching it in all of its glory on the world famous website. Elsa was, once again, trapped by Anna sitting beside her and wanted to go lock herself in her room to avoid having to see her video fail, if it did at all. She had done that the first time "Let It Go" was released to the general public as a single and she was so incredibly anxious she shut herself in her bedroom and refused to leave until Olaf shoved the ratings (that were, of course, absolutely stupendous) underneath her door.

But that damned redhead wasn't going to budge anytime soon so Elsa had to sit there, glued to her seat, and face the music.

Literally.

Every few minutes, one of them— save for Elsa— would reach over and refresh the page, watching the ratings as they skyrocketed. They were slow ratings at first but they were climbing as the night went on. Marshmallow had checked his phone and saw that their Facebook page and website both had shared the video and the link to it on YouTube. The knowledge that it was out was growing, the five of them wondering if their success was going to be inevitable.

"I can't," Elsa croaked hoarsely. "Anna, please move."

Anna shifted out of her seat and Elsa bolted towards her room, slamming the door and locking it behind her. The redhead sent the others questioning glances but they all shook their heads at her. So she sank back into her seat and they continued their game of ratings watch.

It was sometime around three in the morning, the four left in the main room nodding off on the couches and in the booth, when Sitron woke up to check the views. His hollering woke everyone else up, finding the bassist jumping up and down like a maniac in the middle of the area.

"Five hundred thousand, baby!" he cheered. "We're so fucking awesome we hit five hundred thousand and counting already!"

Olaf, Marshmallow, and Anna were on their feet, adrenaline and joy thrumming through their veins. Marshmallow was able to coax Elsa out with the news and she joined them in a selfie— Anna included— around the laptop, the five of them wearing goofy yet delighted expressions and pointing at the views counter.

Champions, indeed.

So, for those of you who don't know, the version of Let It Go in this fic is the single version sung by Demi Lovato because it's more… I dunno… rock sounding. And nearing the end, she belts "the cold never bothered me anyway" (and there are a few "nah nahs" thrown in there) instead of "let the storm rage on" like in the original version.

Yeah.

Also, I suck at music video descriptions so I do apologize. Just imagine an awesome rock version of Elsa's Let It Go sequence with the three boys playing in the stars and snow and whatnot. Or make up a better version in your head.

I'm starting college this week which means my time will be, well, limited. Don't expect too many chapters but I will try to update every Sunday from now on.

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