I've been drawing so much fan art for this story. My own story but I'm loving it.

I also mapped out their entire tour. So woo for that.

I also forgot to mention that I changed the sponsor from being in Ohio to Rapid City, in case you missed that. Reasons will be obvious by the time we get there.

Santa Fe's concerts were… more exuberant than the ones Anna had seen so far. Elsa seemed motivated, animated, and her voice was far stronger than it had been before. The redhead reasoned that it was because of the views the music video was receiving. The astounding five hundred thousand grew into one million by the second concert in the city, giving the band a whole new reason to celebrate during the after parties.

All of which, Anna avoided.

She didn't want to waste anymore time by dancing with girls, being hit on by gross guys, and drinking underage without her fake emergencies-only ID (although that was a perk she would most definitely save for later). So she did her job, studied on the side, made sure the band was all prepared before the party, and then left to her hotel room for some free room service and a nice night curled up with one of her textbooks.

Sometime during one of the shows, she checked the YouTube video to see how fast the views were growing and scroll through the comments. Besides the occasional spam and misogynistic comments about Elsa having to dress more like a girl and that she should be in the kitchen making a sandwich (all of which Elsa saw and simply laughed) and blah, blah, blah, the feedback was all positive. Anna lost track of how many times she had watched the video on her break, falling under the breathtaking spell of the magic of the video. Swirling snow, frozen fractals, and crystalizing chills blew here away, Anna leaning in a corner to stare at her phone screen for the three minutes and forty-four seconds the video lasted throughout the song.

Elsa caught her before the second show started and started taunting her, asking Anna if she had fallen for her yet like so many others had before the ginger. She had received a hard smack in her shoulder by Anna as she stormed away, red faced. The punk was left laughing, rubbing the stinging skin that the leather-clad hand of her roadie caused.

On the final eve of their Santa Fe stop, Anna had made a quick run to the supermarket to pick up a few groceries before they headed off to Salt Lake City. To her surprise, she was accompanied by Marshmallow when he found her leaving through the stage door. So as she strolled through the aisles of canned goods and loafs of bread, she had a large man with his white hair shaved on one side in a white leather jacket trailing behind her, his lidded eyes observing the produce with more interest than they really deserved. It was rather humorous, as if she had a body guard to ensure her shopping went without her getting harmed.

Whenever Anna made a stop to grab a specific item, he'd pick up something off a shelf and read the ingredients, his eyes squinting until they formed a fine line on his thick face. If something was out of reach, he'd kindly get it for her and then pat her on the head with his gloved hands, as if she were some kind of child. He was chivalrous and wouldn't take no as an answer when he would get something for her, the ginger flustered that he was assisting her. But Anna found all of it quite endearing. He was a big, cuddly protector that could scare the living shit out of someone with one mean glance.

"Hey, I really need to thank you properly for helping me out last week," Anna told him as they strode to the check out line. "With the grocery list an everything."

"It's not very fair that Elsa's making you do all the pick up work without help," he said, shrugging his heavy shoulders.

"Well, I'm learning quickly that she's not very thoughtful towards others," Anna said critically. "Besides the time she beat up that one guy who was trying to have his way with me… otherwise, I don't think she cares about anyone but herself."

Marshmallow frowned some but didn't say anything. All he gave her was a tiny pat on the shoulder. Anna didn't know if it was meant to be supportive or to tell her to watch herself. Instead she sent him an expression that was an interesting cross between apologetic and grateful.

With all the groceries in bags, they started to go back to the bus, walking slowly along the sidewalk and stopping every few minutes for Marshmallow to sign a few autographs from fans who were still emptying the theatre a few miles away, heading back home or out to parties.

"So, tell me something," Anna said, breaking the silence in the warm air. "Well— two things."

"Sure," he grunted, hoisting a bag higher on his shoulder.

"One: is Marshmallow your real name? 'Cause if it is, how'd Olaf get away with a normal sounding name but you got something out of Judy Blume's Fudge Series?" Anna asked, raising her brows.

Marshmallow let out a laugh. "My real name is Marshall. Marshall Kollsvein," he began.

"Kollsvein? So Olaf is Olaf Kollsvein?" Anna tried to suppress a giggle.

"That's right," Marshmallow grinned, winking down at her. "But I never liked the name Marshall and kept trying to change it. Olaf used to tease me about it all the time and tried various nicknames like Marsh-head or Marshall-Law. All of which were very stupid and uncreative." They turned a corner, their grocery bags crinkling under their grasps. "But one day, while I was eating s'mores, Olaf came up to me and called me Marshmallow… and I liked it and it stuck— no pun intended."

"But why'd you keep it around as a stage name?"

"I thought it was funny. A big guy— bigger than his older brother which only adds to the comedy— being called something cute like Marshmallow. I mean, those things are fluffy and tiny for the most part. And look at me." He looked down at her, still smiling. "Do I really fit that picture?"

"Not… not entirely."

He laughed again, shaking his head. "What was your second thing?"

"Why did you come with me tonight?" she said, her voice getting small.

His brows shot up, blinking down at her with confusion.

"Did you not want me to come?" he wondered, feeling like he had forced his presence on this itty, bitty roadie.

That was the last thing he would have wanted to do to her, after all. She was so nervous to be around the band and it took her a while to ease into their ridiculous shenanigans such as dragging her around a desert town to shove some Hot Topic tees on her and cover her hands with leather gloves and dye a significant amount of her hair white. Olaf and Sitron were loud and very fast-talking so it was to be expected out of them to try to make themselves heard by the roadie. Marshmallow had no intention on making her feel uncomfortable.

"No! No, I just… I thought you'd want to go to the after party," she whispered.

"To be completely honest with you, Anna, I'm not a fan of the parties," he told her earnestly, relaxing with realization. "If you haven't noticed, I'm a gigantic wallflower… literally. I could fit in a greenhouse. Sometimes I sneak away to go to a bar and watch a game. I like the peace and quiet in a dive bar than a stuffy, smelly hotel room where all my friends are trying to get themselves laid… well, Sitron tries to get himself laid. Elsa fools around with fans and Olaf makes everyone laugh until they pee."

Anna patted his giant arm, her hand looking tiny compared to the mass of his forearm. He almost, almost winced at the touch but it was so kind and so caring that he felt comforted for some odd reason. It made him feel like she was watching him as much as he was watching her, taking care of one another from afar.

"Maybe next time you and I can grab a drink together," she said shyly.

"I'd like that," he agreed.

They continued to walk through the city, the warm summer air hanging all around them. The occasional breeze gusted by, making her long hair flutter on her shoulders and his massive white hair blow into his eyes. Anna broke the silence suddenly, her eyes getting big and a huge, childlike smile spreading across her face.

"Ooh, I gotta know! How many tattoos do you have?" she asked eagerly, jumping up and down as they turned another corner, the bus in sight.

"One."

"Only one?"

"On my shoulder." He pointed a thick finger to his right shoulder. "It's an abominable snowman that looks like it's ripping through my skin." Anna made a face and he chuckled, warm and deep. "Sorry, kid, I thought it was cool when I got it. Still do."

"I'm not judging you," she promised as they reached the bus doors. "And I really shouldn't have expected anything less."

"What did you expect?"

"I dunno… maybe a rabbit?"

"A rabbit?"

They stared at one another for a split second, the bus doors wide open but Oaken no where to be found, most likely running a few last minute things backstage. It was silent between them once again, crickets chirping in the background. Then they started laughing, Anna letting out little snorts and Marshmallow rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, a slow bond growing between the two that had been formed when he gave her the list.

"You have an odd image of me, that's for sure," he said, extending his hand to let her go in first.

"You're just a little giant with a big heart," Anna teased, winking and heading into the bus.

"Good one," he complimented. "I'm usually called fluffy but I'll take that."

Anna giggled. "I'm glad."

"And don't worry, I'll make a comeback later when I know you better," he countered, following her inside.

It was no surprise to neither Marshmallow nor Anna that the other three returned to the bus with hangovers. The two had spent the rest of their night playing video games and eventually knocked out while watching a movie that was playing on HBO. They had been woken up by the loud and irritated voice of Elsa herself, stomping onto the bus, clutching her temple with one hand and fumbling with her messy braid in the other. Olaf followed closely behind her, his usually spiky hair rumpled and deflating, Sitron entering last with bags under his eyes and a bruise on his arm. Oaken was loading up the van with their equipment so they had time before the bus started heading out to Salt Lake City.

"What happened to your arm?" Anna asked Sitron as he sat next to her on the couch.

"Let's just say never ever bet against a little person and win," he said, pouting and nursing his black and blue wound.

Anna furrowed her brows and gave him an incredulous look, blinking slowly with what appeared to be disbelief and disturbance. She then exchanged looks with Marshmallow, searching for a proper explanation but he merely shrugged, clearly unable to find one to justify the bassist's actions.

Olaf wobbled over to his bunk and slid inside it, facing away from them and pulling his blankets over him, shoes and all. Elsa let out an extraordinary groan as she collapsed on the couch across from them.

"You look like you knocked on Death's door," Anna quipped, grinning as Elsa flipped her off.

"Death can kiss my ass," Elsa said gruffly.

"He probably did considering," Marshmallow said. "What did you guys do?"

"I think… I think… shit," Elsa muttered slowly. "Fuck, I don't know! I was really drunk last night, I can't remember anything."

"Elsa, I'm telling you this as… well… as your acquaintance." Anna leaned forward to make her point heard. "Stop. Drinking. So. Much. You're going to destroy your liver!"

"This was the most I've ever had in a very long time, kid," Elsa said, glaring at her. "So it's kind of a blur but I usually have enough so my wits are still about me but I may make a mistake or two. Like, for example, I can drive okay but I'll still be pulled over and charged with a DUI."

"You're a mess," Anna said bluntly.

"If it makes you feel better, I'll lay off the drinking until we get to Salt Lake City. Give my liver a break."

"That's not the point."

"You're such a fucking prude."

"If I live past the age of forty, I think I pass the test of life, Elsa."

"The test of life can only be won by those who live it."

"Exactly. You just made my point."

"And my live it, I mean experience. You can live for hundreds of years but it'll all mean nothing if you did nothing."

"Sometimes life ends fast when you make stupid decisions."

"It's not where you start life, it's where you end up."

"First of all, that's not even relevant to my previous statement. Second: I have an incredible feeling that your last words are going to be sarcastic and early. Third: you're dangerously close to the phrase YOLO—"

"Stop talking!" Olaf whined, clamping his gloved hands over his ears. "I can't sleep with all this noise!"

"Then pull your curtains closed," Sitron suggested.

"That won't do jack shit!" Olaf growled.

Oaken stepped onto the bus and shifted it into gear, the engine roaring to life and taking off into the Santa Fe and towards the highway. The band grew silent, the bus swaying ever so slightly as it moved along the road. Anna got up and went to the kitchen to try to make something for the hungry band around her, still steaming from her little back and forth with the stubborn lead singer.

The end result was six breakfast burritos. After she passed them all out on paper plates, she sat in the booth with her own and ate. Soon she was joined by Elsa, sitting beside her but remaining silent. Sitron finished his quickly and climbed into his own bunk for some extra shut eye. Marshmallow decided to change into some fresh clothes, gathering some from the drawer space between his bunk and Sitron's, and heading into the restroom.

"I know you're looking out for me," Elsa said softly.

"Hm?" Anna replied, mouth full of burrito.

"Drinking, I mean," she continued. "I guess I'm trying to live life to the fullest and this success has given me such a natural high… I'll come down from it, soon. When everything goes to shit and we fail as a band—"

"Elsa, stop," Anna scolded after a hard swallow. "You're not going to fail. I have complete faith in you guys. And you deserve to enjoy yourself. I'm just not used to it, that's all." She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "And I said some very mean things. I'm sorry, Elsa."

"It's… I understand. You're okay."

"Good… but just know I'm going from a good place, okay?"

The punk side-glanced at her before busying herself with her breakfast, eyes cast on her plate instead, and remaining quiet.

After a few minutes, Elsa spoke up once again.

"Thanks for the breakfast. You're a really good cook," she complimented, offering Anna a smile.

"Oh! You're welcome," Anna flushed. "And, thank you… thanks."

The trip to Salt Lake City was going to take a few hours so everyone milled around the bus. Sitron and Olaf decided that their naps were going to take up most of the time, riding themselves of their hangovers in the fashion of not doing anything physical. Elsa holed herself up in her room and tried to write some new lyrics for a new song… that didn't exist yet. Marshmallow took to watching television and Anna was in her own room, talking to Rapunzel on FaceTime.

"I thought it would be more exciting than this," Anna continued, lying flat on her stomach, supporting her phone on her pillow and against the wall.

Rapunzel was— from what Anna could tell— in her room back in Arendelle, her chameleon Pascal resting on her shoulder. The brunette was peering into the portal of Anna's phone, trying to get a good look at the room surrounding her cousin.

"Well, you are only just getting started. Where are you?" she said, squinting her eyes and craning her neck, as if it would make a difference in the way she saw the background behind Anna.

"I'm in my bedroom on the bus," Anna said.

"You really do have your own room! How fancy!"

"It's as big as a one person cabin on a cruise ship," Anna mumbled.

"Oh, quit your complaining," Rapunzel chided. "You're on a tour bus. With Dry fucking Ice. That's much more exciting than a cruise. And it's free. Think about that. So many people would kill to be where you are now. It'll be an amazing trip!"

"I dunno. Cruises can take me to Mexico and Hawaii and Alaska… not all at the same time but they could. I mean, they could go anywhere. I really want to go on a Disney Cruise to the Caribbean sometime. Ooh, remember when we all went to Hawaii for a week on that one trip with Merida and her family?" Anna sighed dreamily. "We mini-golfed on deck, did that cliché 'I can fly, Jack' thing from the Titanic for shits and giggles, gambled a little bit, Merida won me that really big bear stuffed animal at an arcade, and then you got that terrible sunburn and were so mad because I wrote 'penis' on your back with sunscreen." She started laughing. "And when Merida's brothers snuck into the kitchens. Oh my gosh, that was so funny! They brought back so much food for us in the cabin but then Elinor threw a fit. And then Merida and I kissed on the beach when the sun was setting… It was magical. Now that was an amazing trip."

"Only 'cause you got laid," Rapunzel reminded her, liking the slow return of Anna's rambling. It had been missed since Merida left and she hoped that the trip with Dry Ice would bring the old Anna round once again.

Anna rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the tint of pink brushing her cheeks. "I got laid for the fifth time by her, thank you very much."

"I still don't get it," Rapunzel said, shaking her head and allowing Pascal to nuzzle his face in her neck. "You date Hans for five months, he totally breaks your heart, and then you date Merida for a half a year almost immediately afterwards after you tried to hook up with different people. You've had two serious relationships outside high school… Merida only just left to Scotland last November."

"Your point?"

"I just… I don't see why you're not looking for some hook ups on this trip!" Rapunzel exclaimed. "You're complaining about it not being as exciting as you had hoped! Why don't you spice it up!?"

"I have a job and studying to do, Punzie," Anna reasoned. "I can't just sleep with someone and get over it. Sex is very… connecting for me."

"But don't you see the beauty of road trips? One. Night. Stands." Her green eyes lit up with a wicked gleam. "Ooh, Anna, you can have so many lovers all across the country!"

"I don't want a line-up of lovers. I want a serious, romantic relationship."

"You're so hopeless." Rapunzel sighed. "Okay. Real talk."

"Was the previous conversation not real talk?"

"Shush! The band. What's going on with them?"

"They're sleeping off hangovers," Anna said dully. "Elsa's trying to write a song… and that's it. Well, Marshmallow isn't hungover. He's watching TV. Everyone is more or less riding out the journey to Salt Lake City with some way to keep them occupied. And I got you to keep me company."

"Awh, you're a sweetie," Rapunzel giggled.

In a split second, she paused and cocked her head to one side, the goofy little smile vanishing. She leaned back, blinked a couple of times, rubbed her eyes, and then leaned forward until her face was almost pressed against the screen.

"What are you doing?" Anna demanded, cocking an eyebrow in a very Elsa-esque fashion.

"Anna… did you do something new with your hair? I'm just realizing… it's down."

"Oh! Yeah!" Anna laughed and showed off the shock of white in her ginger mane. "I got… punked… to put it into terms. The boys took me out to get a look that matches theirs last week."

Rapunzel let out a little scream, startling her pet into the color of her shirt.

"OMG!" she squealed. "Anna, I love!"

"Thank you!" Anna grinned. "It's grown on me already."

"I think it looks awesome."

Someone started calling Rapunzel's name on the other end and she frowned, listening hard to what was only a garbled mess on Anna's side.

"Okay, Mom!" Rapunzel called back. "I'll be right down!" She turned to Anna, sending her an apologetic look. "I gotta go. Lunch plans. Call me later, sweetie! Keep me posted!"

"Will do," Anna promised, waving at Rapunzel until the call ended.

She stared at her phone until the screen went to black, falling on its front into the plush exterior of her pillow with a tiny jolt from the bus surrounding her. Anna picked it up and placed it on her beside table, flipping herself over until she was lying on her back, staring up at the ceiling for a good ten minutes.

Someone knocked on her door, pulling her out of her lazy stupor. She allowed entry and Elsa stepped inside, leaning against the doorframe casually, crossing her arms across her chest.

"How you doin', kiddo?" she asked.

"I'm tired. And you?" Anna replied.

"Same. I came in here to tell you we're getting off in a bit for some lunch. Figured you might be hungry."

Anna nodded, feeling her stomach growl for the first time. The mention of food brought out the animal waiting to be fed, clawing at her insides for something worth digesting.

"Please tell me it's not a fast food place," Anna said. "I love the stuff but I don't have a home gym in this place."

Elsa smirked. "No. We're going to get something good this time, promise. You like steak?"

"I… I guess."

"Cool. 'Cause we're going to a steak house."

"Oh…! Okay?"

Lunch was just about what she expected. Crammed in a booth with the four band members while Oaken guarded them, Elsa giving out the request of not wanting to be disturbed. They were given well sized portions and Anna was able to get a side salad instead of just fries, hoping that her petite body would be able to balance it out. Maybe she could persuade them to stop at a gym so she could work all the calories out of her body and get rid of the guilt of indulging on fast food.

It could only be a good thing for a certain amount of time.

After they finished and paid the bill, it was back on the bus and back on the road. Instead of staying in her room and studying, she decided to join in on a game of Guitar Hero, completely obliterating Olaf in a round, to which he responded by swearing and pouting like a child before throwing himself onto the couch and watching her take on Elsa.

Who she beat, too.

Much to the punk's pleasant surprise.

She tried to give Anna a reward by kissing her cheek but Anna refused, only to end up being chased around the little area, Elsa teasing her about being shy and pretending to be offended when Anna kept saying no. Eventually the game of cat and mouse ended and Anna lost to Sitron in the following round.

They were still on the road as nighttime fell. The five of them ate dinner on the bus with some frozen meals and popcorn, watching a thriller movie. Anna kept jumping at every little thing. Olaf was staring wide-eyed at the screen and shoveling popcorn into his mouth. Sitron was pretending to not be afraid but kept wincing and tried to play it off by throwing a coughing fit which ended up in everyone shushing him. Marshmallow was grimacing at every tiny piece of gore that was shown on screen, his face turning a delicate shade of green. Elsa was leaning back in her seat, next to Anna, and was actually very stoic regardless of what was being shown.

But she was incredibly sweet, Anna noted, because every time the redhead jumped or let out a small scream, Elsa's thumb on her right hand— which was thrown over Anna's shoulder casually— would brush over her shirt sleeve soothingly, easing the roadie's fear. It was that little something that made Anna feel like Elsa was more than just a rude and self-centered punk.

That feeling was shot down however, when Anna jumped so hard, the popcorn bowl went flying out of her lap and onto Olaf's head— he was sitting on the floor in front of her— and Elsa started laughing so hard, tears were brought to her eyes. After apologizing to Olaf profusely, she shoved Elsa's arm off her shoulders and crossed her own, pursing her lips, containing her tiny jumps from escaping. Out of the corner of her eye, she occasionally watched Elsa and secretly wanted the comforting touches of her hand.

But that ship had left the dock long ago for the punk was very put-off by the roadie's sour mood.

When the movie finished, they all went to bed, hoping to reach Salt Lake City before sundown the next day. Oaken had pulled into a rest stop so he himself could get some sleep in his big chair, leaning it back as far as it could go and snapping a fuzzy eye mask over his head.

Anna woke up to the movement of the bus and noise coming from the main room. Upon entering, she only found Elsa— still in her pajamas— and sitting at the booth drinking a cup of instant hot chocolate Anna had picked up in the market back in Santa Fe.

"G'morning, sunshine," Elsa whispered, pointing a finger at the still sleeping band members tucked away in their bunks. She pressed said finger to her lips before gesturing to Anna to join her. "Care for some hot chocolate?"

"I'm okay at the moment," Anna said quietly, sitting across from Elsa. "Why are you up so early?"

"I had trouble going back to sleep," Elsa admitted, staring into the depths of her beverage. "So I decided to just… wake up."

Her hands, Anna realized, were gloved even though it was still early in the morning. Did Elsa sleep in the things?

"You look exhausted," the ginger pointed out, her forehead creasing with concern.

"I was up all night, to be completely honest," Elsa replied, using the ends of her fingers to rub her eyes instead of her entire, leather-clad fist. "Trying to write a song. 'Let It Go' came to me so easily…"

"What inspired you to write it? Maybe you should go back to those roots."

Elsa blinked at her slowly before smirking gently. "Kid, you're seriously going to have to take our potential friendship one step at a time. If I told you what inspired me, you'd know the meaning. I intend on keeping it between me and the band."

Anna pouted. "That's unfair. Aren't I a part of the band?"

"Not really," Elsa stated bluntly, sipping her drink. "You're a roadie. The help. Nothing but a common, paid worker."

Although she didn't show it— and was very astonished to hear it said in such a tone— Anna was hurt by Elsa's words. She had made herself believe that, in some tiny, minuscule way, she was part of Dry Ice. Wasn't it the crew that made the band great? Made things go smooth? Did Elsa really think of her as nothing but a common employee under her care until the they dropped her off in Arendelle? And did it also mean she would never see hide nor hair of them afterwards once everything was said and done until they decided to grace her hometown with their presence again?

She forced herself to remain placid, tapping the tabletop with her fingers. Elsa licked her lips of the residue from her hot chocolate. She sighed and leaned back in her seat, giving Anna a pitying glance.

"Perhaps that was a little to harsh," she said. "Don't take it the wrong way, Anna."

The sound of her name made the redhead feel more at ease. Usually when Elsa said her name, she was more sincere about things in conversation. The pet name "kid" was tossed around so often Anna often forgot that Elsa knew what her name really was.

"I didn't," Anna lied. "I understand what you mean."

"Good," Elsa said, nodding once. "I'm glad."

Anna sent her a weak smile before shrinking into the plush exterior of the booth, letting her mind wander and her eyes drift to the rolling road around them. Elsa had kicked her bare feet up on the upholstery on Anna's left side, enjoying her drink to the fullest.

There was a short creak from one of the bunks and a soft snore out of Marshmallow's mouth. Sitron's bunk had the curtains pulled all around him, Olaf's were haphazardly tugged but hardly covered the guitarist's sleeping space, and Marshmallow's curtains weren't drawn, tucked in their little cloth, velcro holding at each end of his area. Anna wondered what Elsa's bedroom looked like. She only caught a glimpse of it when she was given the tour of the bus but didn't get a chance to see fully inside of it.

Her eyes shifted back onto the punk, feeling slightly… culture-shocked for the first time in the two weeks she had spent in her presence. She was traveling with Elsa and Dry Ice. Big names. And everyone knew who they were. Seen from billboards to tiny articles in newspapers. Out of everyone in her entire fandom, Anna was the one Elsa chose to have trek around the country with them. She had asked Elsa why but her answer was somewhat vague and left Anna confused evermore.

In spite of how snide and obnoxious Elsa had been so far, Anna appreciated the chance she was given and had high hopes for the rest of the journey.

"Elsa… did I ever really thank you properly for this opportunity?" Anna inquired shyly. "Because I feel like I didn't. So… thank you. Thank you very much."

Icy eyes flickered onto her from gazing out the window. They clashed with teal and, for the first time, Anna felt a real emotional tug towards the mysterious rockstar. A tug that warmed her heart like never before. The way Elsa's eyes searched and combed inside her own felt as if she was trying to read into the deeper meaning of Anna's thanks. As if she were trying to deduce the girl before her down to the sub molecular level. A kind of studious gaze Anna had never seen Elsa wear and only made her want to keep the eye contact longer between them.

Then…

Elsa smiled.

It wasn't that half smile she'd give or her pretentious little smirk or her cat-like grin. It was a genuine smile, pulling at her freckle dusted cheeks and up to her eyes, scrunching her button nose slightly, and reaching the blue orbs, making them sparkle. A type of smile Anna had received from and given to Merida, to Rapunzel, and once to Hans. Elsa made it different from the ones Anna had seen, however. It was for more special, more intimate. It was affectionate but to the point of distant admiration.

Like it was reserved for certain eyes only.

"You're very welcome," Elsa said softly, inclining her head into a tiny, graceful bow that held a queen-like presence, Anna feeling like a peasant before the ruler. Feeling honored to receive a real smile from the punk.

The moment was never broken when Elsa tore her eyes away from Anna to stare out the window again. Her smile didn't even fade from her pale face. Anna was pleased, leaning her arms on the tabletop and looking out the window, too. That was progress and both of them knew it. Progress that Anna was getting to Elsa somehow but neither of them needed to make a scene out of it.

And there they sat, swaying gently with the chugging of the bus in a booth, both of which belonged to the coolest band crossing the United States. The boys snoozing in their beds, Oaken listening to the radio on the other side of the closed, sliding door, and the two girls enjoying each other's company. Not as rockstar and roadie but as merely friends with a long path ahead of them.

So it's shorter than I intended but I'm going to be busy this weekend and I wanted to get this all out to you before Sunday. I'll hopefully have the next chapter to you all by next Sunday.

So update day is Sunday. If I miss it, I'm sorry.

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