Hey, good for you! A couple of you guessed it! Yes, so far all the chapter titles have been the titles of songs. The artists will be revealed at the end of the story if you ever want to make a playlist. It's for me to expose you all to several different artists and genres.

And for the Guest Frozen-Fun, don't you worry. Anna is going to push back in her own special way. I'm not really trying to pass her off as fangirl-y. She's simply trying to get along and be friendly with them. Sorry if that's what it looked to be. Her backbone will return soon, I promise.

Other than the concerts, Anna found the trip to Boise rather uneventful. She did her usual duties behind the curtain, lugging equipment back and forth with techies, trying to reason with caterers without threatening them, and watching the show from the side stage.

She also discovered how similar the concerts seemed to be. The one sided conversations Elsa would hold with the crowd— save for their cheering replies— were always different, regarding whatever was on the punk's mind that evening. The line-up was the similarity of it all. Their covers grew repetitive in Anna's opinion. "Raise Your Glass" showed up each night they were in Boise. It was a crowd pleaser, no doubt about that, but it was almost as if the band was salvaging the energy before the end of the show. And every single one ended with "Let It Go."

Anna was starting to see why Kai was stressing Elsa so much about writing an original song. The performances were getting bone dry and Anna was starting to contemplate on leaving during the shows to get something to eat or hang out in their dressing room for some extra study time.

The final night of their Boise stop, Anna did just that. She made herself comfortable in the room with books and notepads spread out on the coffee table before her. Her iPod was in her ears so she didn't have to hear the repetitive music coming from the stage, turned up loud to the tune of musical soundtracks— a nice change of pace from the alternative and rock music— but as hard as she tried to block it out, the muffled noise from outside the door would leak through during the seconds-long song breaks.

Once she had wrapped up one of the chapters in her Sociology book, she removed her earbuds to heard the final chord of "Let It Go" being belted out by Elsa. With an appreciative smile, Anna decided to pocket her iPod and wait for the adrenaline fueled, sweaty, and grinning band to barge into the room.

She cleared up her stuff and set it alongside her bag she had brought with her to accompany her back to the bus, where she had intended on sleeping that evening before they had to truck off to Salem, Oregon.

After an earth shattering round of applause, the band came tumbling into the room, talking loudly and removing their ear plugs before tossing them onto the table. Elsa threw herself down on the couch next to Anna and tousled the redhead's bangs, only to have her leather clad hand pushed away. It didn't deter Elsa in the slightest, the punk merely laughing, bringing the rejected hand up to her lips to snort into it.

"You missed a great show," Elsa said a little louder than normal, her hearing shot a bit.

"It's… nothing I haven't seen before," Anna replied, shrugging.

"What? It's such a great performance!" Elsa protested, her brow hiking up into her hairline.

The fact she was patting herself on the back annoyed Anna but she didn't bother to point it out. All she did was shrug again and lean back in the cushion. She had to wait until they received the okay from Oaken so they could head out— the band to the after party and Anna to the bus.

"What's your deal?" Elsa demanded. "It's a free show, kid. Enjoy it while they last."

"A repetitive show," Anna mumbled.

The three boys who had been chatting idly by the mirror froze and whipped their heads towards the two girls sitting on the couch. Elsa was giving Anna the most curious expression. It was an odd cross between incredulous and possible offense. The ginger didn't seem to think her comment was out of place, which caused the band members to exchange anxious looks. How was Elsa going handle the bland and not so supportive comment?

"Repetitive?" Elsa repeated, her brows furrowing.

"Elsa, no offense, but you guys to the same thing almost every single show," Anna said, folding her arms across her chest. "I mean, you guys sound awesome, don't get me wrong, but… don't you think you could take a break from raising one's glass at least one performance?" She leaned back in her seat and clicked her tongue. "But hey, if you want to continue the routine, that's fine. Your call. I just assumed that you'd want to spice it up a bit. But what do I know?" She looked Elsa directly in her icy eyes. "I'm not part of the band."

Not only did understanding dawn in Elsa's mind but the words Anna shot at her were sinking through like thick cream, seeping along the crevices of her brain. The boys held their breath, waiting to see Elsa's reaction and prepared to surge forward to protect Anna from any and all attacks. Anna continued to stare Elsa down, daring her to make a comment.

"You are absolutely right," Elsa stated, nodding once.

"Wait, what?" Anna gawked, her brows shooting upwards.

The breath the boys were holding was audible as they exhaled. Elsa sent Anna a grin and clapped her hard on the back.

"Good call, kid! You know I think it's time we add a few new songs to our repertoire." She got to her feet and faced her band mates. "Gentlemen— if you can ever live up to the name gentlemen— it's time to get down to business."

"Now?" Sitron asked weakly.

"Well… no, but we need to really surpass expectations," Elsa said, spreading her arms. "If our ickle, baby roadie thinks we need to spice things up, then we must spice things up!"

"How do you propose we do that?" Olaf wondered, his brown eyes bugging out of his in childlike excitement. The new spark in Elsa's eyes was enthralling and he could tell she had a plan.

"A band meeting, all… five of us," Elsa announced, turning to Anna and giving her that same smile she had released on the bus half a week ago.

Anna felt her heart flutter. Elsa had gotten the message that Anna was emotionally hurt by her comment regarding her status in the band. Now she was giving Anna that liberty and openly inviting her to meet with the rest of them, planning their next concert and being able to get a word in.

A gloved hand appeared in front of her, snapping her out of her appreciative thoughts. She followed the arm up to Elsa's face, that smile still plastered amongst the dusted freckles and pale skin.

"What say you, kid?" she asked softly. "How's about we skip the party tonight and head to my room so we can brainstorm?"

Unable to suppress a grin, Anna clapped her leather on top of Elsa's and allowed herself to be yanked to her feet.

"Sounds awesome," Anna agreed.

The three boys in the background all exchanged stupendous expressions, silently agreeing that Elsa's constant emotional change was truly giving them whiplash, like Marshmallow had stated a while back.

With all their things collected and a few autographs signed and many pictures taken, the band trekked over to their hotel and piled into Elsa's bedroom to begin their plan for the following concert in Salem, Oregon. That night, they gathered on Elsa's bed, ordered room service, and stayed up into the late hours of the evening, making list after list of fresh material for more concerts to come.

Around three in the morning, everyone was tapped out and exhausted. Olaf curled himself up into a little ball in one of the chairs by the window. Sitron had passed out on the floor with his packet of cigarettes sticking out of his pocket after his slump off of the bed he was pressed up against. Marshmallow took over the couch, snoring deeply in a somewhat soothing tone, as if he were a sleeping giant guarding his most precious treasures without fear a theif would come and take any.

Elsa and Anna were on the bed, lying parallel to each other, their feet on the pillows and their heads on the foot of the bed, blankets strewn in all different directions from an argument between Sitron and Anna over something no one could quite remember. Elsa was sleeping on her back, Anna on her side. In between the two were the mounds of paper they had used to write down new ideas— including some lyrics Anna had thrown Elsa's way for her new album.

That night Elsa knew she was never going to forget. She had reverted back to her roots of when she and the boys and planned out their first concert ever. They had holed themselves in Sitron's garage, eating pizza, and eventually knocking out in a pile on the rug. Perhaps, she had reasoned while she nodded off a bit earlier, it was good to go back to what she was familiar with. It could give her a chance to find that special spark in her career that got her here in the first place.

And Anna had actually been a stupendous help. The girl really knew how to go off on a tangent in her rambles but Elsa found them quite endearing. They would often lead to something inspiring on Elsa's part and she would write them down without Anna's knowledge. Now she had a notebook full of things Anna had said that night resting in the crook of her arm, hoping to insert them in an album sometime in the near future.

Back on the bus after a complimentary breakfast in the hotel, the band returned to their idle activities on their few hour drive to Salem. Elsa locked herself away in her bedroom to struggle with song lyrics, flipping haplessly through her notes from last night. Marshmallow was reading on one of the couches while Olaf and Sitron played one another on a video game. Anna was in her own bedroom doing what she had meant to do on the trip: study.

She had been procrastinating and she knew it. The dazzling lights of the stage and opportunity to hang out with a rock band was blinding her and she was slowly becoming exactly the way she was when she was in high school. A girl who wanted to goof around and have fun, hardly making any time for her work. Now that she was an adult, she had to focus on her education. And Elsa and Olaf and everyone else was a mere distraction. Getting caught up in spotlights wasn't Anna's thing and she wasn't going to restart.

Even during lunch where everybody made something from the fridge, all Anna did was pop a bag of popcorn and study in the booth, her friends kicking back on the couch to watch television.

An hour or so before they pulled into Salem, Anna decided to take a break from her books and sink into the couch beside Elsa as the rockstar watched some cartoon that Anna didn't catch the name of.

"Hey, kiddo," Elsa greeted. "How's the studying going?"

"Fine," Anna replied plainly. "How's the song writing going?"

"Stupid," Elsa grunted, clearly uninterested in talking about it.

"Isn't Kai gonna be pissed at you if you don't finish—?"

"I know, I know!" The punk rubbed her temple with creased brows. "Look, kid, can we talk about anything else? How about we talk about your… appearance?"

"Excuse me?" Anna exclaimed, high affronted. She smoothed down her red hair— still flying free out of its braids and falling gently down her back— and smoothed out invisible wrinkles on her jeans. "That was rude!"

"No— I meant as a punk!" Elsa assured, smirking. "You don't have any ink… or piercings. And that dumb college sweatshirt has got to go."

"I do too have piercings!" She pointed to her twin earrings in the shape of roses. "And I don't want a tattoo nor do I want to get rid of my sweatshirt!"

Elsa rolled her eyes. "Fine. But I'm gonna up your look anyway." Anna was about to protest but Elsa cut her off. "Just trust me, kid! Simple beginnings. Understand?"

"What did you have in mind?" Anna sighed, deciding to humor the punk.

It was clear Elsa wasn't going to give up on this pursuit. But if things got out of hand, Anna thought, she was going to put her foot down.

"Don't worry about it," Elsa said, the wheels in her head turning maliciously.

"I think I should worry about it," Anna countered.

"Don't you trust me?"

"No!"

Elsa burst out laughing. "Good call! But can you please give me a chance?" She recovered from her bouts of giggling and leaned into the cushion behind her. "You're the one who said you want to be friends with me, right? Consider this a… bonding moment."

Anna pursed her lips in what was the most adorable pout Elsa had ever seen. She flashed the ginger her cheshire-cat grin, earning an impressive eye roll from the roadie.

"Fine. But if it has anything to do with sex shops or strippers or something, I'm out," Anna said seriously.

"You seriously have some misguided opinions about me, darling," Elsa chirped.

They reached Salem and hour later, Anna tying up her laces on her Docs, ready to follow Elsa out and into the town to do whatever Elsa had planned for her. The boys had headed out already on their own, Oaken talking to a few techies before he started unloading the bus. Once Anna stepped out, she found an impatient Elsa waiting for her, arms folded across her chest and her combat boots tapping on the pavement.

"Took you long enough," Elsa said, clapping Anna on the back and shoving her forward gently. "Let's go, kid. I wanna get this done before dinnertime."

"You still haven't told me anything about what you want me to do," Anna pointed out.

"It's a surprise. First things first…" Elsa trailed off and a wicked gleam sparkled in her icy eyes as they entered deep into the city.

They were silent as Elsa searched through her phone, looking for the perfect location to begin her little escapade with the roadie. The last thing she wanted was to give Anna an experience that was distasteful or unsafe. Anna was basically her responsibility. Then again, she didn't want any harm to come to her in the first place.

When she found the place with the most stars and the best reviews, she got directions and started to drag Anna where her phone told her to go.

"Now… if you go through with this, I'll buy you a reward," Elsa told her, her gloved hand gripping on Anna's torn at the sleeves jean jacket she had purchased on her shopping spree with Olaf, her olive green cut off beneath it.

"I'm really getting a bad vibe from you," the redhead said wearily.

"I told you to trust me," Elsa said, rolling her eyes. "You're gonna be fine in my hands."

"Why do I doubt that?" Anna grumbled.

Elsa pulled them to a stop on a street corner and faced Anna, staring at her dead in the eyes.

"Kid, listen to me," Elsa said lowly. "I don't understand why you're making these preconceived notions about the kind of person I am. But I promise you that I wouldn't dare let anything bad happen to you. Nothing life threatening, nothing that can put you in any serious danger. Understand?"

"Elsa, you're the most difficult person to read in my lifetime," Anna replied hotly. "You have so many changes in moods, it's hard for me to tell which one is the real Elsa… if there is one beneath all those façades."

The corners of Elsa's mouth twitched but Anna couldn't tell if they were meant to be for a smile or frown. Instead, the punk leaned back and crossed her arms, observing Anna in a similar way she had before she gave Anna that genuine smile a week or so ago. Trying to figure Anna out… just as Anna was struggling to do with her.

"Okay, how about this?" Elsa proposed. "Just for this one day, trust me and let me be your friend." She extended her leather clad hand out to Anna. "Don't think of me as Elsa the rockstar. Think of me as Elsa your pal." She sent Anna a crooked smile. "Sound good?"

The ginger's teal eyes darted from Elsa's hand and up into her pale face. She scrunched her brows and bit her lip.

"Alright," she sighed, her hand clasping with Elsa's in what Anna defined as a "bro" handshake, the sound of leather meeting leather filling the cloudy Oregon air.

"Awesome!" Elsa beamed. "C'mon! We're almost there!"

"Where is there?" Anna demanded, her hand still in Elsa's and being yanked forward against her will, her feet tripping over themselves.

But Elsa was taciturn, making all sorts of turns down streets and bolting through crosswalks. Several people did recognize her but didn't dare stop her from her pursuit, weaving in and out of crowds.

Finally the girls came to a halt, Anna panting from having to keep up with the enthusiastic punk. Elsa released her hand and grinned up at the sign hanging over the shop before them, the roadie pressed her hands to her knees, hunched over, and trying to catch her breath.

"O… okay," Anna wheezed, lifting her head to stare at the sign. "Mad T Party Tattoos and Piercings," she read aloud. "Oh… oh no I told you I am not getting a—"

"Not a tattoo, kid!" Elsa said, opening the door and guiding Anna inside. "A piercing. A proper piercing. Like mine." She tapped the cartilage piercing on her left ear.

"One of those!?" Anna exclaimed. "Those are supposed to hurt like a bitch!"

Elsa cracked up. "Yeah, I know. But hear me out. It'll look good on you! And I'm paying for it so you don't have to worry. I know how to care for them and I'll be right here to hold your delicate hand when they do it."

"I hate you so much right now," Anna growled.

"I know," Elsa said. "But you get something out of it. A new piercing and a reward."

"What is it?" Anna wondered.

"That's a surprise."

Her eyes scanned the moderately busy parlor until she caught the eye of one of the free employees. She was blonde and blue eyed, one entire arm smothered with tattoos. They spied a few images standing out such as a man and rabbit drinking tea, another rabbit rushing through a hole with an oversized pocket watch, and a caterpillar smoking with the name Alice spelled out in the smoke above his head.

The girl was dressed in a peculiar outfit; a blue dress with ruffles and frills at the hem, and torn black stockings. Along the frills were things that said "drink me" or "eat me." One hand was covered in a fish-net material glove, the other exposed and bare. In her curly blonde hair was a place head band, the tendrils of her locks tumbling along her shoulders and down her back. Her heels were a blood red and clunky but absolutely gorgeous, her legs crossed and her left foot bouncing in the air.

Noticing she had costumers, she got up from her seat and strode over to them, speaking in the sweetest voice they had ever heard come from someone so heavily set in the punk movement.

"You… you're Elsa aren't you?" she whispered so others around her wouldn't hear.

"That's right," Elsa grinned. "And I need your assistance today, love."

"Then how may I help you?" she asked politely, giving them a smile that made her eyes crinkle.

"Uh… my friend Anna here is getting a cartilage piercing," Elsa said, grabbing Anna by the shoulders and maneuvering her so she was standing in front of the girl, the counter in between them. "She's of legal age and I'm paying for her appointment." She rested her chin on Anna's shoulder with a stupid grin on her face, only to have it get shaken off by a very irritated ginger. "Sound good?"

"Sounds great," the girl said, winking at Anna. "My name is Alice, by the way… let's see." She ducked underneath the counter and grabbed the liability waivers. "Just sign those while I get everything prepped." Alice smiled once again before bounding over to her station.

"I really, really hate you," Anna groaned, reaching over to snatch a pen and sign the papers before her. She saw there was no way she was getting out of this one.

All Elsa did was snort into her fist, giddy at the fact she was actually going to witness Anna do something like this. After Anna filled everything out, she walked over to Alice and sank into the chair at her station, Elsa taking a seat on her other side. Anna wanted to prove to Elsa she was willing to go the distance and do something out of her comfort zone. She wasn't some innocent, dumb, naive little college student Elsa picked out of a crowd. She was Anna, a roadie to the most popular punk band and dammit she was going to look like one!

Alice started humming a tune under her breath as she sterilized Anna's right ear. The redhead found herself shaking and her old self started to creep through. The old self that was actually a scared nineteen-year-old girl. Elsa started to feel guilty and leaned close to Anna, her icy eyes full of concern.

"Hey, if you're really against this… you can just say the word," Elsa told her.

"No… I want to do this," Anna said. "No backing out now." She grit her teeth, her face set in determination. "I'll get the damn piercing and get whatever reward you have in mind."

Elsa smirked. "I've said it before and I'll say it again, you're a fucking trooper."

"Alright, I'm all prepared," Alice said, marking the spot in which she would pierce Anna's cartilage. "You ready?"

Anna extended her hand to Elsa and the punk grasped it, giving it a supportive squeeze. With a nod, the ginger screwed her eyes shut and took in a deep breath, feeling the gun loom over her right ear.

"Now this is a gun that's… newer," Alice warned her. "It's to ensure that the cartilage won't break when its pierced."

"Okay," Anna whimpered.

"On the count of three," Alice said supportingly. "One… two… three!"

Ka-chunk!

Anna let out the loudest scream and clamped a hand over her mouth, tears flowing and her ear throbbing with the most searing amount of pain she had ever experiences. With muffled swears being shouted into her palm, she tightened her hold on Elsa's hand, only to have her squeeze back with as much force as she could.

"F-fuck!" Anna wailed.

"You did it!" Elsa praised. "Anna, you did it!"

Alice smiled to herself and placed the gun back onto the table, grabbing a few cleaning supplies to give to the girls so Anna could care for her new piercing. The poor roadie was still whimpering, trying to hold back on the urge to touch the half-hoop ring that was now sunk into her skin.

"I'm proud of you," Elsa chuckled, brushing a few stray hairs out of Anna's face, feeling the girl's trembling skin as her exposed fingers brushed over her forehead. "Wait 'til the guys see this."

Anna let out a shaky giggle, taking shallow gulps of air, trying to calm herself down.

"Now, you can't sleep on your right side for a while," Alice instructed. "Clean it everyday to avoid infection, swelling, and other things that aren't exactly pleasant." She handed Elsa a bag of antibacterial soap. "Since you have one yourself, I assume you'll be of great assistance for your friend."

"Of course," Elsa said with a nod. "Now about the payment. Shall we do it at the counter?"

"Yes, that would be best," Alice agreed, rising to her feet. She patted Anna on the shoulder, smiling genially. "Good job, Anna. You did very well."

"Th-thanks," Anna croaked.

With one final squeeze on Anna's hand, Elsa followed Alice over and they began the transaction. Anna let out a shuddering breath and slumped into the leather exterior of the chair, still quivering with pain. Her ear was thrumming from the shock of the gun that had attacked her cartilage like a hole punch on a flimsy piece of paper. Her hands gripped the arm rests and she opened her eyes to stare at herself in the mirror in front of her.

Tenderly, she brushed her hair behind her ear to get a better view of it. It was silver, like Elsa's, and was sparkling gently in the lights above her. Her ear was an angry red from being practically shot and it still felt as if someone was tugging hard at it.

"First cartilage piercing?" a voice asked.

She hadn't noticed a tall man with stringy, long, red hair hidden underneath a rather large, green hat with sunglasses on them appear at her side. His jacket was a neon purple and he had a scarf decked out in multicolored dots. His shirt said "we're all mad here" and his belt— holding up a pair of red and black stripped pants— had a teapot on the buckle. He also wore fingerless gloves but not the kind Elsa did. They were red and reached the top of his wrist instead of continuing down to the bottom.

"Uh, yeah," Anna nodded.

"I think you did well," he complimented, sitting in Alice's empty seat. "I had a costumer the other day scream so many profanities, it was embarrassing. You only said fuck so I think that's a big win."

Anna smiled at him. "Thanks… I kinda got to watch my language, though. I usually don't like to swear."

"Swearing's been proven to ease pain, did you know that?" he asked, grinning at her and showing his teeth that were slightly stained from what Anna assumed was tea drinking.

"I did not," Anna admitted.

"Well, it does," he said. "So you should swear more often."

She giggled. "I'll do my best, if it would please you."

"It would," he chuckled. His eyes flickered onto Elsa for a moment and he leaned forward. "You… you know Elsa?"

"Oh… yeah, I do," she confirmed. "You a fan of Dry Ice?"

"Big fan," he said giddily. "I'm seeing them tomorrow night with Alice. How'd you get to know her?"

"I'm a roadie," she told him. "I'm a newer one but I basically work for Elsa."

"That's fucking amazing," he said. "I used to be in a band with everyone here. Named the store after it. We never really made it but we were popular in high school."

"You were the Mad T Party? I think I have one of your EPs. You guys were a cover band, right?"

"Yeah!"

"Oh my gosh I wondered what happened to you guys!" Anna squealed. "My cousin and I heard about you on the radio when I was in middle school! You're the Mad Hatter, aren't you!?"

"That's right!" he said.

"Oh wow… This is awesome," she sighed.

"Don't you think you should be fan girling over Dry Ice now?" he grinned.

"I have… mixed feeling about them, to be honest. They got to be too big and it seemed I would be just jumping onto the bandwagon."

"I see. Well, I wish you nothing but luck and good graces. A lot of people would kill to be in your shoes."

"Let's go, kid!" Elsa called from the front.

Anna sent him a thankful smile and strode over to Elsa, thanking Alice, and following the punk out into the Salem air.

"Alright, next stop is the mall. I'll be getting you what you deserve for being such a trooper," Elsa praised.

In celebration of Anna getting her cartilage pierced, Elsa brought her to a little retail store and purchased a brown jacket that the collar could be popped up much like Elsa's black jacket did.

"It's to replace the sweatshirt. You don't have to get rid of it but god forbid you wear that thing near me again," Elsa teased, shoving the new clothes into Anna's arms.

After that, Elsa bought the both of them ice cream and they sat on a bench to people watch, eating their frozen treats silently. Anna was focusing all of her attention onto her ice cream, praying that some of the chilliness of it would reach her ear somehow.

"I have a really weird question," Elsa piped up.

"What's that?" Anna replied.

"Well… Sitron had asked me this a while ago and… It's kinda funny."

"Shoot."

"What song would you have sex to?"

Anna snorted into her ice cream, making Elsa laugh and shake her head. When the ginger recovered from her fit of giggles, she responded.

"Uh, well, I haven't really given it any thought," she said, shrugging.

"Okay. Hypothetically if you were to have sex right now and you had to pick a song, which would you pick?" Elsa said.

"In that case… I suppose I've always found the song 'Sex On Fire' by Kings of Leon pretty good."

Elsa laughed into her fist. "You do know that song is about STDs, right?"

"No, it's not!" Anna protested.

"Yes, it is!" Elsa retorted.

"You're lying!"

"Look it up!"

Anna pointed and glared at the snickering punk beside her. Elsa let out an uncharacteristic giggle, taking a lick of her ice cream.

"Well, that's your interpretation," Anna said stubbornly. "What was your response? What song would you have sex to?"

"'Do I Wanna Know' by Arctic Monkeys," Elsa said automatically.

"Good pick," Anna approved, finishing off her treat, sucking the excess cone that was left on her fingertips. "Should we head back to the bus?"

"Yup," Elsa nodded, standing and following Anna out of the mall. "All in all, would you say that this was a good experience?"

"Sure. It was nice to know one Elsa," Anna teased. "Or at least spend the day with her."

"She's not an open book," Elsa said wisely.

"I'll get there," Anna said. "Chapter by chapter."

So someone did an awesome YouTube video of Let It Go with Demi's music but Idina's voice and the first thing I thought of was PUNK ELSA! So go check that out! It's beautiful!

Also, I'm stupid and I realize I've put cartridge piercing in some chapters instead of cartilage but I did my best to fix them. If you catch anymore, let me know. Thank you.

Mad T Party shout out. If you haven't seen them, they play at California Adventure and are amazing! Basically a punk version of Alice in Wonderland characters as I tried to explain above.

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