I realize the last chapter needed a proper build up but… I was okay with how it turned out. And for those who wonder whether or not Anna's getting paid, yes she is. Elsa told her that in the second chapter. I'll also throw you a bone in this chapter.
The sloth thing is a tribute/reference to Kristen Bell, Anna's voice actress if you didn't know, who has an undying love for sloths. Wanna know what that love is like? Look up Kristen Bell sloth on YouTube and click her interview with Ellen (Kristen Bell's Sloth Meltdown). It's the most important video ever. Not even kidding you.
More about the gloves and Hans' threat in this update. Enjoy.
Chibiandbasil, Dry Ice dedicates their first concert in Denver to you!
Her fingers were surely getting carpal tunnel as she scoured through the internet late at night. She was snuggled inside her bed on the bus, the wheels bumping along the road, her laptop illuminating her face. Her dashboard proved to be very dull after tens of thousands of times refreshing it and her Facebook was unpleasant with messages from Meg, Jasmine, and Ariel apologizing for leaving her at the bar. They even claimed that Anna had demanded them to leave her alone in spite of their efforts to return her to the bus but Anna's memory had been wiped by that point. After her fourth drink, the world had gotten a bit fuzzy and she wasn't so sure what had happened between her and the girls… and had nothing to back herself up.
Instead, Anna had sent them very angry responses, explaining herself and how she was smart enough to make her own choices but they didn't seem to get the big idea of it all. So she decided to close out of FarmVille and do some serious research.
About Elsa.
Like she had told the punk, Elsa was even more of an enigma after she divulged a watered down version of her life's story. And those damned gloves were driving her insane. There had to be something more to them than just a part of the show. Elsa was clearly hiding something… something much deeper than she let on.
So Anna was looking through several interviews on YouTube, online magazines, and even the god-awful TMZ bullshit that the media crams down everyone's throats. Once or twice, she accidentally stumbled across some very risqué pictures of Elsa on the cover of Seventeen and Cosmo that made the redhead so flustered she had to distract herself with other things.
It was also driving her insane that Elsa was getting under her skin in an entirely different way. She didn't want this attraction to Elsa whatsoever and was determined to never seek out those festering thoughts of what the blonde's lips felt like on hers—
Fuck, knock it off, Anna scolded herself. Focus on the gloves…
In spite of those pictures being very appealing, Anna couldn't help but to notice the fact that her gloves were still glued to her hands. Every interview had at least one question about the leather homing her hands but Elsa gave such a vague answer that it was frustrating the roadie.
It would always go something like this—
Interviewer: Elsa, it seems to be very popular amongst your fans to wear those fingerless gloves you're never seen without. What's the scoop on the gloves?
Elsa: Ah, well if I disclosed that information then the entire show would be ruined.
Interviewer: How so?
Elsa: It gives a sense of mystery, doesn't it?
And that's where she ended to discussion.
Mystery indeed! Anna was seriously getting more and more curious by the day. Now that Elsa had mentioned Anna was part of the Dry Ice family, she expected a few more secrets were going to be revealed.
But she was wrong.
She still wasn't allowed to call Elsa "Els." And that was just so stupid in Anna's opinion.
The next stop was supposed to be in Helena, Montana but a few scheduling problems made it impossible for Dry Ice to perform, even for one night. Elsa and Kai had a humungous fight over the phone about it and Elsa was nearly brought to tears when she was told those concerts had been canceled until Anna managed to calm her down by making hot chocolate from hot water and a packet. All they could do now was slip through Montana and Wyoming before they reached Denver, where their next set of shows would take place.
So the trip was going to be unusually longer then Anna was used to.
As she continued to tear through the internet for any hint on what Elsa was hiding beneath the gloves— Mose snuggled up to her chest— there was a knock on her door.
In a flash, Anna slammed her laptop shut and whacked her head on the shelf above her bed as she sat up. The groan was taken as an okay to enter and Elsa opened the door, her brows furrowed in confusion.
"What's going on in here?" she asked, amused at the grunting and swearing ginger. "You looking at porn?"
"What!? No!" Anna flushed, glaring at Elsa. "What do you want? I thought you guys went to bed."
"I wanted to give you this before I forgot," Elsa said, giggling and walking over and turning on the lamp on Anna's bedside table, burning Anna's eyes out of her sockets at the sudden burst of light.
"Gimme what?" Anna groaned, rubbing the forming bump on her head.
Elsa stuck out her hand to reveal a paycheck with her signature on it, issued to Anna for about one-thousand-six-hundred dollars. Anna gaped down at it and back up at the punk, flabbergasted that she was getting paid this much for just sitting around and hauling things around backstage.
"That… what… wow," Anna spluttered, weakly taking the paper from Elsa.
"End of the month, dork," Elsa grinned. "You've earned that."
"I can't believe it," Anna breathed. "Thank you!"
With a wink, Elsa wished her a goodnight and closed the door behind her. Anna continued to gawk at her paycheck. That job, truly, was more generous than she had imagined. She tucked it away in the top drawer with her chargers and things before reopening her laptop to return to her Elsa research.
There has to be something. It could either be really simple or really complicated… or maybe Elsa's being really theatrical… maybe even, I dunno, melodramatic. I wouldn't put it past her to make a big deal out of nothing after all. Anna chewed on her thumb as she thought, using her other hand to scroll through an interview with some magazine she had never heard of before. God, she's such a walls-up kind of girl. If they weren't such a big deal, then she'd take them off every now and again.
When things seemed to come to a stand-still, Anna decided it was time for her and Mose to get to bed. So she shut off her computer and tucked it back in its case before sliding deeper underneath her blankets, clutching the sloth to her chest.
The light that shined from the slit beneath her door went out, all the boys and Elsa going to bed finally. But the bus still chugged along, occasionally hitting a bump or making a turn, the movement only lulling Anna to sleep.
"I'm getting so fed up with it," Anna said during a pitstop somewhere by the border of Montana and Wyoming. "She has to tell me sometime."
"Give her time, Anna," Olaf said, pushing the shopping cart alongside Anna. "She'll tell you if and when she's ready."
The pair of them were in a small market, stocking up on food and supplies for the band. The list Marshmallow made for Anna was in her hand as she searched through the shelves for the preferred Ramen that Sitron liked.
"It's clearly something important," Anna huffed.
"I told you, kid, it's not my place to say," he said, reaching over for a few cans of soup.
"Why do you wear them?" she demanded as she tossed the noodles into the basket.
"'Cause Elsa does," he reminded her.
They continued down the isles, Anna's teal eyes scanning the produce around her. They took a turn into the frozen section and went to work on filling the cart with pizzas, instant meals, and ice cream.
"I would seriously let it go— no pun intended. If you keep pushing it, then Elsa's never gonna reveal it to you," Olaf said wisely.
"You're probably right," Anna hummed. "Thanks for letting me vent, Olaf."
"Hey, it's no problem. I'm sure it's frustrating now knowing." He patted her on the back kindly with his own gloved hand. "All in good time, Elsa will finally come around. But believe me, she's never been more, ah, loose around someone like this before."
"Oh, don't give me that 'you're changing her' spiel," Anna scoffed, the two heading over to the check out lines. "That's sappy, fan fiction-esque bullshit."
"What if it's true?"
"So what if it is!?" Anna threw her arms up in exasperation. "I can't call her Els. Why? Ooh, 'cause we're not friend-friends." She waved her hands around and rolled her eyes heavily. "That's ridiculous! I mean, if anything, I should at least give her a more creative nickname rather than 'punk' or whatever."
Olaf's mouth twitched upwards but he allowed her to continue ranting. She ranted about how Elsa was pretentious, ranted about how she hated it when Elsa was overly flirtatious, and ranted about how she couldn't believe herself when she allowed Elsa to persuade her to get a piercing.
"But in the end," Anna sighed, stacking the food on the conveyer belt, "she's part of this little makeshift family and I can't stay mad at her."
"Under the spell of Elsa," Olaf teased.
Anna colored. "I am not!"
"You are so! Anna, you're swearing more often than usual," he pointed out. "And you're obsessing over the gloves, which are a part of Elsa. By the power of deduction, you're obsessing over Elsa."
"Olaf!" Anna shrieked, her face a violent shade of red and gathering the attention of several people. "Knock it off!"
He was giggling, biting down on his lip to keep himself from bursting out into laughter. Anna merely pouted, folding her arms across her chest, approaching the cashier with the money Elsa gave her specifically for groceries.
They arrived in Denver early the next morning, Anna curled up in a ball on her bed when Elsa banged on her door to wake her up. Blinking away the sleep, Anna sat up and rubbed her tired, teal eyes before stretching widely and yawning.
She changed into some comfortable clothes she deemed worthy enough to be seen in as she hauled around equipment before she exited her room to tend to her hair and teeth in the bathroom. When she got out, the band was already gone but Oaken was patiently waiting for Anna, smiling warmly at her.
"Hoo-hoo! Good morning, Anna," he greeted.
"Mm… g'morning, Oaken," Anna yawned, waving at him. "What's the schedule for today?"
"Elsa would like you to run into town and pick up some coffee," he said. "Then return here to help me with the backstage clean-up. Apparently, the last band wasn't very courteous during their stay."
"Sounds good," Anna nodded. "I'll see you in thirty minutes to an hour."
"Be safe!" he said as she passed him to exit the bus and head into town.
Anna dug her gloved hands into her pockets, her Docs hitting the sidewalk with dull thuds as she went on her way. Her eyes will still attempting to glue themselves shut, sleep heavy on her shoulders regardless of how hard she had slept the night before. She hated that feeling of sleeping well but being tired anyway.
What was the point?
She found a Starbucks nearby and slipped inside, putting in the orders for her and the band.
It was the same old story, same old routine. And Anna was getting so weary of it all. She secretly wished something would happen to make things a little more interesting… something to pull her out of a rut she was stuck in for a month.
But that night, Anna regretted she had ever made that wish.
The concert was going on well from where Anna was standing side stage right, going over the show's cues in her head as she watched Elsa make the stage her bitch, thrusting those hips every which way. Anna, try as she might, couldn't stop staring.
And she hated it.
"Fuck," she grunted, sinking into a chair and crossing her legs. She closed her eyes and folded her arms across her chest, trying to listen to only the music.
Dry Ice was performing a cover of "Black Sheep" by Metric, Anna only knowing the song from a movie adapted by one of her favorite graphic novels. She found herself paying attention to one specific instrument: Olaf's guitar. For some reason, she was able to pick it out the best amongst the thunking of Sitron's bass, the pounding beat of Marshmallow's drums, Elsa's scrumptious voice, and the hoots and hollers of the crowd. She cracked one eye open, zeroing in on the guitarist, who was closest to her from where she was sitting.
His gloves hands were flying across the chords, his head banging to the music just enough to show how absorbed he was with his music. How in sync he was with the rest of the band, yet it also appeared as if he were off in his own world.
Anna smiled at him, unbeknownst to him, and cheered him on by shouting, "Olaf! Olaf!" only for it to be lost in the sea of Elsa's name and drowned out by the song. The backstage screw didn't notice the lone roadie, clapping along with the beat, beaming in respect for her friend. But it seemed like he heard Anna's voice somehow in the buzz of all the chaos and his smile got more cartoonish, slaying the axe with a harsh move of his fingers, the sound slicing through the air in such a way that the very air practically vibrated.
It was sort of sad, she mused, that Elsa got all the attention. There were important people with her on that stage. Her ego would be her downfall one day… Anna just hoped she would never have to see that day.
When the end of the song reverberated around the stadium, everyone screamed and shouted. Elsa called their attention and sat on one of the larger amps, crossing her legs and addressing them, her lips brushing the microphone and her voice pulling them into her spell.
Anna avoided such hypnotic actions by busying herself with a time chart that really meant absolutely nothing.
"Hello, Denver, it's so great to be here with all of you," Elsa cooed.
"I love you, Elsa!" a female voice screamed from the crowd.
Elsa's smirk grew. "And I love you, sweetheart."
Another scream followed and then silence, Anna pretty sure that girl had just fainted. The rockstar didn't seemed conceded as she continued to have a one-sided conversation with her fans.
"I visited Denver a while back… It was snowing then," she recalled, earning a few whoops. "Oh man, those were still my roadie days. Can you all see me as a roadie, my dears?"
There was a collective sound of laughter, the three boys chuckling in the background. Anna felt a small connection with Elsa, liking the fact she and the punk shared an occupation at one point. Maybe that's why Elsa was giving her such an easy time for the most part.
"By the end of this tour, we'll be in New York. It's crazy to think that we've gotten this far. Of course, it's all thanks to you," she said, making a graceful swooping gesture with her hand across the audience to make her point. They all cheered, happy to help their goddess with her success.
But their celebration was cut short when a bottle was thrown out of the pit and soared at Elsa's head. Olaf had seen it coming in the nick of time, for he had ripped off his guitar and rushed to her, tackling her out of the way. The bottle shattered on the taller amp Elsa had been leaning her back against, drawing absolute silence in the audience.
Sitron and Marshmallow abandoned their instruments and Anna ran on stage, Oaken hot at her heels.
"Are you okay?" they all asked her in unison, ignoring the uproar in the crowd as the loyal fans of Dry Ice searched for the bottle thrower.
"I'm fine," Elsa grumbled, Olaf helping her to her feet. "Thanks for the save, buddy."
"Hey, no problem," he said, mustering a grin.
Security began to flood the passageways and block the exits.
"Who the hell threw that?" Anna wondered, glaring into the crowd.
"I don't know," Sitron growled, clenching his fists. "But I'll fucking find out."
"Wait," Elsa warned, throwing an arm out to keep the bassist from charging into the pit— most likely to be attacked by fans rather than bottle throwers. "Let security handle this. The show must go on… no matter what."
"Don't give me that Queen bullshit," Sitron snapped. "If someone threw a bottle at Freddie Mercury, I'm pretty sure there'd be police officers swarming the place immediately."
"In case you haven't noticed, I'm not Freddie Mercury," Elsa said, rolling her eyes. "And I bet you he'd keep singing just the same unless the bottle smacked him in the head!"
"Alright, alright!" Anna said, calling them to peace, spreading her hands calmly.
The crowd was still rumbling, a few people trying to push their way around in an attempt to find the attacker. No one was paying much attention to what was happening on stage.
"Look, security will handle it," Anna assured, trying to smooth over the situation. "Oaken, can you get out there and try to subdue the asshole?"
"I'll do my best," he said before rushing off to assist the rest of the guards.
"Now, you four get back to your stations," Anna commanded, the band staring at her in serious respect for once. "Elsa, try to get the crowd to remain silent and still. The rest of you keep a keen eye on the pit. He can't have left yet. Got it?"
They all nodded in unison.
"Great, I'll try to sneak into the pit and see if I can't do anything."
And with that, Anna took off and slipped down the side stairs into the pit, flashing her ID at the security guard who prevented rabid fans from performing stage dives, getting too close to Elsa, or climbing on stage and claiming the title of first-class attention whore. He let her go through and Anna easily blended into the crowd of Dry Ice fanatics who were lucky enough to get pit access.
"Everyone, please!" Elsa said into the mic, her voice suddenly cold and commanding, as if she were an actual queen ruling over a kingdom. "I ask for your silence…"
And everyone shut their mouths, freezing underneath the gaze of the punk. They were staring at her in anticipation, Elsa's eyes following Anna as she slipped around the fans with ease, nobody paying her the slightest attention.
"It would appear, someone is trying to get under my skin," Elsa said.
Anna nearly snorted. That's one way to put it. And here I thought my friends were jackasses. At least they have the sense not to throw a glass bottle at her.
"But, my loves, that will not happen," Elsa said firmly, standing her ground. The air seemed to cackle with a chilly wind, her combat boots planted firmly on the stage. "Whoever you are, I'm sorry to say nobody else here is willing to follow your movement… and boy, you're in trouble." Her smile turned so malicious, a shiver passed through every single audience member.
There was movement in the row behind Anna and she quickened her pace in the thick crowd, shoving by everyone and ignoring their protests. Elsa saw her struggle and waved her hand lazily.
"If you wouldn't mind, darlings, my good friend Anna is trying to capture our bottle thrower," Elsa said. "Please give her space."
As if Elsa possessed the force, everyone gravitated away from the redhead, giving her room to pursue the idiot who dared to throw a bottle at Anna's friend. With a strength she didn't know she possessed, Anna made a lunge for him as he tried to get away. She grabbed him around the waist and they both went crashing to the cool grass of the stadium beneath them, the horse head of the Denver Broncos playing as the arena for their scuffle.
The man was swearing but Anna didn't quite grasp what he was saying at that given time, sending his fists flying behind him in order to harm her. He was attempting to throw her off but she held on tight. There were four shouts in the growing noise, all recognizable to Anna as the concerned cries of her friends on stage. All at once, the Dry Ice fans screeched and assisted Anna in maintaining him. It was then that Anna truly appreciated their dedication to the band.
Oaken came bolting out of nowhere, ripping him away from Anna and lifting him high into the air with his fist, his usually kind eyes glowing with a protective fury. Anna glanced at the stage to find Elsa, Olaf, Sitron, and Marshmallow containing themselves from jumping into the pit, their eyes also burning with hatred at the man for trying to hurt her. If it hadn't been for the kindness they had showed her that night in Seattle, Anna would have been shocked.
Instead, she gave them and reassuring smile and followed Oaken backstage, the burly man slinging the attacker over his shoulder like a rag doll.
Out of respect, the crowd applauded Anna. Elsa visibly relaxed but her gloved hands were still gripping the microphone tightly.
"Well, now that's out of the way," Elsa said thinly. "Shall I serenade you all with a bit of Paramore?"
That worked like a charm on her loyal fans, the worshiping returning full force and cheers rolling out to Elsa and the band like the ocean.
The man could have been a Dry Ice fan… if he gave it any real effort. He was a peculiar sort of fellow, Anna noted, as she watched him struggle against blue and red electrical cords on a wooden chair. Average in bulk, Dry Ice memorabilia on his person in order to blend in with the crowd, but his hair was far too clean cut and he wasn't wearing gloves. No way was this guy a punk. Most of the words he had uttered so far were swears in either Anna's direction or Oaken's. Anna could have sworn she had seen him before... someone she knew was friends with this guy.
The blonde security guard was glaring down at him, his cuddly, teddy bear appearance extinguished completely. If Anna weren't so angry at the man, she would have been scared of Oaken.
The concert was ending with the last note of "Let It Go" being belted out by Elsa. Once she finished, the audience exploded with applause and Elsa bid them farewell.
Anna had to hand it to Elsa; she really managed to collect herself and perform as if nothing had gone wrong. The show must go on, indeed.
The band exited off the stage and jogged around to the back where the three were waiting for them. The attacker was pouting— though Anna felt he had no reason to pout— and slumping in his seat.
"Alright, ass-wipe," Elsa said, getting into his face. "What's the big idea?"
The man simply glared at her.
"Not gonna talk? Fine," Elsa growled, leaning back and folding her arms across her chest. In spite of the sweat glistening on her skin and her chest heaving from bouncing around on stage, Elsa still managed to look intimidating. "I'm sure the cops will have a nice time with you. I don't need to waste my time—"
"He warned you," the man said, his eyes falling on Anna.
"I beg your pardon?" Anna said, alarmed. "Who warned me?"
"Keep Anna out of this," Elsa said sharply.
"Wait, hold on," Olaf piped up. "Els, give him time to say what he has to."
"Who warned me!?" Anna demanded, exasperated, tired, and knowing her hotel bed was calling to her.
"Anders," the man said dully. "Hans found out that his family basically disowned him after he told tales of revenge. And that Anders came blubbering to you in order to avoid a lawsuit."
"You're Westerguard's lackey?" Elsa spat, disgusted.
"My name is Denis, thank you very much."
"Okay, Denis," Olaf said, he and Elsa seeming to play good-cop-bad-cop at this point. "If you tell us why—"
"I already told you," Denis said, rolling his eyes. "Hans wants revenge. You picked a bone with the wrong guy, Elsa." He grinned malevolently at her. "He's not going to take this firing lightly."
"Hans can go fuck himself!" Sitron said from behind Anna, startling her.
"I concur," Elsa said firmly.
"Revenge is gonna be sweet unless you make amends," Denis continued.
"Wait a second... Denis... as in Hans' friend? You're buddies with him from high school, aren't you!?" Anna yelled.
Attention turned on her for a moment. Denis merely smiled up at her, a knowing glint in his eyes. He knew who Anna was the moment he got a full view of her.
"Yeah, it's me. I've always been loyal to Hans and he was a good roadie. You fired him for no reason."
"Hans got fired because of his bad attitude, his lazy tendencies… the list goes on!" Olaf said, starting to get irritated fast.
"So he hired me to deliver the warning," Denis said, as if it all made sense.
"But that doesn't explain why you threw a fucking bottle at Elsa's head," Anna ground out, drawing astonished expressions from the band. "That's not a warning! A warning is a cryptic message on their Facebook wall or… an email… or a creepy phone call with a voice alterer!"
The corners of Elsa's mouth twitched upward at the endearing ideas Anna had for a warning.
"A bottle isn't exactly a great message," Marshmallow finally spoke up. "Especially if you aimed at her head."
"I wasn't aiming at her head, you idiots," Jones growled. "It just so happened to go that direction."
"Bullshit!" Elsa and Anna snapped simultaneously.
"Look, I may be hired to deliver a warning but I was certainly not trying to kill the girl," Denis defended. "That would be moronic."
The band, plus Anna, exchanged mixed expressions. On one hand, Olaf and Marshmallow seemed to believe his story. Sitron looked torn— deciding on whether or not to clock Denis a new one or let it go entirely. Elsa and Anna were both infuriated, wanting to get to the bottom of this and then let it go. If Hans was really out for revenge, Anna was convinced that he was a big psychopath and acting like a gigantic child.
"Denis… I think we need to assess the situation," Olaf said slowly, not regarding the incredulous looks thrown his way by Elsa and Anna. "If what you say is true, then clearly Hans needs to be found and… we'll let you go."
"I want a damn restraining order," Elsa muttered.
"I won't do it again," Denis promised. "He'll hear about it on the news, for sure, and his message gets across. But if he hires me for another job, this won't be the last you see of me."
"Fuck you," Elsa growled, raising a fist but Olaf held her back.
"I'm sure Twitter and Tumblr are blowing up right now," Anna mumbled, fighting the itch to whip out her phone and scour her dashboard for gif sets of Olaf pushing Elsa out of the way and her Twitter to find Tweets that most likely went: "OMG you guys won't even believe what happened (hashtagElsa, hashtagDryIce)."
"Should we press charges?" Sitron said, glancing at Elsa.
Elsa chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes raking over Jones with distaste. He returned the stare blankly, appearing bored.
"'Should we press charges!?'" Anna repeated, gaping at Sitron. "Should!?"
"No," Elsa answered.
"Wait, what?" Anna's fury vanished in an instant.
"I don't have time to waste on him," Elsa said. "It was one bottle thrower and I'm feeling lenient… Oaken, escort him out. I think we all deserve some time at a dive bar to drink away our troubles. But if I ever see you around us again, I promise it'll be your blood on my glove."
Oaken untied Denis and grabbed him by the back of his shirt, forcing him along. Anna was staring stupidly at Elsa, dumbstruck. Elsa caught her glance and furrowed her brows.
"What?" she snapped.
"I… No," Anna said acidly. "No, no, no, you should have done something!"
"Anna, I don't have time for getting into the legal bullshit," Elsa said harshly. "If he says he's not gonna do it again, he won't do it again! But I will find Hans sometime soon and crush him for good. I guarantee you that."
The redhead drew in a long breath, the hum of the crowd long gone from their interrogation session with Jones. She felt tears prick the back of her eyes as her gloved hand ran through her hair.
"I just… I didn't like…" She felt her neck burn. "I was scared."
"Scared?" Elsa said.
Neither of them noticed that the three boys had followed Oaken out to give Denis a quick piece of their mind before allowing him to traipse off. It was just the two girls surrounded by electrical equipment and busy techies.
"I thought… I thought the bottle was going to hit you and I couldn't do a thing about it," Anna whispered.
Elsa allowed herself to smile genuinely, her heart fluttering at the compassion Anna was showing towards her. She tentatively reached out and wrapped an arm around the roadie's shoulders.
"Hey, Anna, it's alright," Elsa assured gently, ducking her head to meet Anna's teal eyes. "Lucky Olaf saw it before I did."
Anna sniffled and rubbed underneath her eyes, cursing herself for nearly crying at Elsa's expense. She nodded shyly, however, thanking their lucky stars that Olaf was light on his feet and acted fast.
"Just don't get attacked by bottle throwers again, okay?" Anna said, her voice cracking. "Or I'll finish the bottle's job."
Elsa laughed— not a snicker— a true laugh, throwing her head back with mirth. Anna felt her mouth twitch and her heart soared.
"I'll keep that in mind, kid," Elsa said, squeezing Anna's arm. "C'mon, I'll buy you a beer."
She started to lead Anna out of the stadium, the ginger feeling confident enough to slip her arm around Elsa's waist, the two of them finally acting like friends on mutual standings. They exited the stadium and spied three silhouettes pummeling one, though not too hard, and shouting warnings at him to never attempt to hurt Elsa again.
"You know what, that beer sounds great," Anna agreed, grimacing and almost feeling sorry for Jones. "It'll get my mind off of this whole incident."
"Jesus Christ," Elsa groaned. She placed two fingers in her mouth and whistled, calling off her band members at once. "Leave him alone!"
The three sulked off, Denis— not too hurt— stumbling to his feet and stuffing his hands in his pockets before heading in the other direction.
"They really do love you, Els," Anna tried.
Elsa smiled. "Yeah, they do."
They continued into Denver, arms still lazily slung over one another in kindness. The cool Denver sky smiled down upon them, midnight striking somewhere on someone's watch. Anna didn't remember what time she and Elsa made it back to the hotel but she was sure that it was at least three in the morning. They crashed in their respective rooms, tipsy and sleepy.
Anna, however, fell asleep with a goofy grin on her face.
She had called Elsa "Els."
And Elsa didn't even correct her.
This is late, I know. I had meant to update it yesterday but I ended up going out and I didn't get home until midnight. By then I was too tired to go on my computer and update it.
But here it is.
Can you see the Elsanna? It's getting there!
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