So there's this chapter… then the next one is… the real Elsanna. Reasons leading up to it will ensue in the beginning of that one. For now, have some sexual tension and fluff.

This is also more of a filler chapter than most. There's some purpose to it but it's to give the girls a chance to get closer.

Thank you for your continued support.

They left Weselton faster than a speeding bullet after their second show. They didn't even wait a night to relax and unwind. They loaded up their equipment, Oaken leapt into the driver's seat, and the bus took off into the dead of night. Elsa and Anna were sitting in the roadie's bedroom, watching the town fade into the distance until nothing was around them but the desert, heading towards Oklahoma City.

"Good riddance," Elsa said, folding her arms across her chest and leaning her back on the wall.

She was sitting at the foot of Anna's bed, Anna at the head, playing idly with Mose. For some reason, both girls had decided to hang out in her bedroom, even though there was next to nothing to do in there. The tiny TV was playing a cable news channel because Anna didn't have DirectTV like the front room and Elsa's room did. The anchor was talking about a storm hitting up in Montana and how tornado season was finally coming to a close.

"Are you okay?" she asked Anna, her icy eyes falling on the younger girl.

"Huh? Of course I am," Anna replied, taken slightly aback. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I forgot that you also went for girls at one point," Elsa admitted. "I wasn't hurt as bad… 'cause, fuck, I've been called those names plenty of times before. Oaken, too. But you? I hardly know anything about you."

"Oh." Anna pressed her lips together in thought. "Well, no, I've never been called anything like that before. Arendelle has always been a very open minded community. I might have been teased but it was always only by Merida. We joked around and—" Anna giggled. "—said stupid stuff like 'ha! That's gay!' if we, I dunno, said something really lovey-dovey to one another. But it was an inside joke and we never, ever took it by heart."

"I'm sorry you had to be put through all that," Elsa told her truthfully. "I… I didn't realize how awful they were going to be."

"Hey, it's alright," Anna said with a sad smile. "But I'm more sorry you've been through that kind of torment."

Elsa shrugged apathetically.

"And you said that you don't know anything about me?" Anna said.

"I don't. Hardly your favorite color. I know your phone number. That's it. That, and your romantic backstory. That's not all you."

"Would you like to know?"

The question came out shyly, Anna's cheeks lighting up against her will. It was only a matter of time, after all, for Anna do reveal her not-so-dark past to Elsa. She had been forcing Elsa to come forward with her history and it wasn't very fair.

"Of course," Elsa nodded, smiling genuinely.

"Okay… but if I start to ramble, let me apologize ahead of time," Anna said.

"I've told you before, kid, I like hearing you talk."

"Hold on," Anna said, shaking her head. "What is the matter with you?"

Elsa quirked a brow. "What are you talking about?"

"Suddenly you're acting so nice to me!" Anna flailed a hand in the air. "I don't understand! You're perfectly fine with me about to go off on a tangent, talking about my past, and… and… well, you're acting as if we're best friends all of the sudden!"

"I thought we were best friends," Elsa said, forcing herself not to grin.

"Well you— wait, what?"

Elsa rolled her eyes at Anna, the grin creeping across her face. "I let you call me 'Els,' didn't I?"

But the gloves are still on, Anna thought. "Yeah… I guess."

"Just roll with it, baby," Elsa teased.

Anna pursed her lips skeptically. "You're sure you want to hear about me?"

"Talk away," Elsa offered, raising a hand to give Anna permission to rant.

The redhead blinked before she took a deep breath and decided to dive into wherever her mind would take her to.

"Alright… let's see. I was born and raised in Arendelle. Dated seriously with two people: Hans and Merida. Otherwise, I kinda kept to myself and my group of friends. Well, actually, I was a big social butterfly during events like football games and homecoming. I talk to just about anybody." She started to get more comfortable as she went along. "I have a dog named Bluebell and she's a two-year-old beagle.

"My mom runs a little café and my dad is a writer. He's not famous but he has a couple published works out there. My favorite color is green, 'cause it reminds me of springtime. Ooh, I started school early. My parents thought it would be a good idea for me to get a head start so that's why I'm becoming a junior in college at the age of nineteen. It's weird but… hey, I'm alright with it.

"Ooh, I love chocolate. Have I told you that? Maybe I have. It's the best creation ever since sliced bread. I used to sneak chocolate from my parents and sometimes get in trouble when they caught me. I got smart, though, and started keeping a secret stash under my bed. Like drugs but they weren't drugs."

Elsa snorted and Anna grinned at her, stopping herself for a moment.

"Clearly the chocolate wasn't laced with drugs either," Elsa chuckled. "Ever tried 'em before?"

"Goodness no," Anna said, shaking her head. "I mean, no judgement 'cause I know you've tried them but you ended up puking."

"Yeah… it wasn't my proudest moment. Sitron was laughing at me. He was fucking stoned out of his mind."

"My lord," Anna moaned. "Of course he was."

"I was over at his… uncle's house? I think his uncle's house. But Olaf had taken me over there and they decided to try some pot that Sitron found in his dad's room. Olaf passed out, I vomited, and Sitron held it together. We were… fifteen?"

"Really!?"

"Olaf never did it again because he only wanted to try it once. It's obvious to why I didn't."

"And Sitron?"

"Oh, he's still a pothead." Elsa shrugged. "But it's not like he does it everyday. He didn't start up until he was older because his dad found out. It's not a common occurrence. I haven't seen him stoned in a long time but once during practice he came over and smelled like he had been watching Beatles videos on loop."

Anna laughed. "Oh my god."

"Anything else to tell me, kiddo?"

"Um… nope, I think I covered everything for the most part." Anna cocked her head to the side. "How about you? Favorite color?"

"Mine is periwinkle. It has such an interesting name." Elsa flushed slightly and scratched the side of her neck. "You know… for a color."

Anna flashed her a smile. "Periwinkle is a nice color. Although, it's kinda cute you like it for its name rather than just the way it looks."

"I do that a lot," Elsa mumbled.

"What's that?"

"Nothing…"

They drifted into a silence, the TV broadcasting the news the only sound in the room. The anchor was now talking of a car crash that happened on some freeway not too far away from where the bus was driving.

"Well… it's getting late," Elsa said, sliding off the bed. "Good talking to you, Anna. Sweet dreams."

"You too, Els," Anna said, waving her goodbye as she left to room. The roadie chewed on her lip as she glanced down at Mose. "What am I gonna do?" she asked the sloth. "I'm insane, aren't I? Liking Elsa…" Her eyes flickered to the door to ensure it was closed and then back down to her toy. She lowered her voice. "I mean, of course I'm insane. I'm asking a stuffed animal."

Mose was silent, staring back up at her with unblinking brown eyes.

"Don't look at me like that," Anna scoffed. "What do you know? You're a sloth." She blinked and leaned her head back, only to smack the back of it with the shelf. "Awh, fucking shit!"

"Anna, watching your fucking language!" Olaf teased from the other room.

Anna grunted, rubbing the smarting part of her head before getting up to change into her pajamas, switching off the TV in the process.

"I used to be a good girl without a potty mouth," she muttered. "I mean, sure, I'd say damn and hell but… ugh." She took off her shirt and bra before pulling on her sleeping shirt. "Whatever."

Anna pulled back her blankets and sank into bed, cuddling with Mose and turning off the lights.

They had three concerts in Oklahoma City, all of which went smoothly. On the final night, the band decided to attend another after party since it had actually been a while. Anna willingly followed them into a dive bar that was hosting the party, flashing her band ID at the bartender for her drinks.

She was starting to loosen up around the band ("And about time, too!" Elsa had shouted over the boom of the music) and wanted to enjoy herself. Anna even danced with Olaf and Sitron at one point, laughing as they took turns spinning her around and making stupid faces at her. She and Elsa even danced side by side, both them more or less tipsy.

Marshmallow, however, was the only one who seemed to be glued to the wall, his big blue eyes watching the scene before him. Anna stopped her borderline grinding with Elsa— who was the one to coax Anna into getting a little dirty— and frowned.

"What's the matter, kid?" Elsa called, her voice distant in the noise of the bar.

"Just… gimme a minute," Anna replied, brushing the far more inebriated Elsa off of her— and ignoring the voice in the back of her head to continue the dirty dancing.

The roadie approached Marshmallow, whose attention immediately snapped onto her, a concerned expression on his face.

"What's wrong, Anna?" he wondered. "Is Elsa starting to get too risqué for you?"

Anna cracked a smile. "No, no. She's just being Elsa. I wanted to know if you wanted to dance?"

"I'm not much of a dancer."

"Then, how about we get out of here and get a drink at a quieter bar?" she offered.

Marshmallow raised his white brows at her before smiling and nodding. The two of them left the bar together, the other band members not noticing their leave of absence. Elsa had found a fan to dance with for a while, Olaf chatting up a few new friends, and Sitron demanding for more drinks.

"They're a wild crowd," Marshmallow mused as he and Anna strode down the sidewalk.

"They are indeed," Anna agreed, slightly slurring her words.

"You're a bit drunk," he pointed out. "Do you just want to get back to the bus?"

"No, I suggested to you a while ago that we go get a drink together sometime and I want to live up to that." She patted his big trunk of an arm.

"You remember that?" He sounded surprised.

"Oh, sure! I want to be friends with all you guys," Anna chirped. "Olaf and I have been on track, Elsa has suddenly considered herself to be my best friend, and I'm sure Sitron and I are friends." She shrugged. "But you and I hardly got to spend time with one another since we went shopping together back in…" She blew her lips and sounded like a horse for a second. "Was it Santa Fe?"

"Sounds about right."

They made a turn on the street and found themselves in front of a sports bar that looked mostly empty. He opened the door for her and they entered, sitting themselves down at the bar. Marshmallow ordered them beers, becoming more comfortable in a quieter setting. A baseball game was playing on a TV overhead and he kept his eye on the score every so often during the conversation. He didn't want to appear rude and only pay attention to the screen.

"What's our next stop?" Anna asked him, clinking their bottles together in a toast to nothing in particular. "Oklahoma City was a blur."

He laughed. "It gets like that some days." He took a large swig of his beer before responding to original question. "Next stop is New Orleans."

"Really!?" she said, lighting up like a firecracker. "I've always wanted to go there! I have a friend who has her own restaurant there! She was my pen pal in middle school and we just kept talking."

"Is she a kind of friend who'll leave you alone in a bar?" Marshmallow said darkly, still not over the event in Seattle.

"Oh, I'm over that," she told him gently. "They apologized to me. I mean, yeah it was a pretty shitty thing to do, but who knows what really went down. I can hardly remember what made them do it." She smiled. "But no, Tiana isn't one of those people. She's incredibly sweet and her husband is hilarious."

"We're playing a couple nights down there," he said, much cheerier than before. "Maybe we can stop in and eat at her place."

"I would love that," Anna sighed. "About time we do something that's nice instead of roaming the streets for junk food and stuff."

"Are you enjoying the tour thus far, though?"

"I am. I'll admit, I was skeptical in joining you guys… but you're all much kinder and considerate than you let on. And I've come to love all of you." She took a drink. "I'm gonna miss touring with you when time is up. You'll drop me off in Arendelle and then return to Wisconsin… if that's where you guys will go."

"Maybe," he said. "But you're impossible for us to forget, Anna." He clapped a bear paw sized hand on her shoulder. "We'll come visit you."

"You better," Anna warned him, wagging a finger in his face. "Or I'll be a creepy Tumblr, Twitter, and Facebook stalker 'til you do. Leave messages like, 'hey guys, remember me?' And slap an evil face on there for effect. Maybe some cryptic messages about how I know where you live but it'll be under a different name. Freak all of you out."

He let out a single bark of laughter. "Please do! I think it will entertain us for a while."

"No it's not fun when you know who it is!" she reasoned.

"You're right, you're right," he chuckled, shaking his big head.

The bar erupted in a loud roar from the few patrons inside, someone hitting a home run in the baseball game. Marshmallow frowned— the team who was winning was not the one he wanted. Anna nursed her beer for a few minutes, the noise dying down in the background.

"Hey, Marshmallow…" She gazed up at him from beneath her eyelashes.

"Hm?"

"How'd you meet Elsa?"

"Oh, it's not an interesting story. Elsa and I met through Olaf. My brother had her over one afternoon. I must have been about thirteen or fourteen when I met her." He clinked his fingernails on the glass bottle. "She was sweet. Wore those glasses and everything back then. She told you about that, right?"

"Yeah. Olaf, too."

He smiled distantly. "She was really something. I crushed on her for about a month."

"Awh!" Anna giggled. "How cute."

"She shot me down, though."

Anna's smile evaporated. "Oh…" She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "I'm sorry."

"It's no big deal," he said with a massive shrug of his shoulders. "It was a silly little crush that Olaf constantly teased me about. I'm sure he liked her sometime, too."

"Does everyone crush on her!?" Anna groaned, throwing her arms up in exasperation. "Why is she so damn crushable?"

Marshmallow looked at her strangely. "What makes you say that?"

It dawned on Anna that she almost revealed her attraction to Elsa to Marshmallow and decided to clamp her mouth shut before she said anything else stupid.

"Just… her fans," she whimpered before putting the bottle to her lips and taking a large swig, only to have it go down the wrong pipe and making her choke on it.

His eyes widened as he thumped her hard on the back, the poor redhead coughing hard into the crook of her arm.

"You alright?" he asked worriedly.

"Y-yeah," she croaked, swallowing hard. "I'm good, I'm great. Thank you."

After another round of drinks, they took off to the bus. Anna was getting sleepy with each step, leaning her tiny head on the large arm of her friend. He placed a protective arm around her shoulders and led her to their home. When they arrived, Elsa was passed out on the couch, Olaf in his bunk, and Sitron's arms dangling out of his bunk, almost hitting the guitarist in the face.

"You should get some sleep, kid," Marshmallow whispered to Anna. "See you in the morning on the way to New Orleans."

"I can't wait," Anna gurgled, smiling drunkenly up at him.

Her hangover wasn't terrible the next morning. She went through her morning routine of taking over the bathroom, showering, brushing her teeth and hair, dressing, and cleaning her piercing. With her pajamas in the drawer and hair pulled back into a lazy ponytail, she entered the front room ready to face the day.

Elsa was in the booth, eating a bowl of cereal with Olaf sitting across from her, also eating cereal. The box was in between them so it gave off the appearance of the two of them in a commercial for Frosted Flakes, Olaf and Elsa playing the roles of siblings who sort of looked like one another.

Marshmallow was beside his brother but was eating some toast, his eyes glued shut with tiredness.

"Good morning," Anna greeted quietly, Sitron's bunk curtains still drawn and indicating he was still snoozing off the night. She slid inside to sit next to Elsa. "How is everyone today?"

"Tired," Marshmallow muttered.

"Hungry," Olaf said through a mouthful of cereal.

"Hungover," Elsa grunted, rubbing her temple.

"Great," Anna smirked. "Are we looking forward to New Orleans?"

"I am!" Olaf grinned, perking up slightly. "I haven't been in the longest time."

"You went to New Orleans!?" Anna gasped, looking at him with newfound respect.

"Yup. I went with the band in high school," he said.

"Aren't you hungry?" Elsa asked Anna, glancing at her. "We have more cereal if you want any."

"Sure," Anna nodded, getting to her feet and grabbing a bowl from the cabinet and a spoon from the drawer. She sat back down and poured herself some cereal, the others staring at her oddly. "What?"

"You're not putting milk in there?" Elsa wondered, pointing at the breakfast for the roadie.

"No, I don't like milk in my cereal," Anna said, blinking and cocking her head to one side.

They gawked at her.

"This… that's not weird," Anna defended firmly, sticking her spoon in the dry cereal. "I just don't like it when they get soggy."

"But the milk is the best part," Olaf argued.

Anna merely rolled her eyes and ate her cereal as it was, eliciting winces from the other three. She told them to knock it off, continuing to enjoy her breakfast in peace. The three band members exchanged incredulous looks before finishing off their own meals.

When Sitron woke up and the dishes were in the sink, they occupied their time with alternating turns on Assassin's Creed. Whenever someone would die, they'd have to pass it off to another player. It was unfortunate for everyone when Elsa started to play because she was actually very good at scaling the walls and jumping from buildings. It took about twenty guards in what was basically Vatican City to finally take her down so Olaf could get a turn.

They made a stop in a small down near the border of Louisiana for lunch and to refill the bus with some gas. Anna took that opportunity to message Tiana on Facebook with news of her arrival in New Orleans that evening.

She got a reply back almost at once, Tiana excitedly inviting Anna and the rest of the band to stay with her while she was in town. She and Naveen, her husband, had plenty of room, according to her and any meals eaten at her restaurant would be free of charge.

"A free place to stay and free meals," Elsa said approvingly when Anna told them of Tiana's generosity. "I like this friend better than your Seattle assholes."

"This'll be the first time Tiana are meeting face-to-face," Anna giddily. "We've video chatted over Facebook a few times but never actually came into contact, of course."

"I can't wait to meet her," Olaf said. "She sounds awesome."

With the bus full of gas and their stomachs full of fast food, they boarded their mobile home and headed off to the bayou that was New Orleans. The closer they got, the more excited Anna became. She was practically vibrating with pent up excitement on the couch, watching Sitron as he attempted to climb the Colosseum in the start-up game of Assassin's Creed.

"Shouldn't we be playing the game that takes place in New Orleans to get in the mood?" Marshmallow suggested.

"I would but we didn't bring that along with us," Elsa said.

"Bummer," Olaf said. "Sitron, you're gonna fall."

"I am not," Sitron grunted, moving the joysticks as he scaled the exterior. "I'll get up there!"

"You're actually gonna fall," Elsa warned him.

"Stop saying that!" Sitron shouted.

As soon as that left his mouth, he moved Ezio just the wrong way so he leapt off the building prematurely, causing him to plummet to the earth.

"Parachute!" Olaf cried.

"We don't have that yet!" Sitron wailed, pressing random buttons.

And with that, Sitron was desynchronized.

"My turn," Elsa said, swiping the remote from him.

"Hello, New Orleans!" Anna cheered, bursting from the bus as soon as they parked in front of the Tiana's Place restaurant, directions given to Anna a couple hours before. "My name is Anna and I'm ready to love you!"

The sky was a deep navy blue, rolling clouds hanging low in the sky. A few drops of humid rain were falling onto her but she didn't care. It wasn't bad like Seattle was, with rain tumbling from the sky in heaps. She knew that New Orleans, however, could do much more than a simple sprinkle.

"This is so exciting!" she cooed, running in circles on the sidewalk.

She could smell the ocean from where she was standing, Tiana's Place resting near the docks. The restaurant itself looked like a riverboat with a turquoise neon sign bearing the name of the place. The lights were on, casting an orange glow on the area around the bus. A few people were walking in and out, indicating that it was still open for business.

"Wow," Elsa said, impressed. "That's one pretty lookin' building."

"What's that smell?" Olaf said, his stomach growling. "I want everything in there. It smells so good."

"Well, c'mon, you guys! Let's go inside!" Anna encouraged, beckoning them over as she started rushing towards the entrance.

The four plus Oaken followed her into Tiana's Place, immediately greeted with the sounds of jazz and scrumptious smells of foods of all kinds. The place was packed in spite of it being ten o'clock at night, waiters and waitresses running around with trays stuffed with delicious looking gumbos and beignets.

"Well fuck," breathed Sitron.

"The band is great," Elsa complimented. "Who is that playing the trumpet?"

The stage was on the far side of the restaurant but the music was brilliant enough to capture her attention. The man playing the trumpet was on the heavier side with coffee colored skin. His black hair was cut short and he was sporting a clean trimmed beard. He wore an olive green suit that looked as if it came from the nineteen twenties but was rocking it perfectly.

His fingers were controlling the trumpet with a magic Elsa greatly respected, so deep into his talent and love for music. His improvisation was incredible, the band following along with him in sync.

A short scream cut Elsa out of her examination of the trumpet player. She turned her attention to a thin woman rushing through the crowd of people in a festive flappers outfit, fitting in with the rest of the ambiance of the restaurant.

"Tiana!" Anna cried at the woman, opening her arms and enveloping the woman in a fierce hug.

"Anna!" was the reply. "It's so good to finally meet to in person, honey!"

"Likewise!" Anna giggled. "Oh my gosh, Tia, this place is Fabulous with a capital F!" They pulled apart, both eyes sparkling with joy. "I really can't believe I'm here!"

"Well, you're here," Tiana said, laughing. "And this is Dry Ice, I presume." She sized up the band with a kind smile. "Yes, I've heard all about you from my friend Charlotte. She'll most likely want to meet you all. I'm more of a jazz fan, myself."

"We noticed," Sitron said. "The band is actually pretty great."

"Who's the trumpet player?" Elsa asked.

"Oh, that's Louis," Tiana said. "He and I go way back. He's been playing the trumpet since he was little. Very passionate about it. He and his band, The Firefly Five Plus Lou, have been playing here for a long time." She put her hands on hips. "But where are my manners? You're in my town now! You deserve a proper meal. Have you all eaten dinner yet?"

"No, we're starving!" Olaf jumped in, clutching his stomach.

Tiana grinned. "Well, then you need some good food in those stomachs." She called off to her right to a man as he served a table their dinner. "Naveen, hon!"

The man called glanced up and held one finger in the air to tell her to give him a minutes. As soon as he finished, he bounded over and smiled brightly.

"What is it, lilypad?" he asked affectionately.

"We need a table for our esteemed guests," Tiana said, gesturing to Dry Ice.

"Is that so?" Naveen said, eyeing the band up and down. "Then they need the VIP section right in front of the stage!"

"Sounds great," Elsa said, actually smiling and feeling a warmth of welcome in her stomach. It was a nice change from the ice cold anxiety she had been feeling since Texas. "Thank you so much."

"It's not a problem," Naveen said, bowing deeply and theatrically to them, Tiana rolling her eyes at him. "Shall we, princess?"

"Which girl are you talking to?" Anna said.

"Yeah, 'cause I'm no princess," Elsa smirked, nudging Anna in the ribs. "This one is as princess-y as you can get."

Anna flushed and pouted at her, pretending to look offended when she actually thrilled at the thought of Elsa calling her princess. Tiana excused herself from the group to go and help out at another table and eventually the kitchens as Naveen led them over to their table.

"Louis!" Naveen called up tot he trumpet player. "Play our guests the best jazz that New Orleans has to offer!"

Elsa was belting out the last note of "Let It Go," stuck in a power stance with her eyes screwed shut. The crowd beneath her was cheering like crazy, jumping up and down, chanting her name as if she were some god-like entity. Elsa finally dropped to her knees and thrust a fist in the air, the song over, earning an explosion of praise.

Tiana, Naveen, Louis, and Charlotte were sitting side stage with Anna, mouths hanging open in awe— Lottie having to lean against the wall to stop her from passing out.

"You get to see this every day? Naveen said to Anna, eyebrows raised.

"Not every single day but a majority of the time," Anna confirmed. "The song has… it's become a little much for me but I deal with it."

"It's all Lottie has been playing for months on end," Louis mumbled, earning a dignified swat on the arm by the blonde.

As the cheers died down, Elsa and the band rushing off stage with elation written all over their faces, Anna led their guests to the dressing room so they could all talk without shouting over the noise.

With everybody settled inside, water bottles being passed around to them, they began to strike up idle conversation. They were all planning on leaving to meet up with Tiana's friend Ray so he could show them where he worked, claiming he and Anna had very similar jobs and insisted he could give her some tips on making the work easier. But before they could, they were giving Dry Ice a moment to catch their breath.

Olaf was chatting Lottie up politely, grinning at her enthusiasm over meeting him. She was gushing about how she absolutely adored him the most out of all the them, which had initial shocked Olaf because he had never had such a dedicated fan. Anna could spy Sitron steaming in the corner with slight jealousy, mumbling over his water.

Before she could approach him, Elsa had stumbled over and threw an arm around Anna's shoulder.

"So, kiddo," she said, "how are you liking your visit to New Orleans so far?"

"It's been wonderful," Anna replied honestly. "I'm honestly so excited to see what Ray has to show me."

"Let me tell you something, though," Elsa said wisely, tapping Anna on the side of her head with her other hand. "I definitely like these friends more than those assholes back in Seattle."

"You didn't even meet them. And can't we just let it go?"

Elsa snorted and sang, "let it go, let it go!" before Anna elbowed her in the ribs.

"Awh you're so mean to me," Elsa teased, pressing an overly affectionate kiss to Anna's temple, leaving the roadie slightly stunned.

"You're one to talk," Anna managed to stutter out before she wriggled her way out of Elsa's side hug.

Elsa was snickering as she knocked back a swig of water. Anna decided to be a little shit right back to Elsa and hit the bottom of her bottle so the water went into Elsa's face.

"Fuck!" Elsa swore, wiping off her wet face and glaring at the laughing redhead.

"Whoops," Anna smirked.

"Well played," Elsa sniffed, capping her drink. "I'll get you back somehow."

"Challenge accepted," Anna said.

Ray worked backstage in a theatre where many low budget and unknown plays took place. One of the actresses in the acting troupe was his girlfriend, Evangeline, and he was very excited to introduce her to the newcomers.

He was waiting for them outside the stadium where the band was playing, his pale face lighting up at the sight of his friends walking up to him. He waved enthusiastically, as if that would beckon them over faster than the pace they were going.

Ray was a small, stringy man with bright red hair and messy scruff on his chin. He was missing several teeth, Anna noted, when he smiled and his brown eyes were slightly bloodshot yet full of life. When he spoke, it was a slurred southern accent but it was still incredibly charming for a character like him.

"How ya'll been?" he greeted as they stopped in front of him. "Are we ready to go?"

"Yes, let's!" Tiana said cheerfully.

The group moved as one, their voices filling the muggy New Orleans air. It was a good change from bar hopping or partying, Elsa admitted. And Anna was excited to see the backstage of a theatre and learn some of the ropes so that was a plus.

As a small, beat up theatre came into view, Ray stopped on the sidewalk and sighed dreamily.

"There she is," he whistled, his eyes drifting up to the theatre's balcony where a very pretty girl with golden blonde hair stood. "The sweetest gal in all creation."

"That's Evangeline?" Anna whispered.

"Isn't she beautiful?" Ray said, gazing at Anna.

"Gorgeous," Anna breathed with appreciation.

"Wow, Ray," Sitron chuckled. "She sure knows how to pick a diamond in the rough—"

Elsa elbowed the bassist. "Hush."

Evangeline glanced down at the large group outside the theatre and smiled, her blue eyes sparkling like stars in the sky. Ray— being incredibly dramatic but romantic nevertheless— got down on one scrawny knee and placed his hands on his heart.

"Ma Belle Evangeline," he said to her. "Je t'adore."

Elsa leaned close to Anna's ear and said, "I adore you."

"Je t'aime," Ray said.

"I love you," Elsa said.

Anna flushed and threw Elsa a terribly embarrassed and astonished look. Elsa rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest.

"I'm just translating!" she defended with a scoff. "I told you I speak French, remember?"

And as if Ray was in a Disney movie, he started to serenade Evangeline with a love ballad, Louis playing along on his trumpet. All thoughts to the theatre tour were gone from their minds. Olaf decided to dance with Lottie in the middle of the empty road, the girl giggling like crazy. Naveen and Tiana struck up a small waltz themselves. Marshmallow and Sitron looked on, the two patting out a beat on their hips in time with the song.

Elsa held out her hand to Anna, smiling softly.

"Want to dance?" she said.

"Wait, what? Who are you and what have to done to Elsa?" Anna demanded.

Elsa shrugged. "Let's get carried away for a night, yeah?"

"I. . ." Anna was unsure, almost too shy to give a response.

"Gimme a chance, kid," Elsa said, taking Anna's hand and leading her in a clumsy sway, the redhead rather flustered.

"This just… what's happening?" Anna wondered, her Docs stumbling over Elsa's combat boots.

"I have no idea," Elsa laughed. "But I think I like it."

"New Orleans, man," Anna said.

It was the most random, ridiculous, and corny thing Anna had ever experienced. Dancing with Elsa in the middle of a New Orleans street with someone serenading his love with all his heart. Ray continued to sing, Evangeline grinning down at him with red cheeks. Louis and Marshmallow exchanged wise looks and continued to accompany Ray in his song.

They allowed themselves to be taken away in the magic of New Orleans for one night.

This chapter was cheesy, cliché but so fucking fun to write.

It's a filler, my loves. It's not supposed to move to plot that much further. But worry not, next Sunday will introduce a new chapter and the true Elsanna begins. I promise.

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There'll be some drama, though.

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