NSFW content ahead. Don't like, don't read. More so near the end of the chapter. Reasons why such content is going to occur will be clear in this chapter.

Also, a few notes to give before we move on:

1) I have ended the search for original songs. I found a few that a writer sent to me and gave me permission to use. Thank you to all who submitted. Any songs mentioned are written by harvingtoniii.
2) To Guest signed in as That Frozen Guy: Hans' revenge is going to come into play as we get further in, I assure you. It'll make far more sense near the end.
3) To those asking me, no there is no known fan art for Scars (although there are a few for my fic "Shore" which shocks me to this day). I would love to pay artists on tumblr i.e. Elsanna commissioners for some but I don't have that access. But then again, I'd rather see art made purely for the sake of the affection for the story rather than paying for it out of my own pocket, just as I did when I saw the Shore fan art. But if you stumble across any, feel free to submit it to my inbox on tumblr or tag me somehow…
4) My friend Chibiandbasil sent me a video that was Let It Go as a rock version and… Demi has taken a backseat. I deemed that version the official version for this story. Look it up. It's perfect.
5) You can now follow this version of Elsa on tumblr. The link to her account is on my profile. Kinda a roleplaying blog so you can ask her questions and whatever. My friend wanted me to do one so… there it is. Just for fun.
6) -finally- I want you to go back to Chapter Eight and reread the last bit where Anna and Elsa are talking about sex songs… then consider the name of this chapter.

Thank you.

Have fun ;)

It was as if the Fates were working against Anna for the next two days. Every single chance she had to talk to Elsa, another work load was dumped onto her plate or Elsa would be whisked away to go practice onstage. Ever since Olaf took Elsa back into the front room for song ideas, Anna hardly had a moment alone with her.

And she could feel a tension building between them with unsaid emotions and questions. It wasn't fair to the redhead. Just when she started to realize that her feelings for Elsa weren't going to go away, she was forced to wait until the next time they boarded the bus and headed off to wherever they were supposed to.

The first day wasn't as bad. They arrived Raleigh, North Carolina the evening of the kiss but Anna was too shy to face Elsa so she caught up with Oaken to help him move equipment back and forth from the bus to the theatre. Elsa was preoccupied with rehearsal that evening so she couldn't approach Anna if she tried.

And the next morning, Anna excused herself to get coffee for everybody, embarrassed for even kissing Elsa in the first place.

On the other hand, Elsa was getting frustrated with each passing hour that first day. It was as if Anna was trying to avoid her. But wasn't she one who initiated the kiss in the first place!? The stupid kid wouldn't even look her in the eye as she silently handed over Elsa's hot chocolate before scurrying off the assist a few techies.

The blonde had kissed many people before ranging from girlfriends to boyfriends to dares to random strangers and all of them she managed to shake off ten minutes later. Clearly, Anna was the exception to such aloofness.

Why was it so hard to get Anna alone so they could talk about it? It wasn't very fair for either parties.

During her rehearsal for the concert the next day, Elsa was mulling over ideas of ways to pull Anna aside. She really did want to know what the kiss was all about, after all. The roadie had made it happen, caused all this awkwardness.

If only Olaf hadn't been a giant douche and interrupted them.

Then again, Elsa was afraid that if he hadn't, she might have had sex with Anna right then and there. Her mind was fogged enough by shock that any common sense flew out the window.

The only good that came out of the first day of tension was a song.

While Anna was out running errands with Oaken that evening, Elsa met up with the band in the bus.

"Okay," she said, squeezing her gloved hands. "Okay, okay, okay… I stayed up all night last night to finish it but I finally came up with something. Your harmonies, Olaf and Sitron, were excellent for this song…"

"What caused the inspiration?" Olaf wondered.

I made out with Anna. "It just hit me before I went to bed. During breaks today I was fixing it… but…" She grinned at them. "Wanna hear it?"

"Fuck yeah we do!" Sitron cheered.

"Alright… now, just know this is a rough draft and—"

Marshmallow cut her off. "Sing the damn song."

Elsa rolled her eyes. "I titled it 'The Fine Line.' Hopefully… hopefully Kai'll—"

"Sing!" all three shouted at her.

Elsa pursed her lips before snatching a guitar that hung on the wall. She tuned it for a minute or two until she was satisfied. She started to play a medley that sounded an awful lot like "Do I Wanna Know" but was more upbeat, the joy that had filled Elsa the night previous being resonated through each chord.

It always starts in the dark
With a heart to heart, we share our scars
Let's break down the break-ups we endure
Maybe there's something to be learned

"Ah… Marshmallow, can you pat out a beat for me that matches this?" Elsa said, pausing and glancing up at the drummer.

"No problem," he nodded, hitting his knees with his large hands, the beat blending in with the guitar.

"Good so far, Els," Olaf applauded.

From the love that burned,
A cold red, to cruel blues,
There ain't no waking up to this morning
When love dies and only guilt remains

She shifted to a faster pace, capturing undivided attention from her bandmates. She sang the chorus, her voice overflowing with raw emotion that reminded them all of the first time she sang "Let It Go" for them all to hear.

We flood the night with tears,
Kiss goodbye the walls we built
Ends or ends we thought we cleared
Only to find our demons still
They're clawing at our minds
Fighting for our lives
Slipping into the cracks
While we were blinded by the light of new love

"That's the chorus," she explained. "Does it need anything extra?"

"I think it's perfect," Sitron said, immensely pleased they were assisting Elsa in her song. "Keep on going, blondie."

There were telephone calls
Together but alone, ghosts in the halls
Hold you in my jacket, close to my chest
A promise that you weren't like the rest

(Chorus)

Throw back the door
Break black and white
Truth and lies
'Till only myth remains
It's a fine line
But we just might be legendary!

(Chorus)

Elsa riffed on the guitar for a minute, bobbing her head to the beat Marshmallow was creating. The guitar wasn't plugged in so it was simply acoustic but it got the point of the song across.

After one last drift of her hand across the strings, the sound reverberated away and left them all in a silence. Olaf burst into applause and leapt to his feet, Sitron and Marshmallow following close behind.

"Thank you," Elsa said, inclining her head. "Your queen is pleased with your results."

"Whoa, hey," Sitron said with a wry smile. "Let's not jump back into that 'your queen' attitude, young lady."

"Ah, right… sorry," Elsa said, hanging the guitar back up. "We don't want another incident like yesterday."

"Past is in the past, need I remind you?" Olaf joked, turning on the TV. "Get some rest, Els. I like that song a lot. Really fits you!"

"Who is it about?" Marshmallow asked excitedly.

"Does it have to be about somebody?" Elsa snapped defensively, catching the boys off guard. "Uhm…" She coughed awkwardly as the bus doors slid open and Oaken wandered inside with Anna at his heels.

"…Probably the most mortifying moment in my life," Anna was telling the security guard, making him chuckle deeply. "You shoulda been there, Oaken. I swear, Rapunzel never let me live it down."

"Sounds like a wild ride," Oaken said, sitting in his drivers seat.

"You have no idea," Anna giggled, carrying a bag with the Target logo on it with her as she entered the main room.

She froze when she saw Elsa staring at her with a hopeful expression. The boys were oblivious, their attention glued to the television instead. Anna bit her lip, hiding a shy smile.

"Hey," she said, finally talking to Elsa.

"Hi," Elsa breathed.

"So…" Anna swallowed and rubbed the back of her neck anxiously. "What's up?"

"Nothing," Elsa replied quickly. "Do you have… time to talk?"

"Actually, I promised I'd FaceTime Punzie right now," Anna said, genuinely apologetic. "But, after the concert tomorrow? When we're both not busy?"

Elsa nodded. "That sounds perfect. Promise?"

"I promise," Anna said, sending her a loving smile. "Goodnight, guys." She raised a hand at her friends as she headed into her room.

They all bid her pleasant dreams, the roadie slipping inside her bedroom, leaving Elsa standing dumbly in the kitchen area. She let out a sigh and told the guys she was going to bed and marched into her room.

She collapsed onto her bed and buried her head into her pillow, biting her cheek. Then she turned until she was lying on her back, removing her gloves. She stared up at the scars and frowned at them.

After last night, she was astonished at herself for revealing them to Anna. But she had been filled with such thankfulness and trust for the ginger that she was confident enough to do so. It was nice not to have to hide them from Anna anymore.

What was more, Anna thought they were beautiful. That Elsa shouldn't be ashamed of them. She didn't laugh at her for burning herself, for making a stupid mistake… Anna was nothing but graceful in receiving the truth. A true friend.

Then she kissed her.

"Goddammit," Elsa swore, pushing the heel of her hands against her closed eyes.

She liked it so much, too. Elsa wanted more, definitely more. She wanted to feel Anna's body pressed up against hers. To kiss her all over her neck and leave bright red love marks, claiming Anna as her own.

No girl alive had driven Elsa this insane after one little kiss. There was something about the roadie that pulled her in, made her crave to see what she was like when her breathing was ragged, how she sounded when Elsa—

"Stop it, stop it, stop it!" Elsa groaned. "Conceal, don't— Fuck, don't start with that mantra again!" She sat up and kicked off her boots. "Fucking fucks." She glared at the blank television and decided to distract herself for the rest of the night with mindless cartoons before she had to face the next day.

As stated before, the first day wasn't as bad. But the second day was like hellfire. Not at first, however. It started off like any normal day with a concert scheduled did. The band got up and forced themselves to practice until lunch time, coffee that Anna brought them nearby. The boys were trying to tempt Elsa into performing "The Fine Line" for the first time but she declined the request, explaining that it still needed tweaking as far as the tuning was concerned.

Anna, of course, busied herself with helping backstage and making sure the dressing room was to the band's liking. She got herself into an argument with a techie over the placement of the chandelier, telling him it had to be directly in the middle, not placed right or left even if it was slight.

The techie was taller than she was with scruffy brown hair, the ends of it that dangled on his neck frosted. His eyes were a dark brown, his tan face smothered in a five o'clock shadow, a few hairs poking out from where would be his sideburns to his chin and up across his top lip. His T-shirt was a dark brown with black hooves stamped across from the bottom left to the top right. He wore torn up jeans with a leather, rosemaled belt holding it up, his working shoes grimy and grey.

"Nobody's gonna notice," he shrugged at her. "It's not such a big deal."

"Clearly you haven't seen the shows before," Anna spat, folding her arms across her chest. "The lights project onto it dead center so it can reflect the snow!"

"It'll do fine like—"

Anna grabbed him by the front of his shirt and brought him nose to nose with her.

"Fix. It," she snarled. "Or so help me I will tell Elsa and you'll be out of this job faster than you can say 'I fucked up.' Understand? If she's not happy with the arrangement, then there won't be a concert."

The techie gulped before nodding weakly at her.

"Wonderful," she said cheerily. "Glad we came to an agreement." She let go of him and walked off, as if she hadn't just frightened the piss out of the techie.

"Jesus," the techie groaned, rubbing his chest where her nails had scraped him from when she snatched his shirt.

"What's up?" another backstage worker asked, carrying over a large amp.

He was, unlike the techie, far larger and bulkier in size. He had a mop of blonde hair covered by a smokey grey beanie. He had a few freckles dotting his pale complexion and a pair of chocolate brown eyes. His T-shirt was dark grey and his jeans were a bit crusty from dirt and grime around the stage, tennis shoes in need of desperate repair.

"Just… that roadie for Dry Ice is a cold bitch," the techie grumbled. "Never mind… Kristoff, you got the amps set?"

"Yeah, Sven. And hey, don't sweat the small stuff," the worker said with a lopsided smile. "I'm sure she's just doing her job."

"Whatever," Sven sighed. "You're probably right. C'mon, I'll help you load that up."

"If you're still feeling upset about it, I'll talk to her," Kristoff teased. "I know you can be sensitive about being yelled at by a girl."

"Shut up," Sven snapped, flushing violently.

With the concert blaring on stage, Anna was fretting over what she was going to say to Elsa when they finally talked one-on-one with each other. Her teal eyes kept stealing glimpses of the punk as she bounded around and sang at the top of her voice. How she never ran out of breath, Anna didn't know. She kept rewording her speech, apologies running through her mind about attacking Elsa's lips without really giving her any warning, and nervousness thrumming through her being over what Elsa was going to tell her.

As she paced near some of the spare equipment, she was approached by one of the stagehands. She wasn't really in the mood to be talked to but she overweighed that feeling with her anxiety over talking to Elsa. So she locked eyes with the blonde guy coming over to her and realized that he was, in fact, looking to talk to her.

"Hey," he greeted, stuffing large hands into his grey sweatshirt pockets.

"Hi," Anna replied. "What's up?"

"Uh, nothing, actually," he said, flashing her a lopsided smile. "I was just comin' over to… well… you kinda yelled at my buddy Sven today?"

Anna's brows knit together. "Sven? Who is that?"

"Sven… well, he's the techie who misplaced the chandelier."

"Oh! Oh, oh, oh!" Anna shook her head. "I'm so sorry! I've been under so much stress and I know what Elsa's preferences are and, believe me, I'm the calm before the storm because if she saw it wasn't in place, she'd've gone ballistic and…" Anna cleared her throat and sent the stagehand an apologetic smile. "Where is he? I should formally address him and—"

"Hey, no biggie," he chuckled. "He's gonna get over it. He's really a bright and sunny guy most of the time but our granddad's been running us into the ground… See, well, my name is Kristoff and I'm part of the amp sponsor for Dry Ice up in Rapid City. I'm down here as sort of an ambassador for them when Elsa has a free moment."

"I'm Anna, by the way. And you might have to wait until tomorrow 'cause I'm taking up her time tonight," Anna admitted. "Sorry."

"Whatever is best for her," he said with a heavy shrug. "The Troll Rock Amps know that Dry Ice is worth the wait."

"So… your grandfather owns it?"

"Yup. It's been a family business for years. Once he passes, my dad will inherit it, then it'll go to me and so on."

"And Sven, the techie, is your brother?"

"More like adopted brother."

Kristoff fell silent after that and Anna got the feeling that, much like Elsa, he was a walls-up kind of guy. She had met him two minutes ago and she knew she wasn't very deserving to know of his history. So she changed the subject quickly.

"How long have you been in Raleigh?" she wondered curiously.

"Not too long. Pabbie— my granddad— wanted me to see Elsa as soon as possible so we can get her the amps she needs." Kristoff rubbed the back of his neck. "What's she like?"

Anna let loose a laugh. "Good question. I'm still trying to figure that out for myself."

Kristoff smirked. "Thanks for the heads up, I suppose. I hope things go well."

"I'm sure they will. She really needs new amps." Anna stuck her hands in her back pockets and rocked on the heels of her Docs. Even when she was trying to avoid thinking about Elsa, she ended up talking about her. "Her last sponsor wasn't very good."

"Right, Westerguard Amps. They're awful." Kristoff winked at her. "And I'm not only saying that 'cause they're competition."

"No, I know exactly what you're talking about. I dated the youngest son of the company," Anna said. "He was the biggest asshole in the world."

"Sorry to hear that," he sympathized. "I promise I'm not an asshole. Sven calls me that from time to time but that's just because I don't always do what he wants."

"Right, but you and I aren't dating," Anna reminded him with a goofy grin. "So I don't need to be concerned whether or not you're an asshole."

"Awh, shucks, you're right," Kristoff said, grinning back at her.

The two didn't realize that the show was ending in the background, Elsa wishing everybody a good night. They were too busy talking to one another and giving each other jokingly flirtatious glances. Anna liked this guy already. He gave her a good back and forth and they had only just started talking. If he was the amp sponsor, Anna hoped for more conversations with Kristoff. Perhaps he would be a good new friend.

"I mean, that could change," Kristoff pointed out. "I could take you out for drinks and see where it takes us."

"Ah, it could but it's too bad I'm not into men anymore," Anna replied coyly, leaning close to him with sarcastically lidded eyes.

"Bummer," he snorted. "I'm sorry I asked. I wasn't aware you preferred taco to sausage."

Anna gagged and made a face. "Oh, gross!"

He started cracking up. "Sorry, Anna, I had to go there."

"No, you didn't, you jerk," Anna giggled, smacking him in the arm. "You didn't have to cross the line into crude humor."

"It's my kind of humor."

"You would get along with Sitron, then."

As they continued to talk and tease, Elsa was coming off of stage, removing her earplugs and feeling adrenaline rush through her body. She was going to finally sit down with Anna and see what they were going to be after that kiss and after two days of awkwardness. The boys were making their rounds before they joined her backstage but she didn't care. She was too busy searching for Anna so she could drag her into an empty dressing rooms.

But what she found wasn't what she wanted to see.

She saw Anna flirting with a guy— a good-looking one, too. They were leaning towards one another with smirks on their faces and lidded eyes. Elsa felt her blood boil, jealousy raging through her, eyes sparking with fury.

Perhaps she was jumping to conclusions, reasoned her rational side. But her feelings were genuinely hurt. She had opened up and let Anna in, showed her the scars, and was about to really let herself go but now Anna had the audacity to flirt with some other guy?!

Anna was giggling underneath the eye of this bulky, blonde bozo. He was giving her a goofy smile, clearly interested in taking Anna home for his own. Who the fuck did he think he was!?

With an ugly snarl, Elsa marched over, wedged herself between Anna and the stagehand, and pushed the guy away.

"Back off!" she shouted at him.

"Elsa, what the fuck!?" Anna demanded, alarmed.

"Who do you think you are!?" Elsa growled at Kristoff, who looked very confused and scared. Elsa turned on her heel to Anna, trying to mask her hurt feelings. "And you!"

"Me?" Anna gaped, affronted. "What about me?"

"How dare you!?" Elsa whined, feeling tears sting her eyes. "I was so sure there was… something!"

"Elsa, slow down, you don't under—"

"I understand perfectly that you were flirting with him!" Elsa jabbed a thumb over her shoulder at a dumbstruck Kristoff.

"You don't know that!" Anna said, getting angry. "Stop jumping to conclusions, Elsa! You have no idea what you're talking about!"

"Whatever!" Elsa yelled, throwing her hands up in the air. "If you're done being a two timer, I'll be at the hotel!"

She started to storm away, two tears slipping down her cheeks and shoulders bunched up to her ears. Anna stared after her, calling her name and demanding her to come back. The whole thing was a complete misunderstanding and absolutely stupid!

With a groan, Anna glanced at Kristoff.

"I am so sorry," she apologized. "Look, let me go smooth this over… um… I'm really super sorry, Kristoff."

"It's fine. Just… figure out what's eating her," he said weakly.

"I have a hunch." Me.

Anna left him standing there awkwardly, seeking out a sweaty and elated Olaf. She asked him what room Elsa was in and he explained she and Elsa were right next to one another with a door that could conjoin them, handing her the keycard for her own room.

"Why?" he asked as Anna shoved the card into her pocket.

"Circumstance," Anna grumbled and ran off to find the upset punk.

"Elsa, for fuck's sake open the goddamn door!" Anna shrieked, using her boots to kick at the door between their two rooms. "Let me talk to you!"

"Go away, Anna!" Elsa shouted back.

"No! We need to talk about what you just saw!" Anna pleaded.

She was about to go in for another kick when the door swung open and a very red-eyed Elsa stood before her, livid and exhausted.

"Fuck off," she snarled.

"You have got to be kidding me," Anna said, rolling her eyes and pushing her way into Elsa's room. "What you thought you saw… I wasn't flirting with Kristoff! Why in the world would I do that after I kiss you!? Common sense!" She knocked a fist against her head in example, watching Elsa scowl heavily at her.

"I don't know, Anna! Maybe you were doing that to get to me!"

"What!? What the fuck gave you that idea!"

Their voices were no doubt reaching the entire hotel, getting into each other's faces and tensions flaring between them. Elsa's gloved fists were quaking at her sides and Anna's eyes were wide with hurt and anger.

"Maybe you need to think before you look all googly-eyed at some guy!"

"Ever hear of sarcasm, Elsa!? Because you tend to use that a lot, y'know. I was teasing, joking, having a back-and-forth with someone different!"

"Someone different?"

"I can talk to whoever I want!"

"I don't want to share you with anyone else!"

"You don't own me!"

Anna spun on her heel and grabbed at her hair, despair aching in her bones. And here she thought she was going to have a meaningful conversation about their kiss. Instead they were screaming at each other over something so minimal, so ridiculous! And all because Elsa saw the wrong thing and the wrong time without really understanding what was happening. What was more, she wasn't believing Anna's story!

"My god," the roadie groaned. "You're such a pain."

"Why did you kiss me then?" Elsa snapped.

"Because I wanted to see… I don't…" Suddenly, Anna let out a frustrated cry and kicked over one of the chairs in Elsa's room, letting it fall to the floor with a dull thunk, tears building up in the corners of her eyes.

"You don't what? Don't want to admit you're wrong? Tell me the truth? Do you regret the kiss?"

"No! Yes! I don't know!"

"Make up your fucking mind! Do you want do date me or not!"

"This has nothing to do with you!"

"It has everything to do with me!" Elsa wanted to grab Anna by the shoulders and shake her, to get her to understand how hurt she was. "I saw you flirting with him!"

"You didn't see what you thought you saw!" Anna wailed.

"Tell me the truth!"

"I should have never… I don't even know why I…" The redhead's lip trembled. "Well, I would never want to date someone like you anyway because I hate your punk façade and I hate how mean you are to other people because they aren't famous as you are and I hate… I hate you!"

A ringing silence followed and Elsa drew inside herself, more harmed by the last comment than anything else. Anna didn't mean it, of course, but she certainly believed it. Elsa glanced down at the carpeted floor.

"You don't," she whispered.

"Yes I do," Anna said firmly, her lip quivering.

"Don't lie to me!" Elsa shouted, her voice cracking.

Anna didn't say anything, hugging her arms to her chest and feeling both ashamed of herself and hurt from Elsa's mistrust. Without another word, Anna left Elsa, heading into her own room and shutting the door behind her.

Elsa quivered on the spot before she picked up the chair Anna had kicked over and threw it across the room where it hit the wall by the window with an earth-shattering bang. That only provoked a tantrum from the punk, tears pouring from her eyes and screaming obscenities, crushed from a rejection from someone she opened up to. Someone she cared deeply for. Someone she thought would be different.

She didn't know how long the tantrum was. All she knew that she eventually tired of it and was curled up in a ball on her bed, eyes itchy and blotchy, heart aching. She wanted to say she was sorry to Anna for being so ignorant but she also wanted Anna to come forward first to apologize for her hurtful words.

This entire situation was unfair. Everything seemed out of place. Forcing them further apart… victims of misunderstandings and circumstance.

Someone was knocking on her front door but she had zero energy to get up and answer the door. There was some scuffling that followed before a keycard was slid inside and swung the door open.

"See, I told you I had the extra," Olaf snickered.

"Whatever," Sitron grunted. "Yo, Elsa!"

The three boys strode inside, smiles on their faces and the euphoria left over from the concert radiating off of them.

"We're gonna go barhopping and we want you and the kid…" Olaf trailed off, realizing the state Elsa was in. "Elsa?"

The other two noticed the fetal blonde, refusing to look at them. Marshmallow and Sitron exchanged looks of confusion while Olaf slowly approached the lead singer, sitting on the edge of the bed. He told the other two to give them a moment so he could talk to Elsa alone.

Marshmallow and Sitron left, though not without whispering their concerns to each other.

"What happened?" Olaf said gently.

"Anna and I got into a fight," Elsa croaked.

"About what?"

Elsa told him about what she saw, why she felt hurt, and went on to say how eager she had been after the show. So confident she and Anna were going to be something. So excited to let a few raw emotions out in the opening for the first time in a long time.

"And now I'm a giant jerk… and this is all my fault," Elsa moaned, burying her face into the bedspread.

"No, it's not," Olaf cooed, combing a bare hand through Elsa's hair kindly. "Elsa, it's understandable why you feel so betrayed. You opened up and let Anna in. That's a big step for you. And I'm sorry I interrupted your kiss… maybe if I didn't show, you'd have had a chance to discuss your feelings and not let them simmer for two days." He sighed and gazed towards the door that separated the girls. "But flirting with someone after she kissed you doesn't seem like Anna to me. I don't think she would ever hurt you… not intentionally."

"I know."

"Your feelings for Anna were making you irrational. I would calm down for the night before you see her again," he suggested. "And then you can say you're sorry, she'll say she's sorry, and you can kiss and make up."

Elsa nodded weakly and sniffled.

"Am I a fuck up, Olaf?" she wondered.

"No. You're just… you're just passionate. And you know what you want."

"I've made so many people mad at me in such a short period of time."

Olaf grimaced and said nothing, watching as Elsa grit her teeth in disgust.

"I've fucked up so much."

"You're gonna be okay. Anna would never remain mad at you."

"She hasn't known me as long as you."

"You're still friends. She knows that you trust her." Olaf rested his hand on her shoulder. "And you have to continue to trust her enough to know she'll come around."

Elsa didn't respond, blinking blearily.

"Do you wanna be alone?"

A nod.

"Alright, kid." He scratched her shoulder softly and supportingly before he rose to his feet, leaving Elsa be.

Meanwhile, Anna was in her own bedroom, her back resting against the door separating her room from Elsa's. She had heard the tantrum and was flooded with guilt.

The Fates really were bitches for making all of this happen. It was as if someone had broken a dam of words and situations that drive people apart when they were trying to figure things out tentatively. And the people who were hit the hardest were only adding salt to the open wounds.

Once the tantrum had ended, she started to cry herself. She wasn't very nice to Elsa and she knew it. She could have worded her little shouting fest in any other way but she had an urge to hurt Elsa after the blonde had jumped to conclusions so fast.

The roadie wanted to stitch everything up between them… but she felt as if she had reached too far and severed anything she could have had with Elsa.

Anna didn't know how long she had been sitting there but she reasoned she should get to bed and sleep the night off, deal with it in the morning. She removed all of her clothes except her bra and underpants, finding a pair of sleeping shorts in a small clothing pile Oaken and brought up for her to use while practice was happening.

After she brushed her teeth and washed her face, she sat on her bed for a while, suddenly feeling very awake.

She looked at the door, contemplating on her next move.

Then she made it. She got up from her bed and creaked open the door, poking a nose inside, her teal eyes scanning the dark and quiet bedroom. The chink of light streaming from her table lamp was falling on the empty side of Elsa's bed, the right side occupied by a sniffling lump. The light vanished as the door was shut with a soft click behind the redhead.

She allowed her bare feet to skim over the carpeted floor and towards the punk curled up in the hotel bed. Anna bit her lip as she peeled back the covers on the empty side. She crawled inside and wrapped her arms around Elsa's waist, startling the older girl and making her wince before she realized who it was. Elsa twisted her body to face Anna, confusion in her icy eyes, as the roadie buried her face into her neck, hot breath ghosting over the pale skin.

"I'm sorry," Anna breathed. "I don't hate you. I didn't mean anything I said. I'm sorry I hurt you, Elsa. I'm sorry that it had to come this far. I'm so, so, so sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"

"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay," Elsa replied in a whisper, pressing a kiss against Anna's head. "We're gonna be okay. I'm not mad anymore… I was too quick to judge and… I'm sorry I got so jealous."

"It's okay."

"No. No it's not. You're right, I don't own you. But I've gotten so close to you." Her eyes wandered to a dark corner of the room. "I don't know. I just don't want to lose you."

"You'll never lose me." Anna tightened her grip around Elsa, swallowing hard. "I promise."

There was a small moment of silence before Elsa spoke, "Did you still want to talk about the kiss?"

"I think you know what it means," Anna said, blinking so her eyelashes scraped Elsa's collarbone ever so slightly.

Elsa hummed and nodded, her nose getting a decent whiff of Anna's strawberry shampoo.

"I'm still so sorry," the blonde said.

"Elsa, you said it yourself: we're gonna be okay."

"I wish there was more I can do to make it up to you."

Anna backed her head away, staring at Elsa intently through the dark. The punk's eyes were glowing before her, searching Anna's teal ones for any signs of hurt or discomfort she could eliminate.

Something told Anna to do it and she wanted to do it. She had a perfect way for Elsa to make it up to her so, without a word of explanation, she reached up to press a tender kiss to Elsa's lips, continuing that "something" she had begun to try in the bus. Elsa kissed her back feverishly, a groan rolling out of her throat, her nose bumping against Anna's as she deepened the kiss.

Her hands— bare and scars exposed— roamed along Anna's arms. Her scars caused a rough friction on the younger girl's sun kissed skin that drew a kiss from the redhead, pleasant goosebumps creeping across her shoulders. Anna pulled away, much to the punk's disappointment, but halted her pout when Anna clambered on top of Elsa's straddling her hips.

Her eyes were dark with desire, much like how Elsa envisioned her when she craved more of Anna. Her fantasy was coming true and she realized that what they were about to do was inevitable. Elsa knew she was too far gone already to refuse Anna and wanted her more now than she ever had, to show Anna how sorry she was.

"This… this is new," Elsa said, resting her bare hands onto Anna's torso.

"It's different," Anna agreed affectionately. "But a good different."

"Yes," Elsa nodded, her own eyes dilated with lust.

With a smile, Anna guided Elsa hands higher to the back of her bra. Elsa's gaze flickered from the girl's chest to her face and back again, searching for true approval. Anna bit her lip nervously and gave a small nod. Elsa unhooked the bra and cast it aside, her eyes wandering over the newly exposed skin. She moved her hands over them, caressing the supple mounds that were now reserved for her eyes only.

"You… you're truly wonderful, Anna," Elsa sighed.

Anna mewled in response as Elsa's thumbs ran over each of her pert nipples, allowing her eyes to fall shut with pleasure, the simple gesture causing her breath to hitch and heat to coil in her abdomen. Elsa was staring at her face with nothing but amazement and haziness, marveling at the fact the roadie was allowing Elsa to see her this way. That she was causing all sorts of erotic sighs and soft moans to come from her. They were unlike any sound Elsa had ever heard from Anna and they were making something wind in her core, begging for release by the girl above her.

Through with the minimal contact, Anna dipped down and kissed Elsa roughly, rocking her hips against hers in order to relieve herself of the growing arousal, searching for friction, and earning a growl from the blonde, her hands applying more pressure to Anna's breasts.

"Elsa," Anna moaned sweetly against her lips.

"Mm… Anna," Elsa responded breathily.

It was then that they both knew what was to come next. A hidden greed to please the other, a drive to make the other speak their name once again in ecstasy reared up in the both of them. Each girl was falling deeper and deeper into the other's spell with willingness. No more denying, no more sexual tension, no more fighting— just them in a cool hotel room after a night of misunderstanding and frustration.

Anna slipped her fingers behind Elsa's sleeping bra and unhooked it as the rockstar pressed several elongated, wet kisses along her jawline. With the bra off and tossed over the ginger's shoulder, she let her hands do as Elsa's did to her breasts. Although the result was far different from her own coos of approval.

Once her hands began to knead the skin and thumbs circle the hardened nipples, Elsa paused her kisses and grit her teeth, letting out a delicious hiss between them. Pleased with the new outcome, Anna continued her teasing by laying long kisses along each of the mounds, rubbing her lips against her nipples— giving equal attention to each so they could get the same amount of love.

"Ahh…" Elsa groaned, her hands sliding from Anna's breasts and around her neck, bringing her closer, fingers curling around and mussing up Anna's red mane, urging her to continue.

Anna felt her core ignite, her needs sparking tenfold. She moved her lips from Elsa's well-loved chest and kissed Elsa hard, parting their mouths with a swipe of her tongue. Elsa allowed gracious entry, the open mouthed kisses becoming more and more heated with every passing second.

The redhead soon found the punk's scarred hands at the top of her sleeping shorts, wriggling their way beneath them and her underwear. Giggling breathily, Anna hooked her own fingers around Elsa's boxers, a wicked gleam in her eye.

"Same time," she said.

Elsa winked at her. "As you wish."

With some ungraceful movements and a few impatient grunts, the offending clothes were soon discarded to some corner of the room. Now both girls were stark naked in the dark room but neither of them felt self conscious, two pairs of eyes raking the other's body with hunger and affection.

"Beautiful," Elsa told her simply.

"Gorgeous," Anna insisted, grinning dazzlingly and rubbing her nose against Elsa's.

Elsa shook her head with a goofy smile on her pale face. "You're really something else, Anna."

"Of course," Anna giggled, leaning down to kiss Elsa's forehead. "What else would make me your roadie?" A kiss on her nose. "Make me your friend?" A kiss on her lips. "Make me your number one fan?"

"You're my number one fan?" Elsa snickered, though not unkindly, her white teeth shining in the dim light.

"Forever and always," Anna assured her.

Elsa pulled her down and kissed her forcefully, screwing her eyes shut. Anna starting running her hands up and down the top of Elsa's breasts and her shoulders, starting to automatically roll her hips onto the blonde's, searching for an ecstatic friction to send them both into a land of enlivening. Elsa stopped kissing Anna, panting with lidded eyes.

"Wait," she gasped. "Lemme…"

She sat up, kneeling in front of Anna, the redhead already in such a position. Anna furrowed her brows at Elsa as she crawled closer, nudging the roadie's legs apart slightly.

"First," Elsa began, looking into Anna's eyes, "are you ready for this? We don't have to… at all."

"I want this," Anna said. "I can't explain why it's so sudden but I really, really like it."

"Okay."

With permission to continue, Elsa slid herself into a position so that their thighs were just below their slick entrances. Anna felt her breath hitch and her eyes flutter shut, Elsa proceeding to grind against her thigh.

"Oh," Anna gasped innocently.

Elsa's hands reached up to cup Anna's face, kissing her sweetly. Anna arms snaked around Elsa's waist, the grinding starting to increase in speed. Each thrust hit their sweet spots, eliciting groans from both girls, heads swimming in arousal. Elsa's brow was creased in concentration, making sure that Anna was enjoying the make up sex as much as she was.

The redhead parted the kiss, lips swollen and eyes lidded, gasping and pressing her forehead against Elsa's.

"Elsaaaa," Anna sighed, her breathing becoming more erratic. "Eh… Elsa."

The sound of her name in such a throaty tone drove Elsa insane, a growling meow erupting from deep in Anna's chest was nothing short of erotic. Anna then buried her face into Elsa's shoulder, trying to get closer to Elsa than she already was. Elsa took that opportunity to kiss Anna's neck, placing several love bites along the tanned and freckle dusted skin.

She eventually brought Anna's face back to her own, making out with the younger girl hungrily. But when she felt her core beg for more with an intensity, she pulled away, moaning and bumping her forehead against Anna's.

"Ahhh… Anna," Elsa groaned, her fingernails scraping against the back of Anna's neck. "Fff… ah…" Her eyes were rolling into the back of her head, the feeling of Anna's thigh rocking against her sex and brushing along her clit in just the right way was causing her to lose all sort of intellectual thought, her head completely cloudy and hazy.

And Anna was no exception. She had all but started to worship Elsa's god-given hips and the way they moved. They were nothing short of a blessing, always swaying and popping whenever Elsa moved. Now Anna was sensing how magical they were, all sorts of moans tumbling off her tongue because of the way those things ground with a mind of their own. The pressure in her core was building with a white hot harshness as if she were the one receiving instead of sharing mutual friction.

Every now and then, she'd place a chaste kiss on her lover's lips, chant her name like a prayer, and brush her nose against Elsa's.

Sure, they could have done more with one another than just grinding their thighs upon their sexes but the urge for a sexual connection with one another was new, timid, and yet to be properly explored. For now, they were simply trying to show the other how sorry they were with the most intimate way possible. It was unlike anything either of them had ever experienced: a pleasurable, gentle, loving kind of touch with full eye contact abundant with affection and their names bubbling over their lips.

When Elsa tilted her head back and closed her eyes, lips parted slightly, Anna knew that she was close. Speed was increased for the both of them, moans puffing out in hot breaths, freckled cheeks flushed, and sweat beading along foreheads.

"Ahhhhnna!" Elsa cried, gripping Anna's shoulders.

She came against the redhead's skin, a natural high that was better than anything else in the universe pulsing through her veins. And she knew— in spite of her dazed state— that Anna in need of an equally sweet release. So she kept on going, embracing Anna closer and pressing her tongue hotly onto Anna's pounding pulse on her neck, the younger girl moaning out her name in short pants, mouth agape with the delight bubbling in her stomach.

Her hips jerked against Elsa's thigh, her body quivering, until she felt her orgasm creep up on her.

"Oh, god… Elsa… Elsa… Elsa!" Anna's voice climbed in pitch before she let out a harsh, shuddering moan, her nose engulfed in Elsa's neck, lips grazing over the cream colored skin.

Slowly, as she came down from her high, Elsa shifted herself out of her interlock with the ginger, her chest heaving from the incredible make up sex she had just gone through. Anna was still shaking, her skin glowing with heat, and eyes shut tight. Elsa let out an exhausted sigh, taking Anna by the hand and dragging her down with her so they were lying down underneath the blankets.

The roadie positioned herself so her stomach was pressed against Elsa's and her arms were resting atop of the blonde's breasts, her chin on top of her arms. They shared a sleepy smile before Anna closed her eyes, the older girl reaching over to tuck a few loose strands of hair behind her ear.

"Yeah," Anna muttered. "A good different."

"A great different," Elsa chuckled breathlessly.

They maneuvered themselves so they were resting on their sides, Anna on the left of the bed and Elsa on the right, heads sharing a pillow. With a tired grin, Anna slid her hands behind Elsa's neck and started to kiss her neck tenderly, attempting to ease them both into a peaceful sleep. Elsa's icy eyes fell shut as she ran her hands up and down Anna's bare side and back, occasionally feeling a lock of red hair brush against her fingers.

Underneath the warm blankets were no longer two strangers, a punk and a roadie, two tentative friends, or two arguing hearts. Whatever tension between them that had caused them to be so angry with one another was gone, eliminated by a bond that went far beyond their best friend standing. It was very clear to them what the kiss meant and very clear what the make up sex meant.

It was the start of an experimental relationship, to see where this would take them. It might not take them anywhere or it might take them so far when they least expect it.

Whatever it was, it was on its way. No words needed to prove it. The trust was mending itself faster than mere apologies, their naked bodies melding together with simplicity.

"How do my hands feel?" Elsa asked nervously, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Rough… but good. 'Cause they're your hands," Anna said against her skin.

"Really? I'm still surprised you're not grossed out by them."

"Oh, Elsa, relax," Anna chastised, leaning back, meeting Elsa's newly opened eyes. "It's fine. They're perfect."

"If you're sure…"

Anna broke out into a grin suddenly, giggling so her shoulders shook delicately.

"What are you laughing at?" Elsa demanded gently, her brows knitting together.

"Your voice… it's just… it's so much softer and lighter," Anna said. "It's been like that ever since I got on top of you. It's so unlike how you usually sound, y'know, all raspy and stuff. It's a nice change."

Elsa's expression softened and she smiled that same, eyes shining, freckling popping smile Anna only saw on special occasions. But this one was far different from the other ones. There was nothing but affection and undying appreciation this time. A genuine smile that made Anna's heart skip several beats.

"Only for you," Elsa finally responded.

"And that smile. It's so beautiful," Anna voiced, her tone honeyed. "Not that pretentious smirk you always wear."

"Pretentious? How rude."

"It's true—" Kiss. "—and you know it."

It wasn't until three in the morning, after a couple of hours of kissing and pillow talk, did they finally fall asleep, breaths slow and calm, legs tangled up together, content with whom they had just shared the most intimate of connections with.

Please be nice. I did my best with this chapter because it's all part of the already laid out plan for this story.

Make up sex is the best kind of sex for some so… I wanted their first time to be a bit different from others that I've read. Hesitant and new… but both passionate and inviting. I hope I did okay.

Please, please be kind in the reviews. I worked hard on the smut. I can understand why some of you are like, oh no it's too fast, but I tried. I really did. If you don't have anything nice to say, don't review at all. Thank you.

Anyways… it's a long one but it's a big thanks for 200+. Kisses all around. I hope you enjoyed it.

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