I do put these up here for a reason. I do warn you guys when smut is coming so you can avoid it if you don't want to read it. That's why "don't like, don't read" is there.

Like, is it hard to read this stuff? Seriously.

And I'm not saying all of you did this and ignored the AN. Others… weren't as wise when it comes to the warning at the start.

As far as other smut chapters go, there won't be too many in this story. Perhaps three more described ones, others merely implied. Enough to keep the story going but not too much to make it all about the sex. Sex isn't necessary in a relationship, of course, but it's always nice.

"Fucking fucks," Olaf grunted to himself, combing a hand through his hair as he slugged down the hall. "I had to go and lose the damn keycard… Elsa's probably freaking out about talking to Anna today. Jesus, I hope things go well." He sniffled distractedly, getting closer to Elsa's door. "I really need Anna to make her feel better… to date her. It would do so many people some good, she has no idea. Well, not too many people but… who am I talking to?"

He peered over his shoulder to check if anyone was listening to him mutter to nobody. The coast was clear, to his great relief, so he pressed on down the hall. The guitarist stopped in front of Elsa's door and started banging on it.

"Els! C'mon, I know what can cheer you up," he said giddily. "There's a breakfast buffet downstairs! Pancakes and bacon and eggs and such! Complimentary. It ends at ten so get your ass outta bed."

No response.

"Elsa, if you drank yourself silly, Kai is gonna kill us for the minibar bill," Olaf warned her playfully. "He said specifically no minibars… or was it… huh. Maybe he did, I dunno."

The punk remained taciturn.

"If only I hadn't dropped that keycard in the bar last night. Stupid Sitron making me spill my whisky on my shirt…"

He knocked again.

And again.

And again, and again.

Inside, the small figure of Anna was trying to untangle herself from the sheets, disgruntled that she was woken up so rudely and so early. Beside her, Elsa was still snoozing heavily, the side of her face planted on the pillow. The roadie picked around the room for Elsa's T-shirt and boxers, shoving those on before she stumbled towards the door upon which Olaf was still slamming his fist against.

Anna took a moment to smell Elsa's shirt, pressing it to her nose and inhaling the scent of the punk. A crisp, cool smell that was both comforting and lively, holding in the excitement that surrounded her on stage the night before. When she managed to wake herself up a bit more, but was still pretty damn exhausted, she lazily reached for the handle and pulled the door open, stopping Olaf mid-knock.

"Finally!" he sighed in relief. "My hand was starting… to… uh…"

He noticed that it wasn't Elsa he was talking to but a very sleepy Anna, rubbing her eye and her bottom lip jutting out.

"What do you want this early?" Anna asked groggily.

"Uhm… isn't… duh…" Words failed him. "Elsa?"

"Asleep."

"Ah."

He peered around the roadie to find, to his astonishment, Elsa sleeping in her bed with an empty space where Anna was supposedly resting beside her. But once she turned over, he got an eyeful of boob and he immediately snapped his attention onto Anna, his face a bright red.

"Ahaha!" he croaked nervously, trying not to laugh hysterically out of speechlessness. "I see!"

"Mhm," Anna grumbled. "Anything else?"

"Buffet. Downstairs. Ends at ten… that's it."

"Okay?"

"Yup!" He nodded, averting his eyes from looking back inside the dimly lit hotel room. "See you down there, I hope!"

He saluted her weakly and turned on his heel before jogging down the hall, disbelief thrumming through his veins. Anna blinked blearily after him, yawning deeply. Then she shut the door, slumping back to the bed and collapsing onto her side, face first into the pillow.

Elsa made a small groan, her brow creasing. She slowly cracked open her eyes and sniffled, spying the roadie who was desperately trying to catch few more minutes of shut eye.

"You got up," Elsa pointed out drowsily.

"Olaf," Anna responded.

"Hm." Elsa chuckled and rolled over on her stomach, burying her face deeper in her pillow. "Sorry about that, cutie."

"Shoot me now," Anna whined. "It's too early to be up."

Elsa laughed a little louder, reaching over and pulling Anna closer to her. The roadie turned her head to face Elsa, earning a lazy kiss on her nose.

"What did he want?" she wondered.

"There's a breakfast buffet downstairs that ends at ten," Anna said, closing her eyes as Elsa's lips continued to explore every inch of her face. "But that means we have to get up. Usually after sex, make up or otherwise, I like to spend the day afterwards in bed."

Her stomach let out a sudden growl, causing both of them to take pause and glance down. Elsa laughed again, sitting up and bunching the blankets around her chest, running a hand through her hair that had found its way out of the braid sometime in the night.

"Looks like that's not gonna happen anytime soon," she teased.

"That's so unfair, stomach!" Anna scolded, rolling out of bed— literally— and landing on her back on the carpeted floor. She peeled off Elsa's shirt and tossed it at her. "Here. Lemme find my clothes."

Anna crawled around the floor half naked as Elsa tugged on her T-shirt, watching her… girlfriend? Was Anna her girlfriend? Sex didn't always have to leave being in a relationship. Elsa was very aware of that, having been the asshole who sneaks out in morning before living up to promises she never intended on keeping.

"Anna," Elsa said carefully as the roadie successfully snatched up her bra.

"Got it! Yours is over here, too. Forgot that your shirt was from the show last night. Now wonder it smelled kinda sweaty but that's okay," Anna said, clasping her bra over her chest.

"Anna, listen to me," Elsa pleaded but only found her boxers being thrown into her face.

"Aaaaand, underpants and shorts have been found," Anna grinned, sliding them up her legs.

"Anna," Elsa said forcefully, struggling to throw on her boxers as she spoke.

"What?"

"Don't you wanna talk about what happened last night?"

"We fought, we said we were sorry, we had make up sex," Anna stated. "I figured you wouldn't want to talk about it."

"After all that?" Elsa said. "I told you a while ago that I pick and choose my lovers."

"It sounds weird when you say it like that," Anna said innocently. "Like we're a prize to be won."

Elsa smacked herself in the head, scrambling out of the sheets to meet Anna at the edge of the bed.

"No, no," she said quickly. "That's not… I just… I trust you." She took Anna's hands in her bare ones, her voice the honeyed, soft, cooing tone it had been all night long afterwards. "Like, I trusted so many people before but with you… it's different. Remember… a good different. A great different."

"So?" Anna said carefully, running her thumbs over Elsa's knuckles, marveling at the feel of Elsa's bare hands so perfectly placed in her own. "What did you wanna talk about?"

Elsa flushed and averted Anna's gaze. "I guess if… if it meant anything to you."

"Of course it did," Anna giggled. "I should have known it meant something to you too after you started kissing me all over a few minutes ago."

"It's always been meaningful for me… except with Hans." She grimaced. "Anyway, I'm a bit rusty when it comes to being in any sort of relationship and, well, I know that we can't exactly be in one now because there's no logical way we can sit down at dinner and be alone for once without the guys breathing down our necks. And I can't provide the healthy relationship expectations and—"

For once, Elsa was the one rambling, sweating and looking anxious. So Anna did what people normally did for her: cut her off. She stood on her tiptoes and pressed a calming kiss on the blonde's lips, silencing the girl's nervous ranting.

"Don't worry about it," Anna said, stepping down. "You have other priorities."

"But I can't just… let you walk off after last night."

"Then don't." Anna smiled. "Who needs a traditional relationship? I've had two of those and they've been humdrum most of the time save for a random vacation or going out to dinner when it wasn't our date night." She shrugged. "It's a whole 'nother ballgame when I'm dating someone who I'm traveling around the country with. And you're different." She winked. "A great different."

Her stomach made another agonizing groan and Elsa grinned.

"Alright, how about we get some food in your belly before it kills itself," she suggested, walking by Anna and grabbing her sleeping bra off the chair Anna left it on. "After that, we can have a more focused conversation."

"Sounds good," Anna said, rubbing her stomach. "I'll meet you in the hallway."

She opened the door separating her room from Elsa's and slid inside, letting the door fall shut behind her. As soon as she felt secure enough, she started jumping up and down, letting out suppressed squeals of joy as she pumped her arms up and down.

"Oh my gosh, wow!" she gasped, spinning and collapsing on her bed. "Wow, wow, wow!" She sighed blissfully and ran her hands through her red locks. "That was… oh, my she's so incredible. Where's that Elsa more often?"

She hoisted herself up before shuffling around her bedroom, finding fresh clothes that Oaken had delivered the day before, where she had found her sleeping shorts last night. She dressed herself in her R2D2 mohawk T-shirt, jeans, and the Docs she had worn last night and threw on the jacket Elsa bought for her in Salem.

After she brushed out her hair and rid herself of her morning breath— hoping to god that Elsa wasn't grossed out by it whilst they were talking— she headed out into the hall to find Elsa braiding her hair with ease, leaning on the wall between their rooms.

"Gloves on?" Anna inquired, eyes landing on the leather that bound Elsa's scars.

"The world needn't know," Elsa insisted, tying up the end of her braid. "Where are yours?"

"My pocket." She patted her jeans pocket that was bulging out significantly, the bottoms sticking out of the top. "I don't need them all the time."

"Alrighty then," Elsa said, gesturing down the hall with her head. "Shall we?"

In the dining hall in the lobby of their hotel, the three band members were sitting at a table with two seats saved for their friends who had yet to come downstairs. Sitron and Marshmallow were eating peacefully while Olaf sat awkwardly in his seat, seriously debating on whether or not he should tell the guys about what he had seen.

"Olaf, your pancakes are getting cold," Sitron commented, poking his fork at Olaf's untouched plate.

"And you look like you've seen a ghost," Marshmallow added.

"Yeah. What's eating you?" Sitron said, cocking his head to one side curiously.

"Nothing," Olaf mumbled, cutting a piece of his pancake before shoving it into his mouth.

He glanced up from his plate and saw the two girls walk into the hall, casually talking and smiling as if nothing had gone on last night. He swallowed hard and forced himself to stare at his breakfast.

"Olaf?" Sitron said slowly. "What—?"

"Oh, look!" Marshmallow said pleasantly. "They're up."

Sitron looked from Olaf to the two girls as they got themselves plates and waiting in line to grab breakfast.

"Good. Looks like Elsa's alright from her meltdown last night," Sitron said. "Say, Olaf, what was the deal anyway?"

Olaf merely shook his head, not allowing himself to stare at the girls.

"Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Sitron demanded. "You're usually the one who is jabbering on and on about stuff. Such a damn gossip. And now suddenly you're clamming up like you're a witness to a murder."

"Elsa and Anna just got into a fight, that's all," Olaf said quickly. "But they patched things up. Oh, ho, yes they certainly did."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Marshmallow said.

Before Olaf could explain, Elsa and Anna took the empty seats across from the boys.

"G'morning!" Anna chirped.

"Hello, boys," Elsa greeted, spearing a potato with her fork. "How are we this morning?"

Anna couldn't help but notice Elsa's tone had switched from her affectionate one to her raspy, commanding one in a heartbeat. But she bit her tongue, not wanting to bring it up until she felt like it seemed necessary.

"Marsh and I are fine," Sitron said. "It's Olaf who is in some weird funk."

"What's the deal, Kollsvein?" Elsa said, nudging his foot with her own from underneath the table.

Olaf pressed his lips together, shaking his head at her. Everyone watched him intently, waiting for him to spill. He started to shovel food in his mouth, trying to find any possible way to avoid speaking.

Suddenly it dawned on Anna. "Oh, I think I know what his problem is."

The others turned their attention on the roadie. She realized they were expecting an answer from her now and she blushed hard, biting her lip.

"He knows," she said to Elsa.

The punk furrowed her brow. "Huh?"

Anna shot her a look that read "don't make me spell it out." Elsa stared for a few seconds before she understood.

"Oh!" she said, her voice growing in pitch out of embarrassment. "Ha…" She rubbed the back of her neck. "That makes sense."

"And I saw something I shouldn't have seen," Olaf squeaked.

The girls both widened their eyes, the other two boys completely lost.

"What did you see?" Elsa croaked.

Olaf poked at his left pec and then made a swooping gesture to simulate a breast before pointing to Elsa. Anna snorted awkwardly as the blonde colored significantly.

"No wonder you're freaking out," she mumbled, focusing her attention on her meal and piling a generous portion of eggs past her lips.

"What is happening!?" Sitron cried.

The three who were aware of what was going on exchanged looks, almost as if they were waiting for one another to tell, nobody wanting to bring it up over breakfast. After all, it wasn't exactly very normal breakfast conversation.

"I need to be at least four bears deep," Elsa grunted.

"It's not my business to tell," Olaf said quietly.

"Oh for the love of— are you guys that…" Anna sighed, rolling her eyes heavily. "Elsa and I had sex last night."

Sitron choked on his coffee and Marshmallow's face glowed with contact awkwardness. Elsa smiled slowly, not believing that it was Anna who was the blunt one about everything today.

"Jeez, Anna," she said, taking a sip of her hot chocolate. "Way to be subtle."

"I don't understand why people make it seem so shameful and weird!" Anna said honestly. "Look!" She brought down the collar of her shirt until her collarbone was more noticeable. "She left a hickey there! Big whoop! I'm not going to a serious job today or visiting my grandmother, who would surely have a heart attack if she saw this, via a female or male."

"Keep your voice down," Olaf pleaded.

"Nobody's looking, you wimp," Sitron said.

"Sex is sex," Anna said. "It feels good. It's a way people can express their affection if they're serious about it." She sat back in her seat and folded her arms across her chest. "God, it's not like we murdered someone. I'm so tired of people making it seem terrible. My cousin taught me that after I teased her when she had a hickey on her neck from her boyfriend. She looked at me and said, 'hey, Anna, what's the big deal?' And it occurred to me that there was none. Unless you're going to a formal event or going to work or school then don't show off the hickey but otherwise you shouldn't be ashamed of having sex."

The four gawked at her as the ginger raised her brows at them, expression deadpan.

"Understand?" she said.

They all nodded.

"Awesome." She immediately perked up and feasted on her bacon.

There was a moment of silence before Olaf smiled, turning to Sitron with a devious glint in his eyes.

"Hey!" Olaf giggled manically.

The bassist glared at him. "What?" he snapped.

"You owe me and Marshmallow twenty bucks each," Olaf reminded him.

Elsa and Anna exchanged looks of confusion, watching the scene unfold before them. Sitron was highly affronted, snarling at the guitarist.

"No way!" he said angrily. "There's no possible way you should have won the bet!"

"But we did," Olaf said, flexing his gloved hand at his friend. "Cough up."

Marshmallow shoved his hand forward expectantly.

"What the hell did you bet on?" Elsa said, Sitron grumbling out swears and digging out his wallet.

"I bet that you and Anna would get rid of your sexual tension by doing it before the tour was over," Olaf said proudly as a crumpled twenty was pressed into his palm. "I was too shocked to realize I won until now."

"And I bet that you'd be together by the second month," Marshmallow said.

"Hold your fucking horses!" Sitron barked, keeping his second bill close to him. "We don't know if they're together yet!"

They whipped their heads at the girls, who both felt very on the spot at once. Elsa coughed into her fist and Anna tugged on her bottom lip with her teeth. Neither of them spoke up before Sitron told them to spill harshly.

"I like to think so," Anna whispered.

"Me too," Elsa admitted softly.

"I mean, we're kinda together," the roadie said. "We're working on that."

"But it's most likely gonna happen so, Sitron, give it up," Elsa said, waving at him with the back of her hand, egging him on to hand over the twenty.

"But… but!" Sitron whined as the dollar was swiped from him by Olaf and handed to Marshmallow. "Awh, fine!" He stood up from the table and crammed his wallet back into his pocket. "Screw you guys, I'm going back to the bus."

He marched away, leaving his breakfast half finished but it was quickly recovered by Marshmallow, who dumped all the potatoes and the two pieces of toast on his plate with joy.

"I'm glad you two settled everything," Olaf said, folding up his well earned money and tucking it into his back pocket. "I don't care how, just glad you're good."

"Same," Elsa sighed, stretching.

Anna gasped suddenly, startling them all. "Elsa!" Anna said, her face clouding over. "I forgot that I'm still mad at you about something!"

The punk was alarmed. "What? What did I do now?" Her shoulder was swatted by Anna hard. "Ow— hey!"

"You have to apologize to Kristoff!" Anna said. "You were so rude to him last night!"

"Who's Kristoff?" Marshmallow asked.

"His full name is Kristoff Bjorgman," Anna said, elongating his last name for emphasis.

"Oh fuck," Elsa moaned, dropping her head into her hands. "Of Troll Rock Amps. His grandfather runs the company."

"Elsa, you dumbass!" Olaf cracked up. "That's our amp sponsor's grandson and you yelled at him!"

"I thought he was flirting with Anna," Elsa defended.

"We were being ironic," Anna said, picking up her tea. "I told him I dated girls now."

"Do you ever," Elsa teased.

"You're not off the hook," Anna snapped seriously. "You still have a show tonight and, damn it, you're gonna apologize. And I might throw in something else since you were so rotten."

"Jesus, what are you planning!?"

The hustle and bustle of backstage was always a norm for Kristoff, undoing electrical cords and setting up amps on stage. He was used to people pushing by him and barking out orders, grime and sweat a common occurrence. Even getting yelled at by rockstars was something he had grown to understand was protocol for stagehands.

But he never expected one to come up to him and apologize.

He was checking over the number of amplifiers that were backstage when someone cleared their throat behind him. Kristoff gazed over his shoulder, expecting it to either be Sven or perhaps another stage manager coming to complain. Instead he found Elsa standing there, awkwardly, and Anna a few feet behind her with her arms over her chest expectantly. It made Elsa look like a child who was in big, big trouble with their parent and was sitting before the principal, about to explain their wrong doings.

"Uh… hey," Elsa said, not looking directly at him.

"Hi," he said carefully, remembering how peeved she had been at him yesterday. "Can I, erm, help you with something?"

"Yeah— no… look." Elsa finally allowed her eyes to linger onto his face. "I'm sorry."

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry for shouting at you yesterday," she said.

"Oh, it's fine," Kristoff said. "I didn't know you and Anna were dating, but I swear I wasn't actually flirting with her—"

"No, I know," Elsa cut him off. "She made that clear… and we weren't dating but we had, uhm, it doesn't matter. We're sorta dating now. I think."

"Yeah?"

Elsa shifted from foot to foot. "Mhm."

"And!?" Anna called from where she was standing.

Elsa raised her eyes to the heavens, as though she were praying for patience. He noted, however, Elsa seemed to give off the shadow of a smile after Anna had barked at her.

"I would like to offer you and… Sven?" She shot Anna an expression searching for conformation and Anna nodded. She turned back to Kristoff. "Offer you and Sven to join us on our tour as techies until we reach Rapid City, unless you'd like to come with us to New York. We have extra bunk room for you guys, uh…" She glanced back at Anna, who smiled approvingly. "Yup. That's it."

Kristoff's eyes went from Elsa to Anna, who winked, and back again.

"You're serious?" he wondered dubiously.

"I don't have much of a—"

"Ahem." hissed Anna.

Elsa sighed. "Yes. In fact, since you seem to know the ropes of the backstage world more than Anna does ("Hey!"), it would be a great add on to the Dry Ice family." She held out a gloved hand and sent him a kind but crooked smile. "How about it?"

"You're serious?" he repeated.

"How many times do I have to say it?" Elsa said. "Yes or no?"

"You'd… me and Sven? Hanging around the hottest band of the year?" Kristoff said with a sarcastic scoff. "What do you think?" He brought up a giant hand and clasped Elsa's firmly. "Hell yes! This'll be great. Grand Pabbie will be pleased to know I got on your good side."

"Don't push it," Anna said, bouncing over and grabbing Elsa's shoulders from behind. "She's probably still miffed about yesterday."

"Anna, for fuck's sake," Elsa groaned.

"Just kidding," Anna said, pecking Elsa on the cheek. "Time for practice. Go on!"

She turned Elsa around and shoved her toward the stage, the punk allowing her feet to drag themselves towards her awaiting band.

"That's a surprising change of heart," Kristoff said. "You did most of it, I presume?"

"Oh, of course. I thought you'd be a good addition to the band. I feel guilty when Oaken does all the heavy lifting and I don't know a thing about tech stuff. I've learned a lot along the way but it'll be nice to have more help." She grinned at him. "Where's Sven? I haven't seen him since I yelled at him."

Kristoff chuckled. "He'll be around. I know he'll flip when I tell him the news."

"By the way, do you have fingerless gloves?" Anna displayed her hand— the gloves now glued to her skin as they usually were when she was working.

"Yeah we got 'em when Dry Ice was the biggest thing," he confirmed. "Sven wears his more often than I do, though."

"Get used to wearing them. They're kind of a band thing," she told him.

"I've noticed. But why?"

Anna was about to answer "beats me" but realized that she did know the secret to the gloves. And Elsa trusted Anna enough to let her hold that information and not tell anyone. She understood how the boys felt when Anna had asked them. How they knew it wasn't their secret to divulge. Anna was now a part of that inner circle and had no intentions on revealing the facts and every intention on keeping Elsa's trust.

"It's not my job to tell you," she worded. "You'd have to be more in with the band to know."

"I'm the amp sponsor."

She shook her head. "I mean, really super close to Elsa to know. I just recently… learned why but it took me a while. I'd give it a bit before she trusts you enough. Same goes for Sven."

"Whatever you say," he shrugged. "Thanks for the opportunity. It's great 'cause we were about to get outta here after her shows and we were looking at plane tickets but this is even better."

Anna sent him a wink. "No problem, dude. Good to have you on the team. Now…" She cast a very pissed-off glance at the caterer. "If you don't mind, I have someone else to yell at since there seems to be a lack of Arrowhead water." She stomped over. "Hey, buddy! What's the big fucking idea!?"

Kristoff laughed after her, amused how fast she can change her attitude when it was needed the most.

That afternoon, after practice was over, Elsa found Anna shoving bottled Arrowheads in the cooler, muttering some very colorful swears under her breath.

"Hey, kid," Elsa said, poking her in the shoulder. "Got a minute?"

"Yeah, gimme a quick second," Anna said. "You and your damn water. I wouldn't have to do this if you just liked all kinds. The caterer most likely peed himself after I finished with him."

Elsa laughed. "Sorry. All other waters make me feel like I'm drowning. But that's why you're here, isn't it? To make sure I don't become a prima donna cry baby like Bieber."

Anna finished sticking the waters in the ice and stood up straight, facing her.

"What's up?" she said.

"C'mere," Elsa said, taking Anna by the hand and leading her further backstage to the dressing rooms. "We need to talk."

"Ah, right," Anna said. "We didn't finish our discussion from this morning."

"You remembered. Very good."

"Elsa, please, I don't have a terrible memory."

The older girl snickered. "I'm just giving you a hard time."

They entered an empty dressing room and Elsa shut the door, locking it behind them lest Olaf try to jump in at some random point and interrupt them for the billionth time.

"Alright," Anna chimed, plopping herself down on the couch and crossing her legs. "Where did we leave off?"

"We were talking about how we don't need a traditional relationship."

"That's right. Well, we don't have to have one. We can't exactly. Like, you can't call me up and go, 'hey, babe, there's a really cool Italian place that opened up down the street wanna come?' or say, 'oh, you had a bad day? I'll come over and we'll binge on pizza and Netflix until we conk out.' If that's what you consider traditional."

Anna had a valid point. It wasn't the most ideal time or place to strike up a relationship but last night had been so meaningful to Elsa. She gave herself over for the first time in about two years. The redhead made it even the more special by loving her scars and giving Elsa a night she won't soon forget, by kissing her first and allowing Elsa to choose what she wanted.

"But…" Elsa said, tugging at her braid.

"But?"

"I'd like to be in a relationship with you, Anna," Elsa said truthfully, finally sinking down beside Anna.

"Then, let's do it," Anna said. "Kissing and hugging and cuddling and all that romantic stuff." She giggled, a blush fanning her cheeks. "I think it'd be fun." She took Elsa's hand and removed a glove before doing the same with her other hand so they could hold hands without leather blocking skin contact. "Plus, it could help you." She kissed Elsa's jaw. "And help me."

"How would it help me?" Elsa asked, closing her eyes. Her tone became silky at once, leaning close to Anna automatically.

"Find out who you really are underneath all those guises," Anna whispered, her breath ghosting over her skin.

"And you?"

"Recover from my heartaches. Break down my walls… and yours." Another kiss to Elsa's jaw. "I think it would do us both good, don't you?"

"Mhm…" Elsa opened her eyes, staring blankly behind her new girlfriend. "What do you want to do about sex? We don't have to have it again until you're absolutely comfortable. Last night was impulsive— but very wonderful don't get me wrong— and it was pure make up sex."

"We can wait for a little while," Anna said gently, pulling back. "I'd like to move forward one step at a time now that we've taken a few steps back. No sex until we feel ready for it to be more about saying we're sorry."

"Sounds good," Elsa smiled. "But we can kiss all we like."

"Please," Anna agreed.

With that word of permission, Elsa brought Anna's face up to kiss her long and deep, not holding back her feelings for the roadie anymore.

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