I feel bad for the loser who claimed they weren't going to continue reading this story and didn't even finish the previous chapter.

So long. Nobody fucking needs you. I salute thee in hopes you gain a pair of ovaries and woman the hell up.

More of a filler but there's a point. Until we reach Rapid City, not too much is going to happen. This chapter surrounds Anna becoming closer to Kristoff and the next one involves Elsa and Anna further exploring their relationship. After Rapid City comes a trip to Wisconsin… where Elsa is from.

Then things will pick up from there. Sorry that it seems a tad humdrum but every story has a filler or two.

Shall we?

"Dude, whoa," Kristoff gasped as he stepped aboard the bus with Sven in tow.

"Right?" Olaf grinned.

"Shit, I've been on my fair share of tour buses but I gotta say yours is pretty sweet," Sven said, hitching his bag higher on his shoulder. "Nice digs. Seriously."

"Where are we sleeping?" Kristoff wondered, looking at Olaf as he ushered them through the opening.

"On the right side bunks. Whichever out of the three available. On the left, I have the middle, Sitron's on top, and Marshmallow is bottom," Olaf explained.

"When you say it like that," Sitron mumbled, "it sounds like we're participating in some sex orgy."

"Sitron, Jesus Christ," Elsa groaned from her spot on the couch.

They had just returned from the hotel with Kristoff and Sven joining them to the bus before they got their next start to Memphis. Now they were showing their new crew members what they would call home until the tour ended, Kristoff very keen on remaining with the band until their final destination in New York.

As the two newbies got settled in, Oaken revved up the bus and shifted it into gear. Olaf and Sitron were playing Mario Kart against one another whilst Marshmallow watched on one couch. Elsa was sitting next to her large friend, Anna's back leaning on her shoulder as she read one of her textbooks.

"Memphis," Elsa said, gazing at her phone, looking over the official website for the city. "I've always wanted to go there. It always seemed to have some sort of… charm."

"Yeah?" Anna giggled. "You know, this is actually the most I've traveled in my life? I've never been out of Arendelle for this long."

"Glad I could help you with that," Elsa said, kissing the back of Anna's head.

"Eugh," Sitron gagged, handing over his remote to Marshmallow for a turn. "You guys were better when you were yelling and being snarky at one another."

"It's not like we're gonna stop," Anna said idly, turning a page in her book. "For example, I still think Elsa is a pretentious celebrity."

"And I still think Anna is a stuffy child who needs to let loose every now and then," Elsa said blandly.

"But it won't stop us from being cutesy from time to time," Anna said, grinning at Sitron, who took a seat in the couch opposite them.

"Whatever you say," he said, rolling his eyes.

"Guys, chill," Olaf chuckled. "Sitron's just sore that he lost the bet."

"I am not!" Sitron argued.

"Are too," Marshmallow said.

"Welcome to Dry Ice!" Anna laughed at Kristoff, who was sending them a peculiar expression. "Where on stage they act tough and cool but in reality they're all whiney, needy, and goofy."

"Sounds like my kinda group," Sven said, sliding into the booth. "I call next turn on Mario Kart!"

"This guy is great," Olaf said joyfully. "Gets right into the groove of things."

Kristoff sat next to Sitron, though a tad awkwardly, and examined the band before him.

"So… Elsa," he started tentatively. "Uhm, if you don't mind, I'd like to discuss with you some more… business oriented things."

"Fire away, babe," Elsa said casually.

"About the amps, Pabbie wants to set up a formal meeting with you," Kristoff began. "And he also would appreciate a small favor."

"What's the favor?"

"He's hosting a benefit to raise money for foster kids and my entire family is gonna be there along with a few important names in both the child law area and music." Kristoff ran his newly gloved hand through his hair. "He'd like it if you guys played the benefit."

The game was paused and everybody looked at Elsa, waiting to see what she was going to say. She cocked her head to one side slightly.

"How much would we be paid?" Elsa asked.

"Well… you wouldn't," Sven piped up nervously. "It's a benefit and you're Grand Pabbie's client. That's why it's more of a favor."

"I mean, our amps are the best in the business," Kristoff said quickly. "And I understand if you—"

"Okay," Elsa shrugged.

"Okay what?" Kristoff said.

"We'll play. It'll be fun," Elsa said.

"Seriously?"

"Why not? I think doing benefits is not only good publicity but a good deed." Elsa stretched and stood, Anna falling onto her back on the couch, glaring up at Elsa. The punk didn't notice. "Perhaps I'll play a few original songs."

"Ooh, awesome!" Olaf cheered, unpausing the game and diving into his race with his brother.

"You finally wrote a song?" Anna said, not bothering to get herself up.

"Uh-huh," Elsa confirmed, smirking down at the redhead. "You need help there, kid?"

"No, it's alright. Marshmallow's thigh is comfortable," Anna giggled.

Marshmallow chuckled. "Ha, thanks."

"Suit yourself," Elsa shrugged. "I'm gonna catch some shut eye—"

The bus suddenly shuddered, sending Elsa teetering off balance. Everybody snapped to attention, their eyes on the front of the bus as Oaken made a few terrified noises.

"Oaken!?" Elsa shouted.

"Hang on, dears, I need to get off the highway!" Oaken cried.

Stunned expressions were exchanged shortly before the bus made a dangerous swing, Elsa toppling into Sitron and Kristoff. Olaf and Marshmallow jumped to their feet and shut the TV doors in case any of the electronics fell out. Anna got off the couch, abandoning her book, and wobbling over to the front.

"What's happening!?" she yelled.

Oaken veered off the freeway. "Something is wrong with the engine."

"How is that possible!?" Elsa wailed, getting off of the blonde and the bassist. "This is a brand new bus!"

Luckily, Oaken managed to park the bus in an empty parking lot, the band sighing in relief. Kristoff stood shakily, casting a nervous glance at the group around him.

"Is this a usual occurrence where something bad happens to you?" he asked.

"Not all the time," Anna said over her shoulder. "I mean, yeah Elsa almost got hit in the head with a bottle, I was left drunk in Seattle, the band almost broke up, a town was against Elsa playing…" She realized the more she tacked on the list, the more uneasy Kristoff seemed. "But it's not all bad! Usually we just goof around until the next concert."

"What on Gaea's green earth!?" Elsa sputtered, pushing by her girlfriend to confront Oaken, who looked positively bewildered.

"I don't know what happened," he said, fumbling with the keys.

"Oaken, it's not your fault," Sitron reminded him calmly. "Something went funky."

"Let's check it out," Olaf suggested.

One by one, the expanded group exited the bus to the back where the engine was located. Oaken unlocked the seal and opened it, a fresh stream of disgusting and foul smelling smog releasing itself from its trap.

"Ugh!" Anna whined, her hands snapping to her nose. "That's awful!"

"What the actual fuck!?" Elsa said, gawking stupidly at the engine.

"Do we have… like, insurance?" Olaf said weakly.

"We better!" Sitron said. "Otherwise we're fucked. We have to get to Memphis by tomorrow night for set up. If we don't, we'll be behind schedule."

"Sven, call the theatre," Anna said. "The list of places is in the little black book in the glove compartment. Tell them we may be late."

"On it," Sven obeyed.

"I'll get ahold of Kai," Marshmallow sighed, following after the techie back into the bus.

"Olaf, you any good with cars?" Kristoff asked, cracking his knuckles.

"Uh, I got a B plus in motors and small engines class," Olaf replied. "Why?"

"Let's see if we can't find the problem," Kristoff said, waving away the extra smoke as it coughed out of the bus. "I've had my fair dealings with auto parts when I fixed up my old truck."

"Ooh, I have a tool kit in the holding compartment!" Oaken said gleefully.

"I can take a crack at the engine, too," Sitron said. "Oaken, you better call the insurance company and see if they can't send any help if they have a branch out here."

"This is bullshit!" Elsa shouted, kicking the curb of the sidewalk.

"Okay, okay!" Anna tried to sooth, pulling Elsa away gently. "Let's give the boys some space to be manly men."

Elsa slumped, allowing Anna to drag her down the street a little ways away from the action. Anna made her sit down on the sidewalk, quickly joining her and running a calming hand over her back.

"This is ridiculous," Elsa snarled. "What is my life, Anna? A soap-opera?"

"No. This is just a little bump in the road," Anna told her gently. "A tiny kink that they're working out. Maybe it's minimal. Cars break down, things do weird things, and once we figure out what it is, we'll be back on the road to Memphis!"

Elsa didn't look up from where she was burning the pavement with her glare. The roadie sighed, continuing the rub circles on Elsa's back. There were a few seconds of silence that passed them by, the clang of their friends hard at word as they tried to deduce what had gone wrong with the bus the only sound that registered. Suddenly, the punk widened her eyes and turned to Anna.

"You don't think…" she began hoarsely.

"I don't think what?" Anna demanded, both confused and slightly affronted.

"Listen, I know that this entire tour hasn't been the most… eventful but what has been eventful involved things that went bad," Elsa said.

"Right… like you—"

"—almost getting hit in the head with a bottle. Why? Because—"

"—of Hans and his need for revenge."

Anna stared and slowly her mouth fell open.

"You don't think!?" Anna cried. "That he… could have hired someone to sabotage our bus, do you?"

"That's exactly what I think," Elsa said seriously.

"No… no, no… how can that be!?" Anna shook her head.

"He knows my schedule. Of course he would, he was supposed to be the roadie for this tour. I don't have a doubt in my mind that he could have sabotaged it. Called in a favor like he did with that Denis fucker." Elsa stood up, looking murderous. "The next time I run into Hans—"

"Elsa, slow down," Anna said, standing up too. "We don't know for sure but this is definitely a great, great possibility. If it's true, Hans is genuinely fixed on seeking his childlike vengeance but right now— Elsa, look at me." Anna grabbed her by the shoulders and forced Elsa to twist her body so their eyes could meet. "Right now we have more important things to worry about. We have to fix the bus and then you have to wow the crowd with your amazing sexiness in Memphis."

The blonde grinned. "My amazing sexiness?"

"Shut up." Anna poked her hard in the chest. "If we're gonna be girlfriends allow me the liberty to compliment you awkwardly."

"Alright, but as long as I can give you pet names."

"Fine." Her interest piqued. "Like what?"

"I have a few I wanna try out but you'll hear them over time, baby," Elsa assured, leaning closer.

"Is that one of them?" Anna inquired, slightly breathless.

"I've called you baby before," she reminded her.

"Right but never because you liked me."

"Get used to hearing it."

Just before Elsa was going to kiss her, Kristoff hollered, "What the fuck!?"

The two girls turned their heads towards the bus, only to find Olaf giving the gas tank the most peculiar expression, Sitron wiping some gooey mess off of his hands, and Kristoff trying to get a clearer view of what that stuff was.

"What is it?" Elsa said, bounding over with Anna on her heels.

"Well, the engine was reacting to the car, you see," Olaf said, his face slightly smudged with grime. "But it was actually the gas tank that was fucked up."

"That's why the engine was smokey," Kristoff explained.

"But someone stuck a shit ton of molasses in our gas tank," Sitron whined. "I just had to stick my hand in there mother fucker! Who in their right mind would be such a piece of—"

"Hans," Elsa said quickly. "It has to be. If it wasn't the engine, then this is obviously something he'd do."

"We managed to fix the engine okay, though," Olaf said. "It was a little funky in spite of the molasses."

"What about the insurance company? What can they do?" Anna said.

"I'll got tell Oaken," Olaf said. "He's still on the phone with them."

"If our engine is fucked up then we can't move!" Elsa complained, becoming frantic and watching Olaf dash into the bus to alert their driver. "We'll be done for!"

"And Hans will win," Anna said quietly, feeling her heart sink into her stomach.

"Not if they can get a mechanic over here!" Kristoff said optimistically. "This doesn't look terrible and I think it's an easy fix. Someone can suck it all out and clean it, fill it back up with gas and we'll be on our way."

Sven came outside with Olaf, hopeful grins on their faces.

"Okay, good news!" said the guitarist. "The insurance company is sending someone out right now."

"And the theatre said that they'll start preparing early," Sven added. "Just in case we can't make it by tomorrow night."

"We will," Kristoff said stubbornly. "As soon as they fix everything on a more professional scale, we're gonna drive like sons of bitches to Memphis."

"In the meantime, we're stranded," Elsa said bluntly.

"Well… yes," Olaf sighed.

"Great!" Sitron barked bitterly. "Just great. 'Cause I love being stranded in the middle of some hick town."

"Would you be slightly positive for once?" Anna pleaded.

"I'm sorry, Anna. It's just so good to hear I'll be stuck here until our bus is up and running!" Sitron snapped, finally removing the thick, black colored sticky mess off of his hands. "I need a drink."

"It's not even noon," Elsa deadpanned.

"I don't give a fuck." Sitron threw the rag he was using on the floor. "Olaf, get Marshmallow. I want to go to some random Applebee's and drink away my problems."

"Marsh! We're gonna get hammered!" Olaf called into the bus, beckoning out his younger brother. "Ooh, what did Kai say?"

"He said that he's gonna do some investigating," Marshmallow said, lumbering over. "In case that someone is trying to do us in."

"It's Hans," Elsa said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"We can't know for sure," Olaf said. "But he's definitely suspect number one. But as of now, I think getting some alcohol in my system will dull the pain for a bit." He patted Sven on the back. "Care to join us?"

The techie looked shocked but incredibly flattered. "Oh… sure!"

"How 'bout you, Kristoff?" Sitron invited. "A guys thing while Oaken waits for the mechanic outside and the girls get it on inside."

Elsa smacked him in the back of his head.

"No thanks, I'll hang around here," Kristoff said, wiping his hands off on his jeans.

"Suit yourself," Olaf said. "Let's find an Applebee's."

"Already on it," Marshmallow said, on his phone and looking for the restaurant on his maps.

"What makes you so sure there's gonna be an Applebee's—?" Anna began but—

"Ten Applebee's found in walking distance from your location," Siri spoke out from the drummer's phone.

Elsa started snickering as Anna turned her eyes up to the sky, an unimpressed expression crossing over her features.

"We're off!" Sitron said. "Marsh, lead the way."

With the majority of the boys gone to enjoy a beer or two and Oaken outside waiting for the mechanic to show up and fix their problem, the three had the bus to themselves. Kristoff had taken to the television while the girls were in Elsa's room.

"You know," Anna said from Elsa's bed, watching her girlfriend fiddle with her desk lamp, "you should probably spend this downtime writing a new song."

"I already wrote a song," Elsa said.

"I mean another one." She crossed her legs Indian style, cocking her head to one side. "Seriously, get an album in the works! You can't stand alone with 'Let It Go' for the rest of your life."

"Watch me," the punk challenged in a mumble, sinking into her desk chair.

Anna sighed. "Look, it's something that's not only productive but necessary. Olaf told me your newest song was good even though it still needs tweaking!"

Elsa was taciturn, spinning in the chair lazily.

"Frankly, I have better things to do," she said, eyeing Anna.

The roadie rolled her eyes, smiling in spite of herself. "We're not doing anything yet. I won't give you any affection until you've come up with one verse."

"Anna! That's not fair!" Elsa complained, shooting to her feet.

"You can try to counter me but I'll be legs-shut, locked up. Chaste," Anna said defiantly. "Now, I'm gonna go out with Kristoff to get some lunch while you write. If I come back and you have a verse or two, I'll give you a prize. If not, you can suffer."

Elsa stared at Anna's snide expression, an eyebrow raised so her likeness to Elsa was suddenly striking. The blonde groaned and sunk into her seat, turning it around to her desk, taking out a pencil and getting down to work.

"Good!" Anna approved, clambering off the bed. "I'll be back in less than an hour. Good luck, baby."

"Hm."

Anna left Elsa alone and closed the door behind her, approaching Kristoff with a smile. He shifted his gaze from the television to his fellow roadie. He returned the smile, his only lopsided, and gave her a kind yet questioning raise of his brows.

"Hey," she said. "I'm gonna go grab lunch for the three of us. Wanna join me?"

"Sure," he grinned, shutting off the TV and rising. "Where to?"

"I was thinking Panda Express. There's gotta be one around here and I want some cream cheese ragoons… if that's what you call them."

"I'm down. Let's go!"

"Bye, Elsa!" Anna called loudly over her shoulder as she and Kristoff left the bus. "Remember our deal!"

"Fuck you, Anna!" Elsa cried after her.

"Not yet!" Anna replied with a laugh.

They stepped out of the bus, told Oaken where they were going, and continued on down the street of the tiny town. Anna was looking through her maps and found a Panda Express not too far away. The two walked in silence towards the Chinese fast-food place, Kristoff pulling off his beanie in the hot sun and Anna adjusting her gloves.

"Why didn't you wanna go with the guys?" Anna asked. "For some dude bonding time?" She bumped her hips into his, making him chuckle.

"Ah, I'm not exactly an afternoon drinker," he said with a shrug. "I prefer to drink through the night."

"I see, I see. Well, it's nice hanging with you. And this way, Elsa won't feel jealous."

"Yeah, so, are you guys, like, officially together now?"

"I guess so," Anna said with an uncertain shrug. "I mean, we're on the tracks, definitely. But we have to leave some room to grow. We've only kissed a lot and we've sworn off of sex for a while… just…" She let out a long breath. "It's new and hesitant but I don't mind. I really like her."

"I'm glad things are working out for you two," Kristoff said supportively.

"Yeah, me too."

"By the way, what was your deal you made?"

"I told her she can't get any of this—" She pointed to her lips and winked. "—until she works on her song and produces an official verse for a new song. Motivation at its finest. See if she's willing to work for some lovin'."

Kristoff started laughing again. "You're pretty feisty, Anna."

"Ooh, feisty!" Anna pumped her fist in the air. "I haven't been called that in a long time! Last time I was I was in a relationship with this girl Merida. But it's good to be called that for a different reason."

"Glad I could be of service," he said, patting her on the head. "Hey, there's the place!"

They spotted the Panda Express a few blocks down. The two entered and stood in line, wallets out and ready to purchase their meals, chattering more about the band and the plans. As Anna was about to order, a rather portly man cut in front of her and gathered the surprised attention of the person who was about to take Anna's order.

"I'm in a hurry," the man barked at the girl behind the counter. "Give me the—"

"Hey, buddy, my friend was in front of you!" Kristoff snapped.

"Tough shit," the guy snarled.

"Kristoff, it's alright," Anna said, backing off.

"No, it's not. It's fucking rude," Kristoff said defensively. "You could have at least said excuse me. I didn't realize this town was so backwards that being polite is something nobody has ever heard of."

"Shut up, blondie, nobody was talking to you," the man yelled.

"At least apologize!" Kristoff argued.

"Kristoff, it's—" Anna tried again.

"Defend your girlfriend some other time!" The guy shoved Kristoff, who nearly fell into Anna. "Get off my ass!"

Kristoff looked very much like he wanted to punch the guy in the stomach but Anna managed to reign him back, telling him it was fine and that he should just let the guy do what he wanted. So they did, the smug look of the man burning in Kristoff's memory as they walked back to the bus.

"You're so quick to hurt people," Anna said, giving him a half smile. "It was a dick move but I don't care. I'm not affected by that kind of stuff."

"I'm sorry," he grumbled. "I suppose I'm more of a gentleman when it comes to saying a simple, 'pardon me.'"

"Kristoff, trust me," she said gently. "If it bothered me so much, I would have let you hurt him. At least I know I'm protected by everyone now. I should start my own posse with the band creating a ring of protection around me wherever I go."

He cracked a smile. "Very funny."

They returned to the bus to find Oaken talking to the mechanic as he worked on the fuel tank, saying he could get it fixed before night fell. Anna handed the body guard a baggie full of egg rolls and he grinned, thanking her. The two clambered onto the bus and Anna announced their arrival.

As they put the take-out boxes on the booth table, Elsa burst forth from her room with a piece of paper in her grip. She stormed over to Anna and shoved the lyrics in her face.

"They still have some editing to go through," Elsa said shortly. "But I did it. I finished two verses."

Anna smirked. "Good for you. I'll reward you after lunch."

The punk groaned and flopped into the booth, pulling a box towards her, Anna sitting beside Elsa and opening her own box. Kristoff was across the two, already eating his lunch with gusto.

Sometime during their meal, the other boys returned. To the trio's surprise, they weren't drunk like Sitron had intended. Instead their stomachs were full with food from Applebee's, everyone ready to chill for the rest of the day until the bus was fixed. Another game of Mario Kart ensued between the boys while Elsa forced Anna into her bedroom.

"Okay, I wrote the verses," Elsa said. "Can you stop with the teasing, that wasn't funny."

"It was for me. And look, you were productive!" Anna said, plopping down onto the bed. "I'm so proud." She started to applaud. "Yay, Elsa!"

"Anna, c'mon," Elsa pleaded. "You said you would award me."

"I didn't realize you'd be so needy," Anna giggled.

Elsa took in a deep breath, sitting beside Anna, flashing her a tender smile.

"Please? I did as you asked." She leaned close and brushed her lips against the shell of Anna's ear, eliciting a shudder from Anna. Her ears had always been pretty sensitive.

"Alright, fine," Anna said. "Gloves off, missy."

Elsa did as she was told, removing both gloves and taking Anna's face in her hands, bringing her close and kissing her, Anna opening her mouth and allowing Elsa entry as her prize for writing a new song. Elsa hummed in approval, responding at once.

She dragged her hands across Anna's face to the back over her neck, the roadie gripping Elsa's waist. It was the first time since they had sex that they were actually making out. Anna found herself in Elsa's lap, the older girl's lips leaving Anna's and fumbling over her neck.

"You know," Elsa panted, "I don't care that you assisted me. I'm gonna get revenge one way or another."

"Whatever you say," Anna purred, loving the feeling of Elsa's hands combing through her hair. "But you know that you were damn motivated to have me kiss you."

"It isn't fair that after wanting to kiss you, you put a fucking lock on your lips," Elsa reasoned, looking up at Anna beneath her lashes.

"You wanted it," Anna said, kissing Elsa's forehead. "And you got it. I promise not to do it again."

"Still gonna seek revenge," Elsa responded, bringing Anna back down to kiss her again.

"Looking forward to what you have in mind," Anna managed to say before Elsa silenced her completely with a deeper kiss.

As soon as Anna thought she would be able to go a bit farther without going too far, the bus shuddered and the engine roared, driving them apart. The boys cheered, drawing the girls outside to see what they were cheering out.

"Bus is fixed!" Oaken announced joyfully. "Next stop is—"

"Memphis!" everyone yelled, applauding.

"Hans can kiss my ass!" Elsa roared, picking Anna up around her waist, making the younger girl laugh. "He can never stop us!"

"Never!" Anna whooped, throwing a fist in the air. "Dry Ice will live on!"

And they continued to hoot and holler in victory as Oaken turned the bus back onto the highway, taking them all to Memphis.

This chapter… ugh, this chapter.

Not my favorite and probably not yours either. Sorry. It was an extreme filler and I do apologize. Although, more Hans possibilities so… there's that.

I promise things will pick up. Especially when things get to Rapid City. Plenty of Elsanna in the next chapter including Elsa's "revenge."

Ugh. You don't even have to review on this chapter. It sucked. And I know it already.

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