Thanks for liking that crappy chapter, guys. Means a lot ;)
I hope you all had a good Holiday and got lots of Frozen stuff! I certainly did. Olaf pillow pet is now locked in my possession!
Here's my belated gift to you, a new Scars chapter. Sorry that it's a bit late but the Holidays swamped me. December is no time to update a fic, let me tell you.
But I'm back and happy to continue!
Anna was struggling as she lugged both the guitar and bass cases up the steps of the theatre's steps to the backstage area. Sven was bringing up the rear, his arms full of tech equipment that had so many colorful buttons that Anna was sure did almost everything one could possibly imagine. Kristoff was in front of her, his strong arms supporting two smaller amps.
It was a great thing to have more crew members, she had to admit. So much more got done in a small amount of time so it left more opportunities for Kristoff to teach Anna some backstage ropes. And more time for her to sneak away with Elsa and make out in the corners but nobody else really became aware of those little rendezvous.
"Make a left," Sven said to Kristoff. "That takes us to the stage quickest."
"Got it," Kristoff nodded, reaching the top of the stairs and turning, Anna and Sven following close behind.
The three entered the stage that looked out into the empty theatre. Anna hustled by Kristoff and placed Sitron's case on the left side of the stage and then hauled Olaf's case to the right. Kristoff set down the amps and started to fiddle with some electrical cords by the larger ones. Sven hopped off the stage, crossed through the pit, and went towards the tech table in the middle of the theatre behind the VIP seating.
Anna let out a huff and sat on the platform that raised the drum set, crossing her ankles and looking out at the dark auditorium. A few other local techies and stagehands were scurrying about like rats in and out of the room and across the stage. Sven clapped his hands once to gather her and Kristoff's attention and the most Anna could see of him jabbed a finger up above them.
The roadies looked up as a switch was flicked, the "ice" chandelier descending smoothly from the ceiling full of catwalks and wires. It came to a stop, the dangling shards clanging together musically
"Is it center now, Anna?" Sven teased, earning a rather dirty look from the redhead.
"Don't be an ass!" Anna barked at him.
"Nice entry," Kristoff cut in. "But can it go faster?"
Their voices were bouncing back at them from the emptiness of the theatre.
"I could rig it just enough to go a hair faster but I was going for dramatic," Sven said. "Seeing as we're working for the Elsa and she likes that kinda thing, right?"
"Where is the band anyway?" Kristoff said to Anna.
She shrugged. "Last I saw them they were gonna grab ice cream. I swear, they try to be so cool but they're freaking out over an ad in the paper about a special on double scoops half off." Anna got to her feet and stretched, eyes wandering about the room. "I feel like I'm Haruhi and I'm surrounded by the Host Club."
"Would that make Elsa Tamaki?" Sven called from his spot.
Kristoff let out a bark of laughter and Anna grinned.
"I guess it would," she said.
Sven retracted the chandelier and went on to program a few things in the tech table, occasionally checking if a spotlight was working or if the fake snow was ready to go. Kristoff was tuning Olaf's guitar slightly and testing the sound on the amps, the strings sending vibrating sounds throughout the auditorium. Anna, while propping up Sitron's bass on the stand, she noticed movement in the mezzanine of the theatre. She paused and watched the silhouette for a few minutes before it sat down in one of the seats.
"Hey, I'll be right back," Anna said to Kristoff, who merely nodded, still focused on the guitar.
Anna strode off the stage and went to the back of the auditorium, taking the staircase up to the mezzanine. She stepped through the stairway that cut a path through two sections of seats. She found Elsa sitting at the bottommost corner, watching the stage action.
"Hey," she said quietly, not looking at Anna.
"Hi," Anna responded, crossing over and sitting beside her. "What are you doing?"
"Getting a feeling of insignificance and modesty," Elsa said blandly.
Anna had to suppress a snort. "What?"
"I like to see what it's like on this side, remember?" Elsa said. "I like to sit and watch what comes to life… so I can be thankful for how far I've come." She rested her arms on the railing in front of her, her chin going atop them. Her eyes were lidded, casting an almost tired gaze across the room. "If I don't do this, I think, I'll become more big headed than you already claim I am." The corners of her mouth turned upwards gently. "But I can be humble if I wish."
"I've never seen this side of you," Anna said.
"It's not one I like to show," Elsa said plainly.
"Figures."
Elsa leaned back in her seat and folded her arms across her chest, glancing at her girlfriend kindly.
"What are you doing up here?" she asked.
"Oh, I was just curious about who was up here," Anna said. "But I guessed it was you. Were you not interested in the ice cream deal?"
"The flavors were all exotic and stuff," Elsa said. "Like mango and custard. I like classics… unless it's Häagen-Dazs."
Anna smiled. "I see. Picky, picky."
"You know it." Elsa moved one arm around Anna's shoulders. "But at the moment, I'm currently craving strawberry flavors."
Her voice turned coy, sultry. It wasn't the honeyed tone reserved for Anna. She was flirting straight up and Anna knew it at once.
So she raised a brow and leaned close to Elsa.
"Are you really?" she responded. "I don't think you can handle it."
"What makes you say that?" Elsa hummed, bringing one gloved hand up to Anna's face, her exposed fingers stroking the skin gently. "I think I've handled it pretty well so far. It's you who can't seem to hold down vanilla."
"Believe me, I've put up with that flavor for two months. I think I can hold it down just fine," Anna countered.
"I think I like the two mixed," Elsa said, her eyes dropping to Anna's lips.
"I agree," Anna said.
Elsa leaned closer and pressed their lips together in a quick, chaste kiss.
"Yeah," Elsa grinned as she pulled back. "Much better mixed."
"I don't think I'll get tired of kissing you freely," Anna said.
"Glad you enjoy them, kid." Elsa winked before getting to her feet, pulling Anna up with her. Her hands were at Anna's waist as they stood, the two smiling stupidly at one another. "But remember there's still revenge to be had."
"Can't you let it—?"
"No."
Anna rolled her eyes, moving her arms around Elsa's neck.
"You're impossible," Anna stated.
"I know."
She kissed her again, bringing their bodies closer. Anna's hands fell from over Elsa's shoulders to cradle her face instead. Just when Elsa went to move it a bit farther, one of mics let out an ear piercing screech, the sound ringing all around them and forcing the two apart, hands flying to their ears and grimaces on their faces.
When the ringing died down, they uncovered their ears and glared down at the tech table where Sven was frantically turning a few knobs down.
"Sorry, sorry!" he cried. "My bad!"
"Fuck, Sven!" Kristoff yelped from the stage, a finger in his ear as he tried to get it to work again. "What the hell was that!?"
"I said I was sorry!" Sven argued.
"Damn techies," Elsa groaned. "C'mon, Anna, let's go get some lunch. On me."
"Ooh, kinky," Anna teased.
"Har, har. Not like tha— you know what I meant," Elsa snapped. "You're an ass."
"Yup!" Anna chirped, following Elsa out, their fingers interlocked. "But you're still dating me!"
The night of the concert was nothing but busy backstage. Anna was up on the catwalks, down in the catacombs, and rushing back and forth on stage to make sure everything was prepared. She hadn't worked this hard on the entire tour but ever since Kristoff put her to good use, she was actually learning many new skills to put into action during the performances.
Before the show, Elsa was standing side stage, adjusting her gloves, and bouncing in place to pump herself up. She had a look of determination etched all over, prepared to wreck the audience with a performance they won't soon forget. The opening band had already gotten off stage and the theatre was growing dark.
Olaf, Sitron, and Marshmallow had scampered on stage and took their places, waiting for Elsa.
Anna came up behind her and clamped both her hands on Elsa's shoulders but didn't startle the older girl. Elsa took in a deep breath as a pair of lips made contact with her cheek.
"Kick ass," Anna encouraged, "until there's no more ass left to kick."
"Damn straight."
"Make them bow down to you!"
"Worship the queen."
"Go get 'em, babe," Anna told her.
Elsa bounded away from Anna and jumped onto her spot, grabbing the mic as Sitron began to strum out a pounding baseline with Olaf joining in at once. Marshmallow played along, his head banging to the beat. Anna recognized the beginning immediately. Black Sheep by Metric and she knew it fit perfectly with the ferocity that Elsa was going for and feeling at the given moment.
As the opening lyric came up, the lights blew up on Elsa, her voice reverberating through the entire auditorium.
Everyone went ballistic.
And Elsa was eating it up, loving it, and getting right into the groove of things. Olaf's eyes were shut tight as he let the music carry him away. Sitron was practically making love to his bass, it was so close to his body. Elsa's hips started their swaying, driving her fans crazy… and driving Anna pretty crazy backstage.
She was where Elsa left her and was cheerfully bobbing her head to the song, arms crossed casually, but her eyes were zeroed in on Elsa's hips. She knew all too well how magical they were and there was knot being tied in her stomach from simply watching them. She also knew that she needed to stop thinking about those damn hips otherwise she would end up dropping the whole "no sex" agreement and take Elsa backstage after she was done with the show.
Thankfully Kristoff called her attention during the next song with information on Arrowhead water being absent. Anna pulled together her best pissed-off face and marched over to where he indicated the caterer to be.
After five songs, Elsa took a short break from singing to address the crowd. She called them all to order by holding up a calm hand until complete silence fell.
"Such loyalty in my subjects," Elsa chuckled. "Thank you." Time for my revenge, Anna, darling. "You know, I'd like to ask… you all know I am in the sexual preference of the female gender, correct?"
A couple of cheers and claps were tossed around in the crowd.
"Well, I've always found the female body to be a temple. It has so many little niches and ticks and you must treat as a sanctuary of your own. Men, take notes." The band mates and several audience members laughed. "A woman moves with grace, most of the time. I happen to know a certain girl who is rather clumsy but I digress. A woman knows what she wants and will get it. A woman is fierce. A woman is a warrior. She will go to hell and back just to prove a point she is very dedicated to. And it's not always a bad quirk. Believe me. Woman are the embodiment of humanity. It is a man's world but what is man without woman? Then again, more women have the confidence to be with other women nowadays so men are kinda fucked in that right."
Another round of laughter.
"Men are interesting creatures but I think women are far more interesting. Women are truly beautiful. Have you ever stared at a woman's body and just thought whoa. It's fucking magical. I love women. They're awesome. Body image is one thing. Her mind is complicated but highly wired. Yet, I find that I have been attracted to one thing in particular when I narrow it down to my romantic choices. What I love most about girls is the way they sound."
Anna, who was clutching a cool bottle of freshly delivered Arrowhead water side stage, furrowed her brows at Elsa. Where was she going with this little speech?
"It can be any sound, really," Elsa went on to say, walking in an arch around the stage. Olaf was sending her a peculiar look but she ignored it. "The way they laugh. The way they speak. Or… how they moan."
Kristoff, standing beside Anna, choked on his drink. Anna's jaw fell open and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. They way Elsa said that sent chills across the entire auditorium— hell, the entire city.
"There's a verity of moans but… if I may, I'd like to give you my favorites," Elsa said, a smirk crawling across her lips.
A few sounds of approval and a few people even cried out "do it!" very loudly. The lead singer side-glanced at the ever so incredulous Olaf, winked at him, and then faced her audience.
And she screwed up her face in concentration and pressed the mic even closer to her lips before she let out the first moan. It was long and deep, carrying out into the audience. She was greeted with hoots and hollers.
So she kept going.
With each moan, the knot in Anna's stomach wound tighter and she had to uncap the bottle that was originally for Elsa when she got off stage and started to chug down the cold water, hoping that would calm her down.
"Here's my personal favorite," Elsa said, her voice raspy and sultry. She cleared her throat and in a perfect impersonation of Anna— although only the band and the crew members recognized it— Elsa groaned out, "Oh, Elsa."
Anna choked on her water and it dribbled down her front, cheeks aflame, as the cheers grew tenfold. Olaf was standing with his hands over his mouth in shock and trying not to giggle. Sitron was dying of laughter on his side, leaning on one of the amps for support. Marshmallow had covered his eyes with his hands, shaking his head but grinning. Kristoff was gawking at Elsa while patting Anna on the back to calm her coughing fit. Sven, at the tech table, was wide-eyed and very red in the face.
"Fucking bitch," Anna snarled. "This is her goddamn revenge!"
Elsa obviously didn't hear her but she had given Anna a quick glance to see her girlfriend doubled over in shock, pounding her chest with her fist.
Mission accomplished, Elsa thought snidely.
"Well, now that's out of the way," Elsa said, laughing herself. "How about we play a few more for you?"
"The cold never bothered me anyway," Elsa finished, the stage going dark at once and the fans screamed out in approval.
The band went side stage, elated smiles on their faces as they approached Kristoff and Anna. The redhead's eyes were bright and angry as they landed on Elsa, who gave her an innocent shrug.
"Revenge, baby," Elsa said.
Anna marched over and grabbed Elsa by the collar of her shirt, making the older girl slip out of her cool demeanor for a second.
"You suck," Anna growled before promptly shoving her lips onto Elsa's.
As the two got rather involved with one another, Kristoff giving the guys towels and water, congratulating them on a successful performance. They were chatting idly and about to head to the dressing rooms but the sounds of the crowd made Sitron pause. He tapped Olaf on the shoulder, who grabbed Marshmallow's attention.
"What?" the drummer asked, giving Sitron a curious expression.
"Listen," Sitron breathed. "Elsa, stop devouring your girlfriend and listen!"
Elsa and Anna pulled away, blinking at the bassist. He nodded at the stage and everyone strained their ears. A rousing chant of "Dry Ice" was rising up from the fans, hands clapping in unison. The band exchanged astonished looks and Elsa stepped towards the stage.
"Do… do they want an encore?" she said slowly.
"Sounds like it," Anna said.
"How can we be sure?" Olaf wondered.
"Like this," Elsa said, carefully striding back onto stage with her band behind her. "Did you guys want more of us?" she said into the mic, earning a humungous amount of cries from the fans.
"Looks like it's an encore!" Olaf said giddily, running over to his guitar.
The other two took that as a cue to get to their instruments. Elsa turned to Olaf with an uncertain smile.
"We didn't rehearse this," she said to him.
"Who needs rehearsal? The best stuff comes from raw emotion. How 'bout this song to start?"
Olaf let his fingers fly over the strings and play the intro to Sweet Child O' Mine and the crowd went wild. Sitron fell into place when it was appropriate, followed by Marshmallow. Elsa got into the groove at once and everybody clapped along as she sang out.
Side stage, Anna and Kristoff were dancing goofily in celebration of the band's success of an encore. Sven was cranking up several lights and special effects from the tech table, swaying to the song.
They ended up performing six more unrehearsed, unexpected songs and killed it. Elsa was on such a natural high that she was the last to leave the stage. Her arms were extended and she was letting the ear-splitting applause surround her. She gave a final bow before wobbling backstage and falling into Anna's arms where she actually broke down crying.
"I've never gotten an encore before," she croaked.
Anna was genuinely surprised by that. "Really? I would've thought you've gotten tons."
"No… never," Elsa said, burying her face deeper into Anna's shoulder. "This was so… I don't even know what to say."
Anna kissed Elsa's neck sweetly. "I know what to say," she said. "I'm proud of you. So very proud of you."
That seemed to do it because Elsa clutched Anna closer to her and didn't let go for a solid five minutes, her body was quivering with so much astonishment and joy, tears staining Anna's jacket. Anna responded by hugging Elsa tightly, kissing her genially over and over again until Elsa revealed her face and kissed Anna fully.
"Sorry about the moaning," she said as she pulled back.
Anna snorted. "It's alright! It was funny. I was just… it was shocking." She kissed Elsa's nose. "Your own form of revenge when you know we're not in a complete sexual relationship yet."
"Not counting that one time?"
"Nope. But that's beside the point," Anna said, wrapping her arm around Elsa's waist, the blonde automatically draping an arm across her shoulders. "We have an encore to celebrate! It's time we catch one of those parties."
"Actually, I had something else in mind," Elsa said. "I'd prefer to celebrate tomorrow… at breakfast. Just you and me on a proper date."
"A date date?" Anna said, beaming.
Elsa snickered. "Yeah. A date date."
"Sounds great. I suppose you're pretty beat, huh?"
The two exited the theatre and started to head towards the bus where Oaken had the keys to the hotel rooms, the boys going out for the night. Elsa was stopped a few times by fans and she signed autographs, took selfies with some, and gave out a few hugs just because she was in such an elated mood. Anna wasn't noticed by the fans but she didn't mind. She knew everyone was focused on Elsa, not her.
After they collected the key and some clothes for the night and the next day, they walked together to the hotel where they happily shared a room together. As Elsa was in the restroom brushing her teeth, Anna was sitting on her side of the bed, texting Rapunzel.
Anna: I have news
Rapunzel: Oooooooh do tell
Anna: youre gonna laugh
Rapunzel: am not
Anna paused her fingers from punching in the response and she glanced at Elsa, the door open and showing off the punk who was now flossing.
"Hey, Els," Anna said.
"Ah-huh?" Elsa replied, her mouth wide open as she worked on her pearly whites.
"Can we freak someone out?"
"Who 'id you 'ave i' mi'?" Elsa managed to ask.
"My cousin. Rapunzel," Anna said with a snide smile. "The one who dragged me to your concert in the first place. She'd be really freaked out if she knew we were dating."
Elsa removed the floss. "Fucking go for it!"
Anna pressed contact, then FaceTime. After three beats, Rapunzel picked up, looking very suspicious.
"Okay, what's up?" she demanded. "You've been very cryptic for the past three minutes."
"It's just something that's better said than texted," Anna said innocently.
"Did you kill someone?"
"Yes, Rapunzel. I murdered somebody in cold blood and decided to tell you about it over FaceTime like it's no big deal."
"Don't be a smart-ass. What's really up?"
On cue, Elsa slid beside Anna and pecked her on the cheek before grinning down at the phone holding the image of the brunette.
"Hey, Rapunzel," she said calmly. "Good to see you again."
The girl stared at the couple in complete astonishment before promptly hanging up the call, making the two girls convulse into laughter.
I do hope this was better than the last chapter. The breakfast date will be during the next one. I might skip ahead a few stops to get them to Rapid City so the real fun can begin.
What do you think? Which would you prefer? More slow burn or getting to the fun?
The Elsa moaning was actually inspired by Idina Menzel during the Vagina Monologues (yes that's a thing if you didn't know) sent to me by my friend who goes by Chibiandbasil on this site. So thanks, girl! I owe you one.
Anyway, thanks for the love and support. And thanks for sticking with me through the spotty updates this month. In the new year, more will appear, I promise. Just know that the holidays suck for writers and I and tot squeeze in two chapters for Elsa and Anna and a chapter for Sun Kissed so… yeah.
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