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Really dorky, dumb, NSFW content in the beginning so if you don't like, don't read.

It was the last performance of their Lincoln, Nebraska stop, Elsa singing her head off with new-found confidence. Since the off-key Memphis dilemma, the only bad thing that occurred was the back-lash of Dry Ice haters. But now Elsa was back with a powerful voice and was killing it on stage. The crowd was going crazy and Anna could have sworn she picked out a few girls passing out in the audience but she convinced herself her mind was playing tricks on her.

Anna was rather tired and wanted to go to the hotel. But not to sleep, exactly. No, she wanted Elsa. She wanted to get her under the sheets again. She was tired of the swear off of sex and wanted to talk to Elsa about it. They were dating and they had already passed the boundaries of waiting anyway.

And since their breakfast date, they had been on several smaller ones. They got ice cream on a pit-stop, had lunch at a Mexican restaurant that wasn't Taco Bell, and cuddled while watching a movie in Elsa's room with a bowl of popcorn between them. They even took a break from one another for a while, Anna secluded her room while she studied and Elsa out with the boys, fooling around and playing some video games.

But Anna was really getting antsy. She had tried to drop hints but Elsa was either making her wait or was too daft not to get them. So the redhead knew she had to be upfront about it and tell it to her face.

"Hey, Kristoff," Anna said into the headset's mic, only heard by the blonde and Sven.

"What's up?" replied Kristoff, his voice in her right ear.

"How do you tell someone straight up you wanna have sex?"

Sven snorted and Kristoff choked back a laugh, a stagehand nearby overhearing Anna's words sending her a strange look.

"Uhm, why?" Kristoff said, trying to remain serious up on the catwalks.

"Because…" Anna cast a dangerous glance at the eavesdropping stagehand and he walked away quickly. "Because I think Elsa is too stupid to figure it out."

"Well, I usually tell the girl," Kristoff said casually. "With her consent, of course. I don't go up to random strangers and say, 'hey, let's fuck' and if she says no, I'm not gonna force her. I back off. I use finesse and get to know the person—"

"Kris, I think she's talking about when you're in an actual relationship," Sven said from the tech table, focusing a light on Olaf.

"Oh, right."

Anna rolled her eyes. "Just forget it."

"No, no, I can understand your plight, kid," Kristoff said. He had learned her pet name quickly and started calling her that along with everyone else. "I would just tell her. It's not a big deal that you want to have sex with your significant other. It's a form of expression. A form of love."

"Elsa and I aren't in love," Anna said, cracking open a can of Coke she swiped from the concessions. "We're dating. Dating doesn't equal love. We like one another, though."

"The point is, it's a way to express affection and I don't think Elsa is the kind of person to laugh at someone for saying they want to have sex," Kristoff said.

"I concur. Show's almost over, Anna. It's a pretty successful one, too," Sven said. "Maybe show her a good time in rewards to her doing a good job."

Anna made a noise that indicated she understood what they meant.

It was the next best excuse to want to grab Elsa and kiss her breathless, wedge the leather pants she was currently wearing off her legs, and pull her blue tank top over her head.

With a determination to get Elsa in bed, Anna waited until the show was over. She watched with pride as Elsa successfully pulled off the last note of "Let It Go," her voice carrying through the auditorium like a siren to sailors, making every last one of her fans fall for her over and over again.

"Good night, Lincoln!" Elsa boomed into the mic, earning praises from the worshipers before bounding backstage.

Anna smiled as Elsa reached her, going in to kiss Anna.

"Good show, baby," the redhead cooed just as a grinning Elsa pressed her lips against hers.

"Thanks, kid," Elsa said, pulling back. "Gimme a minute, I have a few fans to see with backstage passes but I'll meet you at the hotel, alright? I got a surprise for you."

Me too, Anna thought. "Okay. See you then."

With another quick kiss, Elsa met up with her bandmates and they went together to greet the fans, Oaken at their heels.

"It's a sure thing, guys," Anna said into the headset. "I'm gonna do it."

"Good luck," Kristoff said.

"Use protection," Sven joked.

Anna removed the headset and turned it off, put it by the Dry Ice equipment where she knew Kristoff would find it. Then she made the long walk back to the hotel with ideas of how to seduce Elsa running through her mind.

Idea one was to wait naked on the bed in a rather sexual pose, casting the bedroom eyes over at Elsa as she walked in. Idea two was to make an excuse to use the restroom and then come out with nothing but her panties. Idea three, the least ridiculous of them, was to kiss Elsa until her hands started to wander.

Unfortunately, Anna didn't have the courage to do the first two ideas so she decided on the final idea. She was changing into her pajamas when Elsa came into the hotel room, taking off her gloves and tossing them on the table set where Anna had left her own pair.

"You in here, kid?" Elsa called.

"The bathroom," Anna said, poking her head out and waving. "What's the surprise?"

"First of all, I want to ask you a question."

"Shoot."

"Are you through with the swear off sex thing yet? Because I'm starting to hate it," Elsa said impatiently, kicking off her boots.

"I was actually going to suggest it tonight," Anna said shyly.

"Were you really?" The blonde's mouth upturned in a smile. "Well, that makes the surprise a whole lot better."

"What is it?" Anna asked excitedly, bouncing out of the bathroom in her pajamas.

"Ah, well, it wouldn't be a surprise," Elsa reasoned, tucking a strand of hair behind Anna's ear. "Why don't you slip out of those clothes and get into bed? I'll be a few seconds."

"Ooh, no strip teases?" Anna giggled.

"No, not exactly. What I have in mind kind of requires immediate attention," Elsa said huskily, bending down and kissing the shell of Anna's ear, knowing full well that they were very sensitive.

The roadie shivered. "Does it?"

"Mhm." Bare hands caressed the back of Anna's neck. "I'll be right out."

"Sounds good."

With a short kiss, Elsa retreated into the restroom and shut the door. Anna bit her lip, containing a grin, and tossed her shirt over her head, her sleeping shorts and underwear following. She crawled under the covers and waited in anticipation for what Elsa had in store for her.

Frankly, Anna didn't care what it was. She had experience with all sorts of things before. Toys, role-play, and the occasional lap dance to get things going. But Elsa didn't seem to be prepared for any of those other than the last one. Anna was in bed, not in a chair, so it couldn't have been that.

"You'll have to forgive me," Elsa called. "My voice is still a little strained from tonight."

Anna's brows furrowed in confusion. What did her voice have anything to do with sex besides, well, moaning?

"It's okay?" Anna said with uncertainty.

"And a cappella… well, I think I'm a bit better with music behind me but you can be the judge of that."

Now Anna was baffled. What in the hell was Elsa planning?

"You ready?" Elsa asked.

"I think so."

"Turn down the lamp lights. Set the mood."

Anna reached over and twisted the lamp lights to the left until they cast a gentle glow around the room.

"Okay…"

Elsa stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but her boxer shorts and low-cut tank top that made Anna's eyes zero onto her cleavage. The ginger flushed and gave Elsa's body quite the once over, teal orbs grazing over every curve that the pale skin of the punk had to offer.

"I thought you said no strip teases," Anna said, her voice a higher pitch than usual.

"Not from you." Elsa removed her tank top and Anna was pretty sure her heart either stopped or it was beating so fast she couldn't feel it anymore. "Enjoying the view?"

Anna nodded numbly, softly. She didn't wanted her gaze to shift from the blonde goddess in front of her.

Elsa asked again, "You ready?"

Growing impatient, "What are you even doing?"

"Relax, baby. And listen." Elsa held up a hand, directing it at Anna. And suddenly, her voice, singing solo, floated out of her luscious lips. A song Anna knew too well filled the room, "Lay where you're laying… don't make a sound…"

Holy fuck she's serenading me Sex on Fire, Anna realized, eyes widening. My sex song.

It was a private show just for Anna to hear and to see. As she kept singing, Elsa inched closer to the bed. The redhead could feel her body get warmer as eye contact was never broken, icy irises boring into her and lighting her skin on fire.

The night was definitely not turning out the way she had imagined. She had no idea Elsa had this kind of foreplay in mind.

As soon as the punk reached the chorus, she was crawling across the bed slowly, hungrily. Anna wanted to bring her close and kiss her already but she was too petrified in shock and arousal to do anything about it.

Somehow during her trail to Anna, the shorts had been discarded and a cool hand was pressed against Anna's cheek. She took a moment to kiss her jaw, then cheekbone, then lips before singing again. The other hand curled around the blankets and she threw them back, exposing Anna's body but she didn't dare drop the eye contact.

"The soft lips are open, Them knuckles are pale," Elsa sang, straddling a heavily breathing Anna. "It feels like you're dying—" She pressed a lingering kiss to Anna's lips and began to kiss down Anna's neck, earning a few thankful groans from the redhead. "—you're dying… And you… your sex is on fire." With each pause between lyrics, she kissed Anna's quivering body, stopping at her chest to give them special attention.

Her lips were so playful against Anna's freckled skin, taking one nipple into her mouth and teasing it.

"Ah!" Anna cried, her eyes pinching closed. "Elsa." Her hands ran through the hair that Elsa had let down for once, grabbing at it in a way to keep herself grounded.

The punk's voice was starting to be drowned out by the rushing sounds in Anna's ears. Her whole body was igniting and Elsa's cold touch felt like ice sizzling against her. She knew Elsa was singing still as she continued to tease and feel Anna's stomach with her mouth.

Eventually, Elsa made her way back up to Anna's face and kissed her deeply, her right hand lingering near sodden folds. She positioned herself so she was lying side-by-side with Anna, her left hand at the back of Anna's neck, massaging it and keeping her steady.

"You sure you're ready to do this again so soon?" Elsa breathed.

"Elsa, you had me as soon as you started singing," Anna panted. "And as ridiculous as it was, it's incredibly fucking hot."

A playful chuckle erupted from Elsa's throat. "Alright. Sit back and enjoy the ride. If I hurt you at all, let me know and I'll stop." She pressed a gentle kiss against Anna's neck. "Okay?"

Words were failing Anna the longer Elsa's fingers danced by her warmth. "Mhm."

"Do you want me to keep singing?"

"I don't care."

Deciding that Anna was already entrapped in her embrace and ready for some well-deserved affection, Elsa didn't finish the song. Perhaps another time they'd actually play the song but she had gotten Anna excited enough.

One finger slid inside Anna's entrance carefully, her thumb tracing her clit. The redhead's breath hitched, eyes still closed in bliss. Elsa's lips trailed kisses along Anna's chest and jaw, listening to the sound of her ragged breathing and thriving in it.

She slipped another finger in, exploring the insides and quickly locating Anna's G-spot, curling her fingers against it.

"Ng! Ahh," Anna groaned, her hips bucking against Elsa's hand. "Slower, slower, please."

Elsa complied, letting her thumb roll smoothly over the tiny bundle of nerves. Her scars were heavenly to the roadie, creating a friction she didn't think was possible. And Elsa was being so patient and caring towards her body, giving Anna all the time she needed to relax into it.

"Elsa… ah—" Anna's jaw clenched, wriggling on the bed, a sheen of sweat breaking out on her forehead.

Scarred fingers curled again, just enough to give Anna the searing hot pleasure she needed. Elsa kissed her, mouths opening and engaging in a heated make-out session, Anna managing to gain control of her hands and wrap them around her girlfriend's neck.

As Elsa kept going, Anna needs spiraled upwards and she started to thrust against her hand.

"N-now… more," was all Anna could manage as instruction, pulling her head away from the steaming kisses so she could breathe.

Eager to please, Elsa's thumb grazed along the slickness to apply more pressure to the bud, the sensation driving Anna mad. Her fingers pressed against her sweet spot, Anna's moans becoming louder and more high-pitched the closer she got to the edge.

With one last swirl of her thumb and press of her digits, Anna became undone, crying out Elsa's name with wicked delight, extraordinarily satisfied with the results of the evening.

The punk released her fingers and shamelessly rid them of the wetness with her mouth, watching Anna come down from her high, a blissful smile on her face.

"Wow," Anna gasped, the heel of her hand on her forehead. "Just… wow."

"You'll be speechless after oral with me," Elsa bragged playfully, kissing Anna's cheek. "But you look a bit too exhausted for that."

"Wait, what about you?"

Elsa shook her head. "I'm just fine. Frankly I wanted to give you a good time because you've been the best damn girlfriend I could ask for."

Anna's toes were curling and uncurling, riding out an aftershock.

"Spectacular," Anna sighed, closing her eyes and sinking into the pillow, Elsa reaching down and pulling the blankets over them. "Truly, you have a gift."

"You're hilarious," Elsa grinned, snuggling beneath the sheets.

"What gave you the inspiration to sing?" Anna giggled, scooting into Elsa's space, getting embraced and pulled nearer in the process by the blonde.

"I wanted to try something new." Elsa kissed her forehead. "Did you enjoy it?"

"It was dumb… but yes, I did."

The bus ride to Rapid City was rather lively in Anna's opinion. It was the rowdiest it had ever been. Now that it was basically jam-packed with boys, they had to be entertained with a game around the clock, the five switching turns in Super Smash Bros, Anna and Elsa watching from the booth.

The roadie was on her laptop, casually scrolling through her Tumblr, eyes occasionally glancing up at her friends whenever some argument occurred. Elsa was next to her, drinking a Pepsi with one hand, her other arm thrown over Anna's shoulders, a curious eye on her girlfriend's laptop.

"Kristoff!" Elsa said loudly as said roadie slid into the booth across from them. "Poor luck, my friend. Perhaps next time you can best Sitron in a game of the Smash."

"I picked Ness… As good as some people are with him, I'm not exactly the best," Kristoff sighed.

Anna made a "sad-trumpet" noise before lapsing into giggles, clicking on a post, liking it. Kristoff sent her a long look before addressing Elsa.

"So, you prepared for the event?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah, that thing… about it, is it formal?" Elsa said, lifting a brow.

"Well, it's a charity ball, of sorts. So, yeah, it's gonna be formal."

"Then that means we have some shopping to do. None of us have formal attire." Elsa nodded at the four boys still playing the game. "And finding suits for those monkeys isn't exactly the easiest."

"That will be taken care of by my granddad, no worries," Kristoff assured her with a smile.

"Ooh, I get to see Elsa in a dress!" Anna cheered. "That'll be new."

Elsa shook her head, looking repulsed with the very idea. "No, I'm getting a suit."

"Wait, what?"

"There is no way in hell I'm going to be on stage in a dress. I hate dresses."

"Els, you wear skirts," Anna reminded her in a deadpan. "Skirts and fishnets sometimes."

"That's a different story. And most of the time I wear boxer shorts, you know that." Elsa put down her Pepsi so she could stretch. "Regardless, I fully intend on wearing a suit."

"Why?"

"I just feel more comfortable. Plus in a suit, I have more confidence to roll my hips without flashing a formal audience with my underpants, whether they'd be boxers or panties that night."

Anna appeared disappointed. "Will I ever see you in a dress?"

"Maybe. A skirt is all you got for now, cutie pie."

"We have a great little tailor shop in Rapid City," Kristoff said excitedly. "Called the Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique. The lady there makes the best suits and dresses I've ever seen."

"You're very enthusiastic about that," Elsa teased.

"It's 'cause he got laid wearing one of the suits she made for him for prom!" Sven said loudly, earning a rousing bout of laughter from everyone present, Kristoff flushing.

"Anyway," Kristoff said forcefully through the giggling of the girls. "It'll be the best place to get you guys formal attire to match your personalities to a T."

"Sounds great," Elsa said. "I assume songs that are more heartfelt and appropriate would be performed?"

"Yeah, nothing like 'Sex on Fire' or something like that," Kristoff chuckled.

Anna's face suddenly enveloped itself in a sheet of red. She busied herself with the sleeve of her jacket as if it were the most interesting thing in the world as Elsa smiled, pressing her lips together so she wouldn't break out into a full-fledged grin. Kristoff watched them curiously but didn't say anything.

"Uh… so, yeah. Stick to maybe some classic rock and soft alternative," he suggested. "Have you covered Lorde yet?"

"No, not yet," Elsa said, perking up. "But I think I can pull her off okay."

"You probably can," he encouraged. "I look forward to listening to the sets."

"Don't you worry. The boys and I will deliver some great music for all to enjoy."

"I have complete faith you."

Anna woke up the next morning with the sounds of loud talking from the front room. Her face was buried in the crook of Elsa's neck, the bedroom around them dark and cold, but the sheets hugging their bare bodies were warm. The bus didn't seem to be moving so she deduced that they had arrived in Rapid City bright and early.

"Elsa," Anna muttered, prodding her girlfriend's stomach with a finger. "Wake up."

A grunt followed, the punk not very keen on getting up just yet.

"C'mon, we're here," Anna said impatiently, removing herself from the comfort of pale arms so she could sit up.

"Five more minutes," Elsa replied drowsily, turning over and planting her face into her pillow defiantly.

"No, we're getting fitted today. You have to get up, lazy-ass."

Her response was a light snore, the blonde already dwindling back into dreamland. Anna rolled her eyes and picked up her own pillow, smacking Elsa in the back of the head, promptly waking her up.

"Fine," Elsa growled, sitting up slowly.

Anna got out of bed and stretched, Elsa's icy eyes wandering over her curves with a shy smile, watching Anna search for their clothes.

"It's not fair," Elsa cooed, climbing out of bed after her.

"What isn't fair? Getting up this early?" Anna flashed her a grin over her shoulder. "I know, I know. The morning is evil."

"No, not that." The punk's bare hand grabbed Anna by the shoulder and turned her around so she could hold her for another moment before they braved the world outside. "You're far too beautiful for the likes of me."

Anna giggled as her face was peppered with kisses. "I don't think that's true. I pale in comparison to you. To your fans."

"Because you're my number one fan. Nobody can compare to you."

"You're being awfully cutesy this morning."

"I'm still swimming in the euphoria of having sex with you whenever we please… in the best way. Not that I'm a horn dog, I just like making you feel good."

"You're ridiculous." Anna pecked her lips. "But I getcha. Now help me find my underpants. I dunno where you threw them."

When all articles of clothing were found, Anna sneaked back into her bedroom, gathered fresh ones, and headed into the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. She and Elsa switched shortly, Anna meeting up with the boys outside.

Oaken had parked right in front of a large office building that was covered in polished windows, going up at lest twenty stories tall. Kristoff was talking into a call box by the front door, the band loafing around and waiting patiently for entry inside for the doors were locked to anyone who didn't actually work inside. Elsa came out ten minutes later just as the doors unlocked for them to enter.

"Shall we?" Kristoff said, inclining his head to the open glass door. "Pabbie is waiting for us."

"We're meeting with him already?" Anna asked, surprised.

"Yeah. Then we're getting fitted," Elsa said, draping an arm around her shoulders.

"God, Anna, you're our roadie, you should know this stuff," Sitron teased.

"I don't know everything," Anna retorted, glaring at him.

"C'mon, Anna!" Olaf giggled. "Pick up the pace."

"Yeah, Anna!" Elsa added.

"Ugh, why me?" the roadie groaned as the group filed into the lobby. "Why me?"

"Poor kid," Marshmallow chuckled, patting her on the head.

"I'm harassed left and right," Anna whined. "It's not fair."

"Suck it up," Sitron barked.

"You're an asshole," she snapped, pursing her lips at him. "Elsa, I don't like how Sitron is talking to me. Do something about it."

With a playful smirk, Elsa moved away from Anna— everyone present watching as they waited for the elevator— and shoved Sitron into the wall, turning him around and wrenching his wrist behind him painfully.

"Say 'uncle,'" Elsa growled, still smirking.

"Ah! Fuck!" Sitron cried. "Elsa, what the hell!?"

She twisted his wrist slightly and he yelled out.

"Fucking fine! Uncle!" he shouted.

"Don't piss off Anna… duly noted," Kristoff said.

"I already have experience with that one," Sven muttered.

"It's not fair that the most terrifying girls are dating each other," Sitron whined, rubbing his smarting wrist. "Nobody is safe."

Both of them stuck their tongues out at him as they piled into the large elevator. Kristoff pressed the twenty-fourth floor and the machine shuttered, ascending up to the office of Pabbie Bjorgman.

"Okay, boys," Elsa said, her voice changing into one of queen-like elegance. "Business faces on. We're here for the band, not to goof around like usual. When you see an opening to talk, do so."

"Right," Olaf nodded.

"We're already set on the amp sponsor, though," Sitron said, scrunching his brows.

"We need to be professional for once," Elsa reminded him. "Remember, even though we knew Westerguard Amps would take us we still acted like model citizens."

"They screwed us over," Marshmallow said lowly.

"No. Hans screwed us all over," Elsa said bitterly.

"You broke up with him and fired him," Sitron replied. "You screwed us over."

"I swear to god," Elsa snarled at him.

He immediately raised his hands in surrender, not very keen on having her twist his other wrist or possibly harm him in another part of the body with her shifting boot.

The doors slid open on the designated floor and everyone shuffled out, following Kristoff and Sven over to a reception desk where a woman was typing on a computer with another peering over her shoulder and mumbling something in her ear about what they were seeing.

"Hello, Ma," Kristoff said.

The one standing behind the receptionist looked up at them and her face brightened.

"Kristoff!" she squealed, rounding the desk and throwing her dark skinned arms around her son. "I was wondering when you'd show your face. And Svenniekins!"

Sven colored as his mother enveloped him in an equally strong hug that his brother had received prior.

"Please stop calling me that," he begged weakly.

"You're not Kristoffiekins?" Anna whispered to the burly blonde.

"Ah, no my name is too complicated for a cutesy nickname. I'm usually just Kris," he replied, winking at her.

"Lucky you," Elsa added.

The woman released Sven— who rubbed his neck in pain— and she shook hands with everyone else present.

"Sorry about all that, dears," she gushed. "It's been a while since I've seen my boys. My name is Bulda Bjorgman and my father runs the company."

"It's nice to meet you," Elsa said pleasantly, shaking Bulda's hand last. "I'm Elsa."

"Yes, of course I know who you are," Bulda said, nodding her head wisely. "Our newest client who will be playing at the benefit tomorrow night. It'll be wonderful."

"I fully intend on making it so," Elsa grinned.

"Good, good. Now, Kris, go and find your father. He's most likely in the break room. I'm going to alert the head honcho that you've arrived."

Bulda shooed her blonde son towards the break room and he jogged over quickly, Sven following after his mother who was speaking a mile a minute with excitement. She left the remaining five standing in front of the reception desk to wait for them to be invited into the office of Pabbie.

"So… what exactly are you guys gonna do?" Anna asked.

"Well, we're gonna go in there, have our meeting, sign the official contract… and… yeah," Olaf said, scratching the back of his head. "He'll probably fax it over to Kai for him to sign or somethin'."

"You don't have to come inside," Elsa told her. "It'll be boring business stuff."

"Are you sure?" Anna said.

"Yeah, don't worry about it, kid," Sitron said. "We'll be in and out."

"Then we'll go and get ourselves fitted," Marshmallow added.

"I'll even take you out for lunch later," Elsa said quietly into Anna's ear. "If you'd like."

Anna smiled and turned her head to give her a quick kiss. "I'd love to."

The meeting with Pabbie went swimmingly, in Elsa's opinion. He even insisted on meeting the whole crew and so Anna, Kristoff, Sven, and Oaken— who had to come up from the bus— went inside to see him. Pabbie was an older man with dark skin just like his daughter. He, of course, knew Kristoff and Sven already so he greeted Oaken and Anna with kindness by giving them warm handshakes with a tender smile on his face.

He told them all he was happy to have such a competent team on board, giving them all his best wishes and thanks for keeping Dry Ice afloat.

With promises to contact Kai and deliver the news of the meeting, he sent them on their way to get fitted courtesy of the company. All would be paid for.

Elsa was relatively relaxed on the complimentary limo drive to the shop, kicking up her feet with her fingers intertwined with Anna's as they watched the boys goof off with the perks of the luxury car.

"You seem happy," Anna mentioned.

"Well, our next official concert isn't until we reach Minneapolis and then we cut through Wisconsin and head into good ol' Chicago for the next sets." Elsa smiled lazily. "I can relax for a change without worrying about rehearsal and such. It'll be nice."

"Have to thought about… maybe seeing your mom when we go into Wisconsin?" Anna asked cautiously.

"Yeah, I've thought about it. But I dunno if I will."

"I think you should. I'd be right by your side the entire time."

Elsa met her gaze. "I know you will."

When the limo came to a gentle stop, they waited until the driver opened the door for them. The group exited onto the sidewalk to be greeted with the smallest dress shop they had ever seen.

"Quaint," Anna said. "I like it!"

"This is the place?" Olaf said to Kristoff.

"Yup. The owner is like your own personal fairy godmother, making you feel your handsomest or most beautiful," Kristoff answered with a firm nod.

"You apparently get laid on prom night, too," Elsa laughed, exchanging a high-five with Sven.

Kristoff rolled his eyes as he pulled open the doors.

The smell of fabric and clean carpet greeted them. Several racks were lined with custom made dresses and suits. Dressing rooms were shoved near the back and large six-paneled mirror was set up in a corner with a little platform in the center, benches settled around the area for others to wait. Along there walls were painted silhouettes of mice running around with spools of string and pieces of fabric, giving the place a fairy tale vibe.

An elderly woman poked her head out of an office and smiled at the sight of new customers.

"Hello, dearies," she cooed, rushing over to them. "Oh, and Kristoff! Welcome back, welcome back!"

"Hello, Breena," Kristoff said, waving politely. "My grandfather is hosting a benefit tomorrow evening and our guests are in need of some formal wear."

"I see! Well, there isn't a gown or suit I can't conjure in time," Breena said, putting on a pair of half-moon spectacles and going over to the waiting band. "Let's see… four suits and two dresses?"

"Actually five suits," Elsa piped up. "I'd rather match my band."

"Oh, that can work just fine," Breena said, humming and taking Elsa's hand to examine the length of her arm. "Let's see… who shall I start with?"

"Start with Anna," Olaf offered, poking a finger at the redhead. "She's the only one who's gonna wear a dress."

"I thought that was you," Sitron grinned slyly.

"Hey, I would rock in a dress," Olaf defended. "You're just jealous 'cause you don't have the body for one."

Sitron scoffed as the others laughed.

"Alright, come with me, dear," Breena said, taking Anna by the hand. "Let's get you measured."

Anna was whisked away to get herself fitted, a gleeful smile on her face.

Time ticked by as the rest of the group waited, browsing through the items on display, Elsa playing Olaf and Marshmallow in a few rounds of arm wrestling. Just as Kristoff challenged her to a game, Breena stepped out of a fitting room with pride in her eyes.

"I think this is some of my best work on a dress so simple. I used a base line, made a few snips here and there. Oh, she looks lovely," she said. "Miss Anna, if you would?"

Anna timidly, shyly, inched out of the room. Her dress was simple, yes, but incredibly her style. It was a deep olive green color with a queen Anne neckline. The fabric fell just above her knees, flourishing out with gentle folds. Breena requested Anna give a turn and she did so, showing off the dip in the back showing off the freckles usually hidden away to the world except— more recently— to Elsa.

Speaking of which, the blonde was stunned with an affectionate smile on her face. Anna really did look lovely. And her hair was down like it usually was but it blended perfectly with the color of her dress, the curls bouncing on her shoulders.

"Wow," Olaf gasped.

"Anna, you look hot," Sitron nodded in approval.

She glared at him but he was actually appearing sincere.

"I'm serious," he said, raising his brows.

"It's a great dress for her," Kristoff approved. "Was this originally designed by you, Breena?"

"Yes, but she has such a perfect body I thought it was a shame to hide it away in some empire dress, floor length." Breena shooed away the thought as if it offended her to see Anna in such a dress.

"I like it," Anna said. "I like it a lot."

"I think you look gorgeous," Elsa said, finally gathering some words to put into a sentence.

Anna blushed deep red from the sincerity of Elsa's voice.

"You do?" she asked quietly.

"I do."

"Me next!" Olaf shouted, breaking the moment… again.

Breena laughed. "Alright, let's see what we can find you with some mixing and matching!"

After browsing through the available resources, they picked out a well put together outfit for him, Olaf rushing into the dressing room to change. He came out looking very spiffy in a white, long sleeved collared shirt and dark brown tie matched with dark brown pants and a dark orange, button up vest. He had rolled up the sleeves and tucked the tie inside the vest.

Olaf spread his wings and gave a turn like Anna did but his smile was cheeky, not shy.

"You look like a formal snowman," Sven laughed.

"It suits him, then," Anna applauded.

Sitron was up next, the bassist being fitted into a generic tan sports blazer, white collared shirt, and black dress pants. He claimed he was easier to please and he also liked how the blazer had a horseshoe on the left pocket to stand for the original creator of the jacket.

Marshmallow was suited in a white tuxedo with black trimming and a black bow tie. He and his brother exchanged fist bumps when Kristoff referred them as the abominable snow brothers.

Finally it was Elsa's turn to get fitted— Kristoff and Sven already having outfits for the event. Anna was rather excited to see Elsa in a suit. It was going to be a newer outfit, definitely. The gloves were all on the guys, to Anna's relief, so that meant Elsa wouldn't have to go barehanded in her outfit.

Breena came out after thirty minutes, removing a few pins from between her lips.

"I've only had one other girl come in asking for a suit so I had to do some serious tweaking to this last one. But I can say for certain there is not finer suit for Miss Elsa," she said.

"Come out, Els!" Sitron encouraged.

"Yeah, let's see!" Olaf added.

Elsa strode out with her hands in her dress pants pockets. She was wearing a classic, black and white three-piece suit with a dark blue tie. But like Olaf, the sleeves were rolled up and tucked neatly just above her elbows. The vest and shirt hugged her curves flawlessly, the jacket causally pushed back by her forearms to show them off.

"Whoa," Kristoff said, brows raised high.

"Suits on chicks are probably the most attractive thing ever," gaped Sven.

"Thanks," Elsa said with slight uncertainty. "But I'm not into the whole—" She took a hand out and wagged a finger up and down at Sven. "—guy thing."

"No, I know that," he said with a grin.

"You rock that suit, Elsa!" Olaf cheered.

"It really suits you," Sitron said, looking around at the group for a laugh. When nobody did, he pouted and shoved his hands into his pockets moodily. "That was funny, you guys have zero taste in comedy."

Elsa rolled her eyes before looking to Anna for her approval. But she pulled a double take at the expression the girl wore. Her face was deadpan but her eyes were wide, unblinking.

"Anna?" Elsa said slowly. "You okay?" The redhead didn't respond, still staring at Elsa with wonderment and flushed cheeks. "Yo!" She snapped her fingers under her freckled nose, promptly breaking Anna out of her stupor.

"What?" Anna stammered, blinking up at Elsa.

"You like the suit, I'm guessing?" Elsa grinned down at her.

Anna swallowed, her face continuing to strengthen in color. "Uh… yeah." She jumped to her feet. "Excuse me!"

Everyone watched in confusion— Elsa in slight smugness— as Anna made a beeline to the restroom. Once inside in the cool interior, Anna let out a shuddering sigh, breathing shallowly.

There was no doubt about it: Elsa looked incredibly sexy in a suit without even trying. And it was an extreme turn on for Anna.

She wobbled over to the sink and splashed some water in her face, trying to calm her raging hormones.

"Chill out," she told herself. "Now that you're sexually active again, it's a no wonder that you're a bit needy. And seeing your girlfriend in something so… so wow is something natural to be aroused by right?" She looked into her own eyes staring back at her through the mirror, realizing how flushed her face was. "R-right…"

Someone knocked on the door, startling her.

"You okay, kid?" came Elsa's voice.

"Yes!" Anna squeaked. "Uhm, just fine."

"Well, when you're done take off the dress."

"W-what!?"

"Yeah, she's gonna wrap it up so we can take them."

"Oh… right."

The sound of Elsa's dress shoes left and she sighed in relief, trying to calm herself as the heat in her stomach started to settle. Hopefully once she got out, Elsa wouldn't be wearing the suit anymore and she would be able to hold off on looking at her in it until the event.

I'm saving the event for next time because I'm close to twenty pages on this one. Kinda my apology for being late yet again. And to be honest, I have no idea where Elsa singing to Anna as foreplay came from but… I did it anyway.

BUT! I have an announcement!

For those of you on tumblr, you may or may not already be following my RP blog for Scars!Elsa "itspunkelsamotherfucker." Well, now there is a Scars!Anna underneath the URL redheaded-klutz run by tumblr user guardianofthenorthmountain (who you should all go follow just FYI because she's absolutely awesome). Elsa and Anna interact all the time which reveals some extra behind the scenes fun. The most recent adventure was Anna eating some pot brownies by accident.

So…

But we were wondering if there are any of you on tumblr who would like to Role-Play as Olaf, Sitron, Marshmallow, Kristoff, or Sven with us so we can have an even more interactive group. If anyone is interested, feel free to PM me on here or ask on tumblr. Link to my tumblr is on my profile.

Oh, and to the cute guest who thought I should "shut the fuck up" about Idina Menzel, you needn't worry about me because you don't even know me. I hope you've stopped being a sadistic little shit :)

Hopefully I'll have an update for you next Sunday.

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