I've given this some thought. And I intend on continuing my stories on FFN until it is threatened or taken down. It was intimidating for all of us but let's try to push away the bad thoughts and focus on the unity of the fandom. I know I speak for everyone when I say we won't be knocked down. We're a community, stronger than any other. Things seemed to have settled down and the hiatus was just what I needed.

So, with that being said, I'm updating on both AO3 and FFN from here on out. Thank you all so much for supporting me. Please do continue to follow me on AO3 since that is my back-up profile. I appreciate it.

I don't want to hear a word about what happened in the reviews. Everything was a big misunderstanding, alright? A lot of us were confused and frightened but nothing too bad happened. Past is in the past. Let's move on from it.

I also might have the gang fuck around a few towns before they reach Wisconsin for some fun times. There will be a fun chapter, then a concert with some extra special fluff, and then… some drama.

So hang on! The fun is just beginning.

Anna was touching up the last of her make-up in the tiny bathroom of the bus. She was dressed up for the charity benefit, dolling herself up in a way she hadn't done in a while. It was as if she were going to prom again, although she didn't have to pay for tickets and actually had a date this time.

Speaking of her date, Elsa was going to be wearing that suit to the event. That damn suit that sent Anna's hormones flaring. Elsa just looked absolutely perfect in it… absolutely downright sexy, actually. Anna had been stunned into complete silence when Elsa stepped out of the dressing room. She had wanted to say something, wanted to tell her how incredible she appeared, wanted to rip those clothes to shred and take her right there.

"Fuck," she growled, shaking her head. "Knock it off."

"Anna, are you done yet?" Elsa called from the front room.

She's out there in that tux… awh dammit all to hell.

"Uhm, yes! I'm coming!"

Anna shoved her lipstick into her little wrist bag to reapply it later before scuttling out of the restroom to meet the band. She kept herself focused on Elsa's face since she didn't dare trust herself to look anywhere below her neckline.

"Okay!" Kristoff said cheerfully. "We have everybody. Let's get going!"

Again, the limousine came around to pick them up, giving them another luxury drive to the large benefit hall. It was at a very high-end country club complete with catering tables and a valet. It was the last place Anna expected Dry Ice to perform. She imagined them in their early days playing in sketchy dive bars or at some battle of the bands. But they were dropping their entire punk persona to dress up in fancy clothes and play some soft rock in order to raise money for charity.

And it was wonderful.

The last thing Anna expected, sure, but she was pleasantly surprised to know they would happily volunteer to play without getting a dime. She wondered if other bands might play throughout the night, giving Dry Ice time to relax and mingle with people.

Then it hit her, the folks inside weren't the type of people they usually talked to. The band hung around in bars and danced to ear-splitting music. Elsa used to make-out with random fans in the corner. Marshmallow didn't speak most of the time and was an instant wallflower. Sitron was a loudmouth. Olaf could possibly pull it off but his stories weren't very… appropriate for this crowd.

For once, Dry Ice was the odd one out in a party. No fans swarming them, no beers to chug, no body shots. Nothing.

It was a formal event.

"Elsa," she found herself saying as the limo neared the entrance, "what do you intend on doing during your breaks?"

"What do you mean?" Elsa replied, adjusting her shirt collar.

"Well, you guys aren't formal. No offense," she added quickly.

The punk merely laughed. "We can handle ourselves in a prim and proper environment. After all, my mom did raise me to be polite in situations such as this."

"Yeah, her mom was kind of a hardass," Sitron agreed.

"Don't be rude," Sven said, shooting a reproachful at the bassist.

"No, he's right," Olaf piped up, the limo coming to a stop. "Elsa's mom wasn't the most lenient woman in town."

"Really?" Kristoff voiced.

"Yeah, she really wasn't," Marshmallow said gravely.

"She had good qualities, sometimes," Olaf tacked on. "Like knitting and cooking and yelling… if you consider that a good quality."

"She taught be to be polite. As did my grandmother," Elsa said with a smile. "So, I think I can manage."

"What about those goofs?" Anna said, jabbing a finger at the other three band members.

"Hey!" Olaf shouted. "We can be proper!"

"Start by lowering your voice," Elsa suggested.

The door of the vehicle opened and the driver let them out one-by-one, leaving them at the carpeted walkway into the country club. Pabbie, Bulda, and Cliff were near the front to greet them, shaking hands and polite hugs before escorting the team into the building.

"It's good to have you here," Pabbie said. "I can't wait to see what you have in store."

"What time do we go on?" Elsa said, walking arm in arm with Anna as she spoke to their sponsor.

"After a few other groups we also have as our clients," Pabbie said. "You'll be on at nine-thirty."

"So you all can enjoy the party. It's an all you can eat buffet," Bulda told them. "Get your fill while you can!"

"And after the main charity event, there will be some awards given out but that's only for the members," Cliff added. "Otherwise, you're free to leave as soon as your set is finished."

"Sounds great!" Elsa chimed.

"That means we'll have a few days until our concert in Minneapolis," Olaf said.

"That's actually a good thing," Marshmallow said. "We can have a bit of a break."

"See the sights," Sitron imputed with a grin. "Take a load off!"

"I hope you'll practice within that time frame," Pabbie chuckled.

"We practice all the time!" Olaf protested, the group reaching the main hall. "Relax, Mr. Pabbie, we're gonna be your best clients, ever."

"You certainly have the determination," Pabbie observed.

The doors of the hall opened and revealed a large room with a stage set up near the back. There were tables arranged all over the place, a dance floor set in front of the stage, and the scent of foods of all kinds wafting towards them.

"Ooh! There's a ton of chocolate over there!" Anna gasped excitedly, tightening her grip on Elsa's arm.

"Slow your roll, kiddo, we should eat dinner first," Elsa reasoned.

Anna pouted. "Awh, but what if it's all gone by the time we're finished!"

"Relax, there will be plenty of chocolate to be had," Elsa said. "I'm sure that they replenish the food as the party goes on."

They didn't realize that the others had dispersed to various places in the room. Elsa was perfectly content with just hanging out with her. But she realized that Anna hadn't looked at her since they left the bus. She was keeping her gaze straight forward but her arm was still interlocked with Elsa's.

"Hey, what's with you?" Elsa asked her curiously.

"What do you mean?" Anna responded, still not looking at her.

"You're acting strange."

"I am not."

"Anna—" Elsa grabbed her cheeks between her fingers and turned her head to face her. "—just look at me."

Her teal eyes focused only on her icy blue ones, almost quivering in place. It was the strangest sight Elsa had witnessed… almost as if Anna was trying not to… look down.

The suit, Elsa made the connection and forced herself not to grin wickedly. It was her reaction to the suit from earlier… of course. She's getting all antsy because of it.

"Can we please just get something to eat?" Anna begged her.

"Yes, of course," Elsa said, letting go of Anna's face but kissing her forehead gently. "Sorry I grabbed you. Did I hurt you?"

"No." Anna breathed. "It's fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Elsa, relax!" Anna grinned and kissed her quickly. "I'm alright. Sorry I wasn't looking at you directly… just… that stupid suit!"

"Stupid?" Elsa repeated, guiding Anna to a buffet table. "I think you'd beg to differ. You think it's sexy."

"Shut up!" Anna complained.

"You just know I'm right."

A couple bands played before Dry Ice was supposed to go on, just as Pabbie told them. Meanwhile the band was sitting at one of the tables, indulging themselves in the free food. Anna was physically shocked at the amount Marshmallow managed to eat, his plate piled high with almost every single food item he got his paws on. Olaf, Sven, and Kristoff seemed to understand the term "moderation", their plates being nice and even in serving size. Sitron was almost as bad as Marshmallow but his meal consisted of more junk and less healthy items.

Anna never realized how Elsa actually cared about what was on her plate. She had a balanced dinner complete with greens, unlike most of the boys. In fact, she got almost everything Anna did.

The roadie never considered observing how her friends ate. It was rather interesting to see how each plate related to their personalities. She wondered if dessert would be any different.

A set before theirs, Elsa stood up from her seat as a slower song was playing having caught a glimpse of the several people dancing. She cleared her throat to capture Anna's attention. A gloved hand extended towards her and Anna blinked before darting her eyes quickly up to meet Elsa's.

"Dance with me?" Elsa said kindly.

Anna flushed. "What?"

"Oh, c'mon, kid," the punk grinned. "It'll be nice. I'm not much of a dancer— unless it's on stage— but I'd like to dance with you."

With slight hesitance, Anna slid her bare hand into the leather grip. She hardly ever danced with a partner. She was afraid she would trod all over Elsa's feet as they swayed together, humiliating herself in front of her girlfriend with her lack of rhythm.

Hans had once made fun of her dancing… she hardly danced since. Even with Merida. The last time she danced, really, was with Elsa in New Orleans but that had been goofy swaying. It wasn't a formal dance like the one she anticipated they were going to do now.

Elsa gracefully led her to the dance floor and positioned the two of them so Anna's hand was clasped in hers, one on Elsa's waist and Elsa's other on her shoulder.

"Can you even dance?" Anna said nervously.

"I've been known to be able to," Elsa said modestly, starting to dance with her, their feet moving slightly across the polished floor. "I mean, I can't waltz or anything but I can dance. You've danced me before, remember?"

"I meant formally."

"We aren't doing much. Just a simple square step. Did you want to go into something more complicated?"

"No! No, this is fine… juuuuust fine."

She had taken notice of the suit again as they continued to take the dance floor with a gentle storm. How it hugged her curves and moved with her body with each shift she made, guiding Anna along with the tempo. Her cheeks flushed and she raised her eyes back up to Elsa's… only to find them closed.

The punk was humming to the song, obviously knowledgeable about its lyrics. She pulled Anna closer and breathed in her ear, singing along to the song gently so only Anna could hear her.

The touch and pull was so intimate. Anna was incredibly winded over the fact that someone with such a rough persona could be so soft and caring. She felt protected, safe under Elsa's watchful eye.

"You know," Elsa said, still not pulling away, "I will admit, I'm a little nervous."

"About what?" replied Anna, her eyes fluttering shut as her lover's breath ghosted over her sensitive ear.

"I usually play all the loud punk stuff… we rehearsed our set and everything but… what if I don't do well?"

"You're gonna be great. You've played soft Paramore and such. Lorde is a nice cover for this crowd. Maybe in your new album you can work on softer stuff, too."

"Like, an acoustic version of 'Let It Go'?"

"Okay, babe, you're gonna have to take a step back from that song and write some new ones."

Elsa giggled, finally pulling back so she could meet Anna's eyes.

"You're probably right," she decided.

"I am right," Anna said. "Elsa, you can't just keep singing that one song—"

"I know, I know… I'm trying."

"I know you are. And maybe you need some motivation—?"

"You promised to never do that again, Anna, don't you dare even tease about it."

Anna laughed, feeling the knot in her stomach from Elsa's suit loosen. She felt more at ease now that she and Elsa were playfully bickering while having a serious conversation at the same time. The suit didn't bother her as much because of that.

"Oh calm down," Anna grinned, smacking Elsa in the shoulder lightly. "It would suck for the both of us anyway. And it would be ten times worse because that would mean no sex."

"We've had enough of that," Elsa agreed bitterly, pausing to twirl Anna beneath her arm before bringing her back closer than before. The song was coming to an end and Elsa placed a kiss on Anna's nose. "Now, if you'll excuse me, kid, I have a house to rock."

"Break a leg, punk," Anna cooed, letting Elsa leave her on the dance floor, watching her meet up with the guys near the stage.

She smiled softly and returned to the table with Kristoff and Sven. Since this was a private event, there were special personnel for this show specifically so Anna was able to watch Dry Ice from the same view she had the first time she saw them, as a spectator and not as a roadie. It was a nice way to appreciate her girlfriend fully without being side stage or on the catwalks or even running errands during a concert.

"You look a little red," Kristoff commented, clapping for the band before Dry Ice as they said their goodbyes.

"I'm just… we were… dancing," Anna mumbled, reaching for a flute of champagne from a passing waiter. She took a cool swallow and crossed her legs. "I might need to take a breath of fresh air after the show."

"Why not now?" Sven wondered, still eating some of his dinner.

"Because I don't wanna miss them," Anna explained, nodding at Elsa as she straightened her suit jacket.

The knot started to wind up again.

Fuck, Anna complained to herself, busying her hands with the glass. Just relax. You can take care of it after the show…

She tried her very best to only focus on Elsa's face and not her swaying hips as she sauntered on stage followed by the three boys. Kristoff was taking a few pictures with his phone, excited to post them on his Instagram later on. A pair of lips hovered over the microphone on the stage, fingers tuning a bass and a guitar, and a large posterior took over the drum stool, patiently waiting for the leader to begin their set.

"Hello, everyone," Elsa said somewhat shakily into the mic. She was unsure of how to greet this sort of crowd. Usually she screamed, "Hello, -insert city name here—!" Or simply jump into the song without an intro.

Her eyes flickered over to Anna's and the girl sent her a reassuring smile, mouthing "breathe" to her. Elsa smiled back and her tense shoulders loosened a bit.

"I'm Elsa and this is my band Dry Ice," she introduced, spreading her arms to either side. "We're gonna bring the house down, if you don't mind."

A few people laughed and the atmosphere seemed to get more comfortable and casual. Jackets were shed and put on the backs of chairs, the older crowd watching from afar, letting the younger attendants get into the groove of this popular band.

"Olaf, if you please," Elsa said, nodding at the guitarist.

He started to strum out the beginning of "Underneath It All" by No Doubt, one of Elsa's personal favorites, Marshmallow and Sitron jumping in quickly. Elsa followed after a few beats, kicking their set into gear.

Anna wondered if Elsa had control of her hips. Seriously, she was rolling them so sensually no matter what sort of company she was in. And to the beat of that song? Anna was a goner. She was staring. Who could blame her? Elsa had shown Anna just what she could do with those things and it was causing Anna's libido to skyrocket.

By the third song, Anna was certain she was drooling out of the corner of her mouth. Elsa had covered Lorde flawlessly, doing two of her most famous numbers and making the room dance lazily. She picked up the tempo in a Taylor Swift song, one that Anna wasn't aware Elsa knew of. She was really giving the crowd a different taste of what she did for a living, almost being opposite of what she was on stage in front of die-hard fans.

But those hips were still rolling.

Anna desperately wanted to yank Elsa off the stage and make out with her just to ease herself but that would appear very odd to others around them. Very odd.

So Anna waited it out, nodding her head to Elsa's final number, Let It Go of course. Since it was their number one hit, she was obligated to sing it. At the very end, Elsa let loose another roll and Anna lost it. She stood to her feet and marched over to the bathroom, face flushed.

As the audience applauded Dry Ice's performance, Elsa's eyes had followed Anna's path away from the main event. Curious as to what had Anna in such a rush, Elsa left the stage, her bandmates clearing up for the next band.

Elsa entered the ladies' restroom and found herself slightly blown away by the sight. The room had been drowned in pink, the floors were pristine, and the air smelled heavily of expensive perfume. The wooden stalls were a light pink and Elsa wondered if there was a little table with magazines in each of them for some reading material. Her eyes landed on Anna, who was leaning over the sink and trying to get herself together.

"Kid?" Elsa said, raising her brows, startling her girlfriend. "Babe, you alright?"

"Yeah," Anna breathed, staring at Elsa out of the corner of her eye. "Fine… I'm just…"

"You're sure?" the punk spoke slowly, stepping closer to Anna. "Do you need some air? Seriously, you look really red."

Anna turned all the way around to face Elsa, teal eyes swooping over her suit-clad body. Elsa watched, astonished, as her irises darkened and Anna made a move, grabbing Elsa by the collar of her shirt and shoving her into the handicap restroom, the door locking behind them on impact.

"Anna, what the actual fuck?" Elsa demanded, her voice laced with humor, her back hitting the cold wall Anna pushed her against.

Copper brows furrowed and Elsa blinked stupidly down at the tiny figure. The next thing she knew, a pair of soft lips were shoved up against her own and Elsa's mind flew out the window. A small groan fell from Anna's mouth, her hands sliding beneath Elsa's jacket and letting it drop behind her. Elsa reached around and pulled Anna closer, hands grabbing her waist.

The boys returned to their table only to find Kristoff and Sven sitting there, talking over a few expensive beers.

"Where are Elsa and Anna?" Olaf asked, sitting in between Marshmallow and Kristoff.

"Beats me," Sven replied. "Anna went flying to the bathroom. Guess she really had to pee."

"Elsa was probably curious and followed her," Sitron guessed. "So they'll be back in about five minutes or so. Girls like to talk in the restroom, y'know?"

"Is that actually true?" Sven said, cocking his head to the side.

"Oh, yeah big time. They have conferences and…"

As Sitron engaged Sven in a serious discussion on how girls conspire together in restrooms, Kristoff gazed over at the path to the bathroom with suspicion. He knew that girls sometimes took their time in the bathroom for various reasons but something didn't sit right with him. Anna didn't look as though she was about to piss herself…

"Hey, Marshmallow," he said, capturing the drummer's attention.

"What's up?"

"You don't think… that they're doing something else in there?" Kristoff wondered slowly, his brows inching together.

Marshmallow almost snorted into his hand. "I couldn't tell you. Let's at least hope they're being civilized. I don't think Anna would stoop as low as to have sex in public."

"Yeah, you're probably right."

"That's Elsa jurisdiction," joked Olaf, sliding into the conversation. "Anyway, what did you guys think of the show?"

"You were great," Kristoff applauded, giving a thumbs up. "You covered the best songs for this crowd. I think everyone had a great time." He took a swig of his beer. "Grand Pabbie looked pleased. You're gonna be great clients, I can tell already."

"We aim to please!" Olaf chirped.

"Psst, guys," Sitron hissed, leaning over Sven to address the other three. "I've got some… brownies in the freezer. You want in?"

"No thanks," Olaf groaned, making a face. "Last time I tried one of those I passed out. You lace them too much."

"Also, edibles are far worse—" Kristoff began but Sitron waved his statement away.

"Yeah, yeah, I know but I don't give a fuck. Sven, how about you?"

"Sure, I'm down for that," Sven agreed. "Been a while since I've had some." He and Sitron got to their feet. "See you guys later."

"Be safe, please!" Olaf called after them.

"I didn't know Sven did that stuff," Marshmallow said to Kristoff conversationally.

"Oh, yeah, every now and then. Not often though." Kristoff adjusted his tie to give his neck some room to breathe. "I've only done it… twice. It's not exactly my preferred thing but I'll do it if I feel like it."

"I think it's yucky," Olaf complained.

Kristoff laughed. "Very mature reason not to like it."

Olaf grinned toothily. "If you haven't noticed, I'm a very mature person!"

"Are they done in there yet?" Marshmallow grunted, shaking his head in the direction of the restroom.

Chests were heaving and Anna's face was buried in the crook of Elsa's neck. A pair of lacy underwear were around the ginger's ankles and Elsa's shirt and vest were buttoned, the fly of her dress pants open.

Elsa opened her eyes slowly, thankful for the wall supporting her from collapsing from the orgasm that had been caused by the roadie. One of her gloves was discarded to the side, the hand used to give Anna her own release tracing her thigh beneath her dress.

"Did we just have sex in a public restroom?" Elsa said.

Anna snorted and started to laugh into Elsa's skin. "Oh my god," she giggled, "we did, didn't we?"

"What happened to you?" Elsa grinned, retracting her hand and reaching over for some toilet paper. "I never thought you'd do something like this."

"You and I started dating, that's what," Anna said, wiggling her hand out of Elsa's pants. "That was exciting, though. Like, wow." She plucked some paper from Elsa's hand and cleaned off her digits. "I can hardly remember what just happened… damn, that was awesome."

Elsa zipped up her pants and buttoned up her shirt, vest, and readjusted her tie. Anna bent down and pulled up her panties, both of them still giggling over what had just occurred. While down there, Anna grabbed Elsa's jacket and handed it over.

"Thanks…" Elsa tugged it on and glanced wearily at the locked door. "D'you think anyone came inside and heard anything? I was too… I wasn't paying attention."

"I doubt it," Anna said. "And if they did, who cares?"

"I love this side of you, babe," Elsa purred, bringing Anna in for a kiss. "Even though I like the cutesy, romantic sex, I wouldn't mind banging in another bathroom with you again."

Anna barked out another laugh. "Good to know."

They exited the stall together and Elsa went to the mirror to fix her hair, Anna beside her doing the same. While Elsa re-braided her long, platinum locks, Anna sat in the cushion arm chair by the entrance, looking Elsa over. After she got the sex out of her system, the image of Elsa in a suit didn't give her that same, flustered drive anymore.

"I'm over it!" Anna said happily.

"Over what?" Elsa asked, raising a brow and taking out a lipstick tube from her jacket.

Anna rubbed off some lipstick that was stuck to her neck. "Your suit… well, it's still super sexy but I can look at it without dying of arousal."

Elsa laughed again. "Good to know. I guess you just needed to have some suit sex to ease your desire."

"Mhmm," Anna agreed, running a hand through her hair. "Are we presentable now?"

"I think so. How's my hair?"

"Els, you have the hair of a goddess, don't even worry about it."

"Fair enough."

Elsa shoved the glove back on her hand, took Anna's hand in her own, and escorted her out of the bathroom, the two pressing their heads close together and giggling again, still in disbelief they had a romantic rendezvous in the bathroom.

"Where did you guys even go?" Olaf said as the girls reached the table.

"Just to the bathroom," Elsa shrugged, brushing some hair out of Anna's eyes. "Talked and such. Girl time."

"The usual girl time," Anna added with a breathy chuckle, leaning in to share a kiss with Elsa.

"You guys are fucking weird," Olaf declared, taking a bite out of the cream puff he got from the buffet table a few minutes previous.

"Yeah but you love us anyway," Anna teased, reaching over and ruffling his hair.

Elsa moved closer to Anna and pressed mindless kisses onto her temple, Anna leaning in automatically, the two sitting together to watch the rest of the evening's sets.

Finally finished for you all. Remember, the next few chapters are gonna be fun "fuck around" chapters based on things that me and my fellow Role-players came up with.

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