Some more fluff just as I promised. The beginning of this chapter seems smutty but it isn't really described like the other two were. So… yeah, you'll see.

Oh, by the way! Two new fics are coming out (but Scars is almost finished… yeah, almost… hm… anyway) this month and next month. The first fic is called "Creature of the Nightlight" and it's a vampire!Anna/Elsanna fic. More info on that when the time comes. The next fic is a short, 3-chapter sequel to my story "Shore." Elsa will be narrating that one, telling a small story of her life with Anna on dry land. That's coming out in mid-April on my AO3 account exclusively so you don't wanna miss out! "Creature of the Nightlight" will be on both here and AO3 for different means of access.

Shall we commence?

Elsa was always a loud person. Well, not so much growing up. She was taught to be mild-mannered and quiet until she discovered her own voice. And how good it felt to belt out long notes as she sang her heart out. She picked up the talent of being loud and sometimes obnoxious but it simply came with the package of having such a strong voice.

She couldn't remember the last time someone had rendered her absolutely speechless. Maybe it was when she got the record deal and she could hardly speak… maybe it was when she heard her hands would never heal again. But they hadn't been for very long. She might have stood there, gawked, and then either cheered for the former or cried for the latter.

Somehow, Anna had caused Elsa to lose all of her vocal cords in one session.

Elsa had once declared that Anna would be speechless after oral sex. Now, it was true when Elsa had given Anna said sex, the redhead had been gasping for a phrase to describe the sensation. And she had been moaning throughout, filling the room around them with Elsa's name, receiving several complaints from the boys the following morning about needing earplugs.

The punk considered herself to be rather vocal during sex. Chanting her lover's name, mewling, groaning, and eventually crying out at the end.

But there she was, eyes screwed up shut and mouth agape, chest heaving but her breaths were silent, hands gripping at the sheets with a leg around Anna's shoulders as the roadie went down on her.

Not a sound left Elsa's lips as she came. And it wasn't until Anna lifted her head from between her legs did Elsa let out a shuttering breath, eyes snapping open in both ecstasy and shock.

"You good up there?" Anna said, raising her brows.

It took Elsa a few beats to collect herself.

"What… the… fuck?" Elsa gasped.

"I'm taking that as a yes?"

"What just happened… did you… I came and…" Elsa sat herself up on her elbows, staring at Anna. "I hardly made a sound."

"Well," Anna wiped off her mouth casually like one would do to get some food off their lips, "at first you were pretty moan-y but as soon as I spelled out the letters, you just sorta clamped up."

"What were you even spelling?" wondered Elsa, sliding herself up and reaching for a bottle of water.

"I was spelling the lyrics of 'Do I Wanna Know,'" Anna admitted cheekily. "I'm not much of a singer but I wanted to do a similar thing you did."

Elsa handed her the water, swallowing hard before she spoke. "You certainly shut me up."

"I think the boys appreciated that," Anna snickered before taking a swig. "Okay… lemme see…" She sized her girlfriend up. "I think I wanna try two more things…"

"Jesus, you're gonna run me dry," Elsa said.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Anna leaned forward. "Did you not want the fun sex?"

"I want the fun sex, believe me. But it's almost midnight because it took me a while to warm up…" Elsa flushed with slight shame. "And I don't want you to get tired."

"Fine, one more thing and then it's straight to bed for the both of us."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Just relax," Anna purred, gently pushing Elsa back into the pillows. "I'll take good care of you."

The following morning, the bus parked in a tiny town bordering North Dakota and Minnesota. Elsa, Sitron, Olaf, and Marshmallow had rented a small auditorium in order to practice, Sven and Kristoff joining them for a small tech rehearsal. Anna was given the day off by Elsa— "Because, fuck, you rocked my world last night you should take a break."— so she was all alone in the bus. Oaken was running a few errands and before meeting up with the rest of the band.

So Anna had the bus to herself. And she was actually really excited about it. She was hanging out in her loose fitting T-shirt, a pair of yoga pants she turned into short shorts, and her Doctor Who socks.

She played a few games by herself on the PlayStation and ended up yelling at the screen a thousand times as poor Ezio fell from the top of the Vatican, studied in her bedroom and took several notes to apply to her second semester, texted Rapunzel to see how she was, and even called her mom.

"Hey, Mom!" Anna chirped, lying on her bed.

"Anna, it's so good to hear from you… finally." The last word came out mumbled.

"I've texted you and Dad!" Anna defended.

"Hardly."

"I've been busy," Anna sighed. "Busy with work and the concerts and just about everything else."

"Mhm… so, how are you, honey?"

"I'm great! We're up in North Dakota right now. Judging by time zones, you just got up, right?"

"Indeed," chuckled Faye. "I'm making coffee for your father."

"When he gets up, tell him I miss him," Anna said.

"Anything else?"

"And I'm safe. I know he worries."

"He'll be happy to know you're doing okay. How about the tour itself? How's that been experience wise?"

"Oh, it's wonderful. I learned so many tech related things and I've lost a few pounds from heavy lifting."

"How about performance wise? Can you play an instrument now?"

"Mom, you know I'm not musically gifted."

"You can sing."

"Hardly. I pale in comparison to Elsa."

"What's she like, by the way?"

"Elsa… is…" Anna felt a big smile stretch across her face. "Wonderful, actually."

"Is she really? Last I heard, she's an arrogant punk who can't get her head out of the clouds."

"She still is but in a good way… a different way."

"You sound wistful."

"I do not!"

"Anna, do you like Elsa?" teased Faye.

Anna bit her lip before she responded. "What if I told you I'm dating her?"

"Wait… back up—"

"Mom, I'm dating a blonde, popular, sexual celebrity who likes to make her fans fall to their knees yet I've brought her to her knees." Anna grinned. "Elsa and I are a couple."

There was a long pause, as if Anna's mother was trying to process this information. A few clicking noises followed the silence then her mom finally spoke again.

"There's nothing online about it," Faye said.

"Because we're not entirely public. She wants to keep my image safe from the paparazzi," Anna explained.

"Oh… good. She's responsible about privacy." Faye sounded relieved.

"God, Mom, don't worry about it. And Elsa's a private person believe it or not. It took me a month and a half to get her to open up to me."

"I assume when you come home your father and I will be meeting her?"

If Elsa doesn't break up with me first, Anna thought bitterly. "I think that can be arranged," she said instead. "I don't think she would be apprehensive about the idea."

"Apprehensive! That's a good word."

"Isn't it? It was on the word of the day app on my phone!"

"How is she as a girlfriend, though? She isn't another Hans is she?" Her voice was bitter, still angry at the boy who broke her daughter's heart.

Faye could still remember Anna's face when she came home that night, crying about how she found out Hans was cheating on her. She had been playing a game on his phone and someone under the name of "Babe" who was clearly not Anna, had texted him saying exactly what she wanted him to do to her in bed. Anna had broken up with him, punched him in the face, and ran home to her parents, crying into her mother's arms as Faye tried to talk David down from going out to kill Hans himself.

Anna chuckled slightly. "No, she's not. Actually, and you're gonna laugh about this, but Elsa is the one Hans cheated on me with."

"What?"

"Yup."

Faye snorted. "You're joking."

"Nope."

"Oh goodness! What a low blow for Hans! His two ex-girlfriends dating one another."

"Yeah, we laughed about that, too!" Anna giggled. "I kinda want to tell him just to mock him."

"Next time you see him, flaunt your relationship in his face."

"I fully intend on doing so."

"Anything else you need to tell me?"

Anna gnawed on her lip as she thought. What important information could she give to her mother? She wouldn't tell her mother about the pot incident just yet. She could never tell her mom she drinks underage. Not until she was at least fifty. She combed through her mind for things to say until

"Elsa made me get a new piercing?" Anna tried, cringing slightly.

A steely tone, "Where?"

"A cartilage piercing."

Her mother let out a relieved breath. "Okay, good."

"Mom, don't be judgmental!"

"I'm not! I'm just glad you didn't do anything too reckless just yet."

"I like how you used the word yet as if I'm gonna do something far worse."

"Just you wait. I used to have a cartilage piercing myself, didn't you know?"

"You did not."

"I did so. I took it out because it hurt too much. I still have a mark on my ear. Your aunt made me get one."

"Auntie Primrose made you get the piercing?"

"And she got a tattoo in the same parlor. Uncle Thomas' name. Lucky she ended up marrying him, huh? I expected Rapunzel to take you out to get a crazy piercing. But instead you got it at a shop with a rock star."

"It was a clean place, you don't have to make it sound so awful. She got me ice cream afterwards."

"Oh thank god she got you ice cream." Anna could visualize her mother rolling her eyes at her.

"And a jacket!"

"Yes, that heals a cartilage piercing."

"Mom, chill."

"Don't tell your mother to chill, young lady."

"I just did."

"You've gotten an attitude out on the road."

"It comes with the job."

A light laugh. "You know, I'm glad you went out there with them. You seem happier just by the sound of your voice."

"I am happy. I dunno… there's drama and stuff out here but we all support and love one another and we seriously just…" Anna shrugged helplessly even though her mother wasn't there. "We're a family."

"That's wonderful to hear." Faye let out a tired sigh. "Alright, honey, I have to get some breakfast going. I'll talk to you soon. Love you."

"Love you, too, Mom!"

Anna hung up with a better attitude than before she spoke with her mom. Conversations with the woman always made Anna smile. She honestly couldn't wait to see her again when she returned to Arendelle. Her and her dad, of course.

As she sat up, her stomach decided that it was time for an early lunch by growling loudly at her. The bus was still empty as she crept out to the front. She entered the tiny kitchen, pulling out a plate and whatever she could find in the fridge that would fill her until dinnertime.

Sticking a frozen meal into the microwave, Anna started to tap out a beat on the counter, remembering her mother's comment on her singing voice. She missed singing and hadn't done it in a while since she was hardly ever alone on this tour.

But now that the bus was empty…

She started to whistle shaking her hips to the beat of the song as it played in her head.

"If you love somebody, better tell them while they're here 'cause they just may run away from youuuuuu," Anna sang, pointing a finger at the microwave. "You'll never know quite when well then again it just depends on how long the time is left for youuuuuu." Her shoulders got into the groove of it, feet dancing in place. "I've had the highest mountains, I've had the deepest rivers, you can have it all but life keeps mooooovin'!" She bobbed her head and bit her lip, containing a grin. "I take it in but don't look down! 'Cause I'm on top of the world 'ay! I'm on top of the world, 'ay! Waiting on this for a while now, paying by dues to the— AHH!"

As Anna did a little turn, she spun and stopped to find Marshmallow watching her from the doorway. Her scream startled him but he realized that it was he who scared her.

"I'm so sorry!" he gasped, lumbering over to her. "Are you… oh, Anna don't cry!"

The poor roadie was shaking and dramatic tears were falling from her eyes.

"You scared the crap out of me!" Anna whimpered. "How can someone so big be so quiet!?"

"Anna, please don't cry!" he begged, his big paws wiping away the tears he guiltily caused. "I didn't mean to scare you!"

It took her a moment to calm herself down, taking in big gulps of air as her freckled hand clutched her racing heart.

"It's okay, buddy…" She mustered a trembling smile, nodding slowly. "I'm fine."

He helped her to her feet, the microwave beeping with Anna's finished lunch. She went over to it and got it out, the drummer carefully observing her just in case she went into cardiac arrest.

"Nice pipes by the way," he said conversationally, attempting to ease the tension. "Should I expect a sing-off between you and Elsa soon?"

"Uh, thanks," Anna said, growing pink. "But probably not. I'm not that good so I don't sing when people are around… That makes you the first outside of my family to hear me."

"Why? You're actually really good at it," he told her genuinely.

"Marsh, I'm nothing compared to Elsa," she emphasized.

"Not a lot of people can compare to her," he reminded her. "Elsa's voice is unique. So is yours. It's very pretty."

"I don't appreciate lies," she teased slightly, sitting in the booth. "What are you doing here anyway? Where's everyone else?"

"Oh, right. I'm grabbing my extra pair of practice drumsticks." He headed over to his bunk and pulled out the drawer beneath his bed. "The ones the auditorium had broke too easily."

"Okay. Well, see you soon then," Anna said, waving as he headed out.

"Yeah. Sorry again about the scare!"

Elsa was the first back in the bus after practice finished, catching Anna reading a book on one of the couches. She made a beeline for her, yanking her out of her seat and pushing her into her bedroom. Anna blinked stupidly around before she realized what had just happened, whirling around to face a very expectant Elsa.

"Why wasn't I the first to hear it?!" Elsa whined, looking highly offended.

Anna was at a loss for words. "I…"

"Marshmallow told me he caught you singing today."

Oh… I'm fucked. "Yeah. It was an accident."

"I didn't know you could sing! Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm not that good!" Anna waved her hands nervously in front of her. "It's really no big thing. I mean, you're amazing. I can hold a tune but that's about it. Really, no big deal."

Elsa stepped closer, face pleading. "I really wanna hear you sing."

Anna laughed hollowly. "Trust me, no you don't."

"I do too! Please? Just once? I'll even sing along with you if that makes you feel more comfortable."

"No offense, Els, but singing alongside the fastest growing singer in history isn't exactly a comfort for me."

"Okay, I understand. I get it."

Elsa looked slightly disappointed. And Anna understood that Elsa was genuinely interested in hearing her sing. It was only fair, after all. Anna hears Elsa sing all the time, though she doesn't have much of a choice since it's her job.

"But I'll sing… just for you," Anna said quietly. "Nobody else."

"Nobody else," Elsa repeated, taking Anna's face between her hands. "How about we do it in your bedroom since that one is pretty sound proof?"

"…Kay…"

"Ooh, I'm actually really excited!" Elsa's face lit up with joy, her grin becoming contagious. "I bet you sound beautiful."

"I guess you'll find out soon enough… Lemme just pick out the song. I'll get back to you in a bit," Anna said, moving around her girlfriend so she could get some privacy.

"Just let me know when you're ready," Elsa said cheerfully, bouncing on the balls of her feet as though waiting to open her Christmas presents.

Anna shut her bedroom door behind her, silently cursing Marshmallow for divulging the fact that he caught her singing. Why couldn't he have just kept it to himself?

She picked up her iPod and clicked through the songs she knew by heart all saved in a playlist for her shower time back home. She kept discarding them, believing they wouldn't satisfy the Elsa.

Finally, she found a song she was confident she knew and could hit all the notes for. She listened to it a couple more times until she felt she had it down. Then she texted for Elsa to come inside.

When Elsa entered, the punk looked guilty.

"Anna, you don't have to do this," Elsa told her. "If it makes you uncomfortable… I'm sorry, I come on too strong sometimes."

"Well, you looked so enthusiastic," Anna said with a smile. "I'll sing for just you. I'm nervous but it's gonna be okay, I think. I picked it out."

"Is a duet? I can do any back-up. I can do some a cappella stuff like beat boxing. You know, like those guys on Glee that got super obnoxious two episodes in." Elsa was speaking rapidly, almost as if she was shocked she was about to hear that there was another singer in her midst.

"Baby, thank you but all your experience is not helping my nerves right now. I have no training or anything like that. This is literally a first and one time thing." Anna fiddled with her hands. "And I'm just singing to you. Just me. To you. I want to do this for you."

The blonde calmed herself, knowing that she wasn't doing Anna any good by being too peppy about this. "Sweetie, just sing. I just happen to have the passion for it and went for a higher goal. Not everyone who can sing does that. I have every bit of confidence in you that you will do perfectly."

"Thanks, Els…" She seemed more at ease hearing Elsa's understanding tone. "I can do if for you."

"What song is it?"

"'Freckles' by Natasha Bedingfield. Sorry, I'm more comfortable singing non-punk songs out loud."

Elsa snickered. "That's perfectly fine. Whatever makes you feel better."

The redhead took in a deep breath and swallowed hard. She looked up from her hands, to Elsa, and back again. Then she opened her mouth and started to sing, her voice filling the room shaking slightly. But as the song progressed, Elsa's mouth started to fall open in absolute wonderment.

Anna was an amazing singer. Like, really, really amazing. It was a voice Elsa would willingly join in with to sing all the world's best songs. A voice she would fall asleep to only to be greeted with good dreams. A voice that was so soothing that if she chose 'Say Something' to sing, Elsa would have broken down into tears.

The song she chose was a perfect song for her, singing about insecurities and how freckles are truly beautiful and how flaws are beautiful. And as she kept singing, she seemed to forget Elsa was there, her voice growing stronger and her face lighting up with each lyric. Going off into her own little world, much like Elsa did when she was on stage in order to control her stage fright.

Unconsciously, Elsa reached over and took Anna's hand in hers, causing Anna's voice to waver. She peered at Elsa with uncertainty but Elsa offered her an encouraging smile, indicating that she wanted her to keep going.

When the song came to an end, teal eyes met icy, searching for approval. Elsa's hand slid to the back of Anna's neck and pulled her in for a kiss.

"You were beautiful," Elsa whispered. "You're a wonderful singer and I hope that isn't the last time I hear you sing."

"You're just saying that," Anna mumbled.

"No. It's true," Elsa said firmly. "I love your voice." She pulled back slightly. "We should sing together."

"Not now," Anna grumbled, shaking her head at Elsa dubiously.

"Of course not right now," Elsa laughed, pressing their foreheads together. "But sometime soon."

"I'm not worthy enough to—"

"Anna, I don't know where this low self-esteem is coming from but dammit you are worthy enough. You're worthy enough to be my roadie, my best friend, my number one fan, and the best fucking girlfriend I've ever had." Elsa kissed her again. "Understand me?"

"I'm trying," Anna said quietly.

She was still stinging from those girls' comments. And she didn't fully believe Elsa's words though she desperately wanted to believe them.

Elsa didn't seem to see through her hesitance and merely smiled. "I'm telling you not to worry so much."

Anna pursed her lips into a pout before burying her face into Elsa's neck.

"Thank you for liking my singing," Anna said.

"I loved it," Elsa assured. "I think you have a stunning talent that you could put to good use. Thank you for singing for me."

"If you really like it, maybe I'll sing for you again…"

"I really wanna sing with you."

"Slow your roll, Els," Anna grinned, pulling away. "One step at a time. It's been forever since I've had an audience outside my family. Merida never heard me sing. Hans made fun of me."

"Hans is a fucking dick-hole," Elsa snarled, "and doesn't know true talent if it was on the edge of his nose. He thought I was untalented."

"You're joking."

"Nope. He doubted our ability but once he saw that Dry Ice was becoming successful, he changed his tune real quick." Elsa caressed her cheek. "I don't think you were brave enough yet to show your true potential. But I wanna help you bring out that old backbone. I have faith in you that you have so many talents that you don't even know about yet."

"I guess I've let my guard down a little," Anna said. "Now that I have you… I feel better about myself, I suppose."

"Hey, I don't want you to change for me," Elsa said sternly. "I'm not here to make you become someone you're not. Anna, I care about the you I met backstage, the you who's a big goofball, and the you that's both determined and awkward yet shy and honest. A mix beyond imagination. A perfect mix. It's what makes you Anna."

Anna's heart skipped a few beats and she felt her face warm up like never before. The sincerity of Elsa's words effected her more than other little speeches Elsa had spoken to her before.

"Thank you," Anna said hoarsely.

For some reason on the morning they were about to leave for Minneapolis with a pit stop in between, Anna was hanging out with Sitron outside the bus while he was enjoying a cigarette. The sky was a pearly grey and the air was cool, signs of rain creeping up on the North-East. There were voices coming from inside the bus, Elsa holding a pleasant conversation with Olaf and Kristoff.

Sitron glanced down at Anna, smiling gently at the roadie. "How you doing, Anna?" he asked.

"Pretty good. How are you?"

"Observant."

"How so?"

He didn't answer right away. He took a long drag before blowing it out slowly, the smoke billowing up into clouds. He wasn't looking directly at her as he started to speak again.

"Did I ever tell you about Beth?" he said.

Anna blinked. "Who?"

"My girlfriend Beth… well, she used to be my girlfriend." He glanced down at his cigarette. "I met her in junior year of high school and she made me so happy. She was my first time, too… we both got a bit drunk from the whiskey in her dad's cabinet but we were sober enough to know what we were doing. It was irresponsible, yeah, but we did it anyway." He took another drag. "We were inseparable. And everybody adored her. She was smart and funny and she just…" A wistful smile. "Anyway, I was completely in love with her."

"You were?" Anna said, noticing the past tense.

"I'm still in love with her. But she broke my heart before I could tell her."

"She left you?"

A grimace. "Sort of." His dark brows furrowed. "She died."

Anna couldn't conceal her gasp so her hands flew to her mouth. "Sitron?" she whispered weakly.

"Car accident," he stated harshly. "She wasn't wearing her seatbelt and she just—" He choked up and crushed his cigarette between his fingers. "I took up smoking after that… and I've hardly masked the pain of knowing that she died before I could confess that I was in love with her." He gave Anna a hard look, seemingly determined to tell her something. "Don't wait, Anna. If you know it and you feel it, it doesn't matter how long it's been. Sure, there are fucking phony relationships that say they're in love when they're not. But you know the feeling. It's so warm and intense… at least it was for me."

He chucked the butt on the ground, grinding it out with the heel of his sneaker. Anna watched before looking up into his tan face.

"I'm afraid I don't understand," she said timidly. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you've yet to realize," he sighed. "Just don't wait. When it hits you, you'll know. And I have a feeling it'll hit you real soon. Don't be afraid of it when it does. It's okay."

He gave her a smile, patting her on the arm as he returned inside the bus. Anna gazed down at the dying cigarette on the ground, thinking hard about what he could have meant. He was so serious for the first time since Seattle. So honest.

Yet this was so out of place.

She didn't understand...

Without looking into it further but placing it into the back of her mind for later, Anna returned to the bus, ready to get going on another Dry Ice adventure.

What could Sitron possibly mean? Well, some of us may have already figured that out. But it's a build up for a super dramatic chapter that I'm so excited to write! That's next time, though haha.

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