I remember putting no flames please up a long time ago.

…sigh…

Apparently my requests go unheeded. But whatever. Haters gonna hate, I suppose. It's done, I'm over it, I pity, I move on. No longer gonna let that stupid stuff get to me because they're wrong and idiotic and screw them, they have no idea what they're talking about.

"Are you sure that we didn't leave without them?" Marshmallow panicked.

"Dude, just check Elsa's bedroom," Sitron told him again.

"Why would Anna be in Elsa's bedroom!?" Marshmallow was close to tears. "She was so angry with her! What if they broke up and Anna stayed behind? What if Elsa quit? Oh god, they broke up, didn't they!?"

"Ever think they might have made up while we were asleep?" Sven reasoned.

"Why in the world would we even leave our lead singer and her girlfriend behind anyway?" Kristoff said incredulously.

The three band members turned their heads to stare at the blonde boy. He shrugged and gestured to Elsa's bedroom, trying to get them to see for themselves.

"Oh, c'mon! That's silly to think that they're not in the only room we haven't checked out of the four we have in this bus," Kristoff said rationally.

"He's got a point," Olaf mumbled.

Sitron turned around and started to head over to the back room. "Well, then let's go and prove Kristoff and I—"

But before they could go and check, Elsa came walking out of her bedroom, closing the door behind her so Anna wouldn't be woken up by any noise. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes, glancing up at all five boys hanging out in the front room who were staring at her with the most peculiar expressions. Pale brows furrowed and she waved a gloved hand warily.

"Good morning?" she said with uncertainty.

"Morning!" Olaf chirped. "How are things between you and the kid?"

"Fine," Elsa said, stifling a yawn. "She's still sleeping."

"Did you guys fix everything?" Marshmallow asked anxiously.

Elsa sent them a tired smile, reaching the kitchenette to pour herself some coffee in the burner. "Yeah, we did. Everything is fine. It was just a rough night, you know?"

"We were all there. In a panic," Sitron reminded her. "So, yes, we do know."

"What happened exactly?" Olaf inquired as Elsa leaned her bottom against the counter, sipping her coffee. "When we all passed out, I mean. Did Anna leave or did you come back and talk?"

"Anna left and found me," Elsa responded.

Everyone waited for her to continue, watching her drink her cup of joe in silence as if nothing had happened the night before. The guitarist leaned forward and waved his hand lazily in front of his chest.

"And?" he encouraged, trying to get the full story out of her.

"And we talked and we came back," Elsa finished lamely.

"This is so pointless," Sitron sighed, sitting on one of the couches. "You're too tired to think straight."

"You expect Elsa to think straight?" Olaf quipped.

The punk snorted into her coffee as Marshmallow, still a bit shaken up, choked on a laugh, Olaf grinning at Sitron's extended middle finger. Sven and Kristoff— not entirely in on their humor— exchanged awkward smiles.

In the midst of the laughing, the door to Elsa's room opened and Anna came wobbling inside, still half asleep. Everyone fell silent as the redhead passed the bunks and stumbled over to Elsa. The blonde set her coffee down just in time to catch Anna in a warm embrace so the poor roadie wouldn't collapse onto the floor.

"Mmmorning," Anna groaned into Elsa's neck.

The group all gave their own versions of a morning greeting, Elsa pressing a kiss into Anna's hair.

"How'd you sleep?" she cooed.

"Like a rock," Anna hummed.

"I bet," Sven laughed.

"You must be exhausted from all the drama last night," Olaf said.

"Yeah, a bit," Anna said. "But everything's okay now."

"We're glad," Sitron said. "The last thing we need is the two of you bitching at each other again. Only this time it would be a thousand times worse as exes."

"You scared me!" Marshmallow said, yanking Anna away from Elsa and pulling her into a giant hug. Elsa's brows shot into her hair and Anna yelped, feeling large, trunk like arms clasp around her. "I thought we accidentally left you behind 'cause you weren't in your room when I went to check on you!"

"It's al-alright, buddy!" Anna gasped for air.

"Where was your logic to check my room?" Elsa deadpanned.

"Thank you!" Kristoff and Sitron said, exasperated.

"Well, we didn't think you made up so fast!" Olaf defended, pouting and folding his arms across his chest.

"But we did," Anna said as Marshmallow finally set her down after she received a thousand apologies from him. "Aaaaand." She grinned at Elsa impishly. "Elsa was very emotional last night."

Elsa sent her an unimpressed look before rolling her eyes and picking up her coffee.

"If this is about sex, we don't want to know," Sitron droned.

"No, no," Anna said, turning to him. "Nothing about sex— which reminds me," she briefly turned to her girlfriend, "you owe me make up sex, Elsa."

"Done and done, babe," Elsa shrugged.

"But no, it wasn't about sex at all!" Anna said, bounding over to Sitron. "I guess you can say Beth told me first… before it was too late."

Sitron furrowed his brows for a half a second before coming to the thrilling realization of the meaning behind her metaphor. He shook his head in disbelief.

"She didn't," he gasped.

"She did," Anna said shyly. "And I said it right back."

"You're serious?"

"I wouldn't joke about this."

"Who is Beth?" Kristoff asked but went ignored.

Sitron slowly got to his feet and made his way over to Elsa, who was staring at him strangely. As he leaned closer, she leaned back, squinting at him. His expression was one of wonderment, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

A smile started to crawl across his lips and he punched Elsa hard in the shoulder. She cried out and winced, grimacing at him.

"What the flying fuck was that for!?" she yelled.

"You're an idiot," he told her. "A stupid, love-struck idiot and I'm proud of you."

Elsa blinked at him before shaking her head. "You have a funny way of showing affection."

"You're one to talk."

"What is going on here!?" Olaf wailed.

"Elsa told me she loved me," Anna announced, making the blonde grin bashfully.

"And Anna told me she loved me right back," Elsa said as she gave Anna a dazzling smile.

Silence for a moment before it dawned on Olaf. He gawked at the pair of them before running to Anna and lifting her up in the air, swinging her around in his arms. Marshmallow started tearing up, patting Elsa on the arm in congratulations. Kristoff and Sven were applauding and cheering loudly.

"You guys, it's not like we graduated college," Anna said, yet she couldn't contain her grin.

"Or got engaged," Elsa added.

"Or something like that," Anna agreed, finally being set down on the ground by the guitarist. "So dramatic, all of you."

"Well, we can't help it!" Olaf argued. "You guys are in love and we're happy for you!"

"Just don't flaunt it by having sex on the couch," Sitron snickered, back to his sarcastic self.

"You're fucking hilarious," Elsa droned, taking a seat in the booth, Anna sliding in to sit next to her. "Now, can we please get to the tour in peace?"

"Wait, what about Wisconsin?" Anna asked her.

"That's not until next week, babe," Elsa replied placidly, taking another sip of her coffee. "This week we have a few concerts in Minneapolis and then we'll be going down to Milwaukee."

"Oh, right… how many nights in Minneapolis again?" Anna said, stealing Elsa's cup and drinking from it.

Olaf answered her, "Five! And I propose we all go out and celebrate lavishly."

"Celebrate what?" Kristoff said.

"Them!" Olaf jabbed a finger at the two girls. "Celebrate their true love!"

"No way," Elsa said sternly.

The guitarist frowned. "Why not?"

"I'm not going public with Anna until the tour ends and we return to civilian life." Elsa leaned back in her seat and folded her arms across her chest. "I don't want Anna's face plastered all over the media and for her to be defined as 'Elsa's girlfriend' because she's more than that. And we don't want rumors to start about my love life, either. The last thing I want is to be pegged as a Taylor Swift type and have all these stupid lies spread about who I am and that any girl I hang out with is my next hot thing." She scowled. "It's degrading and the one bullshit thing that comes with being popular." She started to mime taking pictures with a camera. "'Elsa, over here! Elsa, is it true you're dating what's-her-face!?' Hey, Elsa, did you write that one song about them?'"

"I have to agree with Elsa," Anna said. "I'm not too keen on the idea of being thought of as just Elsa's girlfriend."

"Well, we should do something," Olaf urged. "All together and hang out or whatever."

"What do you think we should do, then?" Sitron asked.

"We could just hang out in the hotel room and play games," Marshmallow suggested.

"Get hammered," Sitron added.

Everyone fell silent and exchanged looks, having a silent agreement that it sounded like the perfect way to celebrate the declaration of love between Elsa and Anna.

Something about being backstage of a concert was still magical to Anna. Seeing how the shows ran from behind the scenes and it continued to baffle her that she was a part of how they came together. She spent her afternoon pushing equipment across the stage and running errands for Kristoff or Sven. Picked up lunch for the band, had a quick make-up/make-out session with Elsa in her dressing room, and then returned to work.

Although the backstage stuff was fun and glamorous, Anna didn't really get to sit out in the audience and watch the shows. She saw them from the wings or on monitors in the hallways of the theatre or stadium— wherever the band happened to be playing. She even watched them from the catwalks above the stage, eyes following the top of Elsa's head as she danced away on stage.

She decided to ask Oaken if it was okay for her to go out and watch the concert from the audience and he said she should be fine if she showed her band ID to the ushers. And when she flashed it at them, they stepped aside and let her in.

Anna blended in with the crowd and picked her way to the pit, standing front row with a bunch of Dry Ice fanatics who were just waiting for the show to start.

She raised her eyes to the stage and her roadie mind starting calling off the cues and she was reminded that she knew exactly how the show ticked for this specific concert. The opening band had yet to go on and their special drums and guitars were on stage waiting for them. She waited patiently for them, recalling the first time she stood in a theatre to see Dry Ice.

It was so crowded and loud, just like this concert was, although Rapunzel wasn't talking her ear off this time. She caught bits and pieces of conversations discussing the opening act or how hot Elsa was or something about one of the other band members. Somebody asked their friend if she thought Olaf was gay and Anna had to suppress a bark of laughter.

The opening band came and went, a cover band for Panic! At the Disco and they weren't that bad. But Anna had snuck in here for the main event and that was what she was anticipating the most. For the first time in a long time, she was watching their show as a spectator rather than an employee.

Suddenly the theatre went dark and everyone started to scream, unlike back in Arendelle when everyone fell silent in awe. Anna cheered along with them, clapping her hands and hollering Elsa's name in a chant, bringing those around her along and they started chanting, too.

Figures rushed on stage and Sitron started to thump out a pounding beat, quickly followed by Marshmallow slamming on his drums, and finally Olaf shredding on his guitar. Anna knew exactly where to look for Elsa's entrance, zeroing her attention on stage-right until there was the unmistakable thud of combat boots amplified by the sound equipment.

The cheering grew and drowned the boots out but it didn't matter. Elsa was center stage and the lights illumined her.

Anna felt her heart beat fast at the sight of her girlfriend right above her on stage. Teal eyes were gazing up at her just like everyone else in the front row of the pit but she knew she was the one whose breath was taken away the most.

Elsa looked powerful.

So powerful, as though she could wipe out the entire room with one lift of her well groomed brows. As though she could silence the world with a glare. As though she could make everyone fall to their knees and Anna knew these people would gladly do so for their queen.

After everything that happened between the two of them with Elsa's vulnerability in front of Anna and all the emotions she showed, Anna forgot just how damn incredibly different Elsa was on stage. How she looked like the leader of an army of mighty warriors and was ready to take down the enemy at any time no matter the cost.

The first song was Platinum Blonde Life by No Doubt, a song that Anna knew Elsa loved and adored. And during the length of the song, her hips were working like crazy and Anna was so glad that she knew the power of those things. She felt a twinge of arousal spike in her abdomen but fought through it, trying to focus on the concert itself and would take care of it some other time.

With each new song, Anna swayed more and more along with the beat, calling out each band member's name to give them equal support. During a guitar solo, she knew she was the loudest person fan-girling over Olaf, save for a few people up in the nosebleed seats.

Just like every concert, Elsa took a moment to address the audience.

"Day one in this lovely city and I'm already loving the energy here," she said, earning a roar of approval. "How many of you are seeing us twice this week?" The building was practically shaking with the response they gave Elsa. She grinned. "That's excellent to hear. I hope I've done a good job for all of you but I wouldn't be here, of course, without this amazing team behind me." She gestured to her bandmates as the crowd cheered.

Anna was pleased Elsa made sure to include the boys. Olaf was smiling bashfully and rubbing the back of his neck, Sitron was thrusting his fists in the air and getting some love thrown his way, and Marshmallow was waving kindly as if he was in the Macy's parade in New York.

"And there's also the team backstage, although some of them seemed to have vanished…" Elsa glanced stage-left where Anna usually frequented her duties.

The redhead grinned and simply stared at Elsa dead on, waiting for her to get the chills that someone was staring intensely at her. And Elsa continued to talk for a while about the tour and how she would be performing in Wisconsin for two nights.

Then she paused.

"Elsa?" Olaf said into his mic, noticing her hesitance. "You okay?"

Icy eyes slid onto Anna and stared right back. The younger girl winked and Elsa smirked before turning to Olaf.

"Yeah, buddy, I'm great." Elsa stole another quick glance at Anna and then said, directly to her but it looked as though she was talking to the entire audience, "What do you want to hear next?"

"An unrehearsed number?" Anna said, though her voice was drowned out by the screams to requests by audience members. Elsa, however, was able to read her lips and gave her the shadow of a nod. "Uh… Poker Face?" It was the first song that popped into her head and Elsa raised her eyes to the ceiling, nodding her head and contemplating the idea.

"Okay," Elsa said. "Boys, we're doing Poker Face. Requested by a rather attractive ginger in the audience."

Understanding who she was talking about, they all dove into the song without a second thought, Sven cranking up the effects and improvising beautifully. Elsa paid special attention to where she was thrusting her hips, giving Anna quite the show but she was laughing more than responding with lusty eyes. Elsa was being absolutely goofy just for her and Anna loved that even though she was in a sea of fans, all that mattered was the two of them. Even Elsa's dancing was ridiculous and fun to watch, Anna mimicking her moves so it seemed like they were dancing together.

Anna was filled with such joy to know that underneath the stoic, enticing, sexual rockstar was a sensitive, dorky, adorable girl that loved her unconditionally. Loved her. Nobody else.

By the end of the show, Anna was sticky with sweat from being packed in a pit like sardines in a can but she didn't care. She was screaming her voice away as the band gave a final bow, her hands raw from clapping so hard.

She had to sneak into the pit more often.

Able to maneuver herself backstage with ease, Anna returned to the band's dressing room. Elsa swept her off her feet and gave her a deep kiss, smiling against Anna's lips.

"You sneak," she snickered, setting Anna down.

"Yup. You guys were great tonight," Anna said, kissing Elsa's cheek. "Thanks for taking my request, by the way. Sorry that it was the only thing I could come up with on the spot."

"No, that was fun!" Olaf chimed. "It was sorta of like déjà vu with you out in the audience again."

"Do that more often, actually," Elsa said seriously. "For some reason, having you out there makes it less frightening for me."

Anna furrowed her brows. "How?"

"Remember when we first met and I told you that you were like a good luck charm but I didn't know exactly why?" Elsa said, guiding Anna to sit down with her on the couch.

"Yeah…?"

"Well, I think I know why now. Because I can put on a show for you. Not for everyone else. I wanna make you scream my name— and not in the sexual way, Sitron, shut your mouth." Behind her, Sitron was just about to make a comment but he clamped up, sending Marshmallow a surprised look. "I want to please you and you're my only audience member when I know you're out there. It's easier to have you out there than in the wings."

"Huh…" Anna pursed her lips. "That actually sort of makes sense… and it's also incredibly flattering."

"What about when Kristoff needs help with the set?" Marshmallow pointed out.

Elsa grimaced. "Yeah, I suppose there's that, too."

"Well, she can do it every other show," Sitron suggested. "So during some she's working as a roadie and others she's your life support in the audience."

"Maybe I should have been doing that since day one," Anna said with a light chuckle.

"But I didn't know I was in love with you yet," Elsa cooed, kissing her tenderly.

"Mm… you're a cutie," Anna giggled.

Sitron and Olaf made gagging noises as Marshmallow smiled awkwardly.

"It's worse!" Olaf cried dramatically, falling to his knees. "Them being in love is far worse than simply dating!"

"God help us!" Sitron teased, joining Olaf on the floor and clasping his hands in prayer.

"I hate you all," Elsa growled.

Just as they all agreed, drinking was in order to celebrate their declaration of love no matter how "gag-inducing" it was for the rest of the band. They made their way into Elsa and Anna's hotel room and broke into the mini bar along with several packs of beer they bought at a liquor store.

It was well into the early hours of morning and everyone was still awake, playing a combination of a drinking game and strip-poker. So far, Elsa was down to her bra but still had her pants and underwear on, Anna was on the verge of losing her shirt but and her socks and shoes had been discarded, Olaf just lost his shoes and right sock, Sitron was seething in his boxer shorts, Marshmallow was in T-shirt and jeans, Kristoff mirrored Elsa in amount of articles lost, and Sven already lost miserably, sulking in an arm chair with a towel around his waist and a disgruntled blush on his face.

And each time someone lost, they had to not only remove their clothes but take a large swig of their drink. They were all joyfully tipsy, talking loudly and enjoying themselves.

"I call your bluff," Olaf said to Anna.

"I'm not bluffing!" slurred the redhead.

"Then lemme see them cards, Christiansen."

Anna pursed her lips and threw down her pair of aces. Olaf merely smirked and revealed he had a full house.

"Awh, fucking shit!" Anna whined.

"Take it off!" Elsa cheered as her girlfriend removed her T-shirt, exposing her tanned and freckled stomach and black bra. "Take a swig, babe." The blonde lifted Anna's beer and Anna took it, gulping down the last of her drink.

"Kristoff, toss me another," Anna said. "And screw you, Olaf."

"Love you, too," Olaf grinned, shuffling the cards. "But not as much as Elsa does."

"You're damn right about that," Elsa said, pressing a lingering kiss to Anna's cheek, the punk already a few beers deep.

"Control yourself, silly," Anna giggled. "Play the game! Olaf, stop cheating with those cards and pass them out."

"I'm not cheating!" protested the guitarist.

"Plaaaay," Anna urged.

"Wait, no, everyone go away," Elsa mumbled. "I wanna have some private time with my muse."

"Els, no, you're drunk," Sitron snickered. "Have your make up sex when you're sober so you can remember yourself crying about how much you hurt— ow!" Marshmallow had thrown an empty beer can at his forehead. "Fuck, why am I getting shit thrown at me!?"

"Because you're a jerk," Marshmallow chuckled.

"Okay, Elsa, you should go rest yourself," Anna said calmly. "You have another show to do tomorrow."

The blonde pouted but stumbled to her feet anyway, collapsing on the bed on her back. Sven was given his clothes back and the boys helped Anna clean up their mess. They left to their rooms and Anna climbed on top of the bed beside a now snoozing Elsa, wrapping her arm around her waist and cuddling into her.

For the rest of concerts in the city, Anna would switch from being in the audience to being back stage. Elsa would focus on Anna whenever she needed to, watching the redhead dance to the music and make silly faces at the lead singer. The blonde would get a burst of energy and found it easier to be calmed from Anna when she was in the pit rather than glancing at her as she stood in the wings.

The boys also found Anna's presence in the audience fun. She would mime playing a guitar as Olaf performed a solo and he would grin at her, trying to play his best in order to get her to chant his name. Anna found that giving Sitron a series glare but playing an air bass at him made it hard for him to keep a straight face. She even pretended to play the drums and Marshmallow caught her wild movements and upped his game, smiling to himself.

She was the perfect little entertainer for them all and Anna was glad she was finally serving her original purpose of ensuring Elsa did her best on stage.

When the concerts finished, things were piled back into the bus and they were on the road for Wisconsin. Anna and Elsa spent a lot of time in Elsa's room, the blonde trying to figure out what she would say to her mother. She was getting irritable fast the closer they got to Milwaukee and Anna knew they had to steer off topic.

So their make up sex ensued for the rest of the evening.

They arrived in Milwaukee in the late afternoon, Elsa sitting awkwardly in the booth with her McDonald's lunch spread in front of her, untouched. Anna sat next to her and rubbed her back soothingly.

"You're gonna be fine," she told her.

"You realize this is probably gonna backfire on me," Elsa mumbled.

"Then I take full responsibility for that since I'm the one who encouraged you to talk to her in the first place."

"Mm…"

"I'm gonna be with you every step of the way." Anna curled her fingers around Elsa's hand and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Don't worry about it."

"I am worrying about it," Elsa said hotly. "I haven't spoken to my mother since I was eighteen. What am I even supposed to say to her when I knock on the door?"

"Just say hello," Anna suggested.

Elsa sent her a deadpan look. "Hello? Really? That's your master plan?"

"It's easy to say. You go from there."

The boys in the bus were keeping their distance from the conversation and were planning their own visits to their families when they get into town. Olaf and Marshmallow were going to see their parents and maybe visit their grandparents if they had time. Sitron was going to return to his Uncle's farm where his mother and father were currently spending the summer. Kristoff and Sven didn't have families in Wisconsin, of course, so they were discussing tourists attractions they could visit while the rest of the group goes off on their own.

"What if she slams the door in my face?" Elsa said quietly, looking into Anna's face nervously.

"Then she's a bitch," Anna said flatly. "She's not giving you a chance to explain yourself nor is she trying to rectify her mistakes."

Elsa fell silent and reached for her fries, munching on them thoughtfully instead. Anna propped her feet up on the booth across from them and rubbed Elsa's leg in show of her support.

Impending doom struck Elsa in the chest as Oaken announced they were about to reach Milwaukee city limits. While the boys cheered in excitement, Elsa sunk into her seat and covered her face with her gloved hands.

The closer they got, the paler Elsa became. Oaken pulled into a lone parking lot of a super store and parked. Elsa watched as her friends left the bus, wishing her luck and heading off to see their families, Kristoff and Sven off to go see some sights. Oaken was going to hang back until they returned to the bus to watch it before he went to visit his own family.

"You ready?" Anna asked.

"No."

"Do you wanna back out now?"

"No."

Anna scooted out of the booth, Elsa close behind her. The blonde grabbed her black jacket, popped the collar, and rolled up the sleeves. She took in a deep breath and started to head out, Anna rushing to catch up, pulling on her Converse as she went.

"Is it walking distance?" Anna said.

"It's not too far from here," Elsa mumbled, reaching behind her for Anna's hand.

The redhead grabbed it quickly, getting yanked over to step in time with Elsa even though she hadn't finished tying her shoes.

"Wait, Elsa, slow down," Anna pleaded.

"I can't."

"Why not!?"

"Because if I do, I'm gonna turn around and never go back."

Anna shut her mouth after that, understanding that Elsa wasn't going to be talked down now that she was in the zone. She was hating what she was doing but she knew herself enough to push through it. And with Anna on her side, Elsa didn't feel so alone.

Eventually, they were able to walk at an easy pace that didn't make Anna trip over herself the entire time. Elsa's grip on Anna's hand was preventing circulation from passing through her fingers but Anna didn't dare say anything. She kept glancing at the determined expression on her girlfriend's face, yet she could see terror in her icy eyes.

They reached a small neighborhood and Elsa swallowed anxiously, shaking in her combat boots.

"I've got you," Anna whispered. "C'mon, take me there."

Elsa nodded softly and started to tug Anna along. She sized up her old neighborhood and pursed her lips.

"It hasn't changed… all these years it hasn't changed a bit," Elsa hummed thoughtfully. "I bet the Jacksons still live next door."

"It's a rather quaint area," Anna said with a wry smile. "The grass is all dried up, though."

Elsa smirked at the yellowing lawns. "Yeah, it always happened during the summer. We let our grass go dry until the fall."

"At least you conserve some water."

A chuckle, "No, we were all just lazy. At least, this neighborhood is."

They walked for a little while longer until they came to a white-paneled house with a light blue door. The grass, like the others, was dying in the summer heat but the rose bushes lining the front porch were neat, trimmed, and green, little buds struggling to sprout.

"This is it, huh?" Anna said, trying to cut through the thick tension hanging in the air.

"Yeah," Elsa said darkly. "This is where I grew up."

Anna would have liked to take a step back and appreciate the nostalgic meaning behind Elsa's words, explore where her girlfriend grew up and learned the way of the world. But knowing the pain it brought her to be here and face her toughest demon drowned away the idea.

She had spent such a long time staring at the house that she didn't realize Elsa had let go of her hand and started walking up the path. She shook her head to snap herself out of it and caught up with Elsa as the punk slowly made her way up the porch steps.

Elsa took a deep breath and let her shoulders relax. Then, slowly, she raised a fist and knocked.

Cliffhanger! You'll find out what happens next time. Plenty of family drama ;)

IMPORTANT:
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