I was literally singing the single version of Let It Go when I came up with this concept. I know it's been done before but I really wanted to do my own version of it.

Ladies and Gentlemen… I present to you a punk!Elsa and roadie!Anna Elsanna AU fan fiction.
I probably shouldn't even update this because I'm already booked on fan fictions but I can't help myself.
Save me.
The genre is kind of… everywhere. It's Humor/Romance/Drama/Friendship/teeny bit of Angst/Hurt/Comfort. Like I said— everywhere.

For those of you who read "Sun Kissed," you all voted and I tallied it up. Scars of a Façade won by a landslide. Thanks to those who voted!

Rated M for mature content, swearing, future smut, the mention of smut, and Elsa being a sexy-ass-mother-fucker.

Disclaimer FOR THE ENTIRE STORY: Disney owns the Frozen Franchise and any other Disney characters mentioned. Whatever I use that is copyrighted or whatever, like Coke or something like that, does NOT belong to me. The cover art is by dilautris on Tumblr.

Thank you.

"The newest rock sensation is sweeping the nation, taking every single radio station by storm with their hit single 'Let It Go.' Everyone is fan-girling (be they male or female) over them, screaming their names at the top of their voices when they are spied on television, speaking on the radio, or at one of their inexpensive concerts.

The band is called Dry Ice. A mashup of punk, rock, and alternative music being ever present behind them. Mainly a cover band, they found success in their single as it took the world by storm overnight.

Newspapers are full of articles, local talk shows speak highly of the group, and almost every paparazzi craves to get a picture of at least one the band members on a daily basis. Their merchandise is seen for split seconds at local Hot Topics before they are swiped off the shelves by fanatics. Stores sell many knock off versions of the band's T-shirts but people buy them anyway, wanting to claim any and all related items as their own.

But the biggest star in the sky is the lead singer of the band. A sexual, smirking, and devious girl at the early age of twenty-two. Everyone loves her, desires of getting one measly selfie with her, having her high-five them during a concert, and a simple scrap of paper with her autograph on it flaring in every adolescent all across the country.

Fans everywhere had this to say:

'She's sooooo hot.'

'She can turn any gay guy straight and any straight girl gay in an instant.'

'Her smirk is rumored to cause the end of the world… but, like, in a good way.'

'This magazine put a sexy level on a scale of one to her and, well, I think that's pretty f*cking awesome. No one is sexier than she is.'

'If she were to offer a one night stand, I would so take that opportunity. I mean, if I didn't have a boyfriend.'

'I'd go gay for her in an instant, are you kidding? I think we all have a crush on her no matter what our sexuality is.'

'Her f*cking hip action, Jesus Christ. It turns me on.'

'Is it normal to want to… wait, never mind, what I'm about to say is probably not gonna look good on paper. Just know that it's really dirty.'

Who is the icon that is causing every fan to swoon head over heels for? The icon setting the bar for punk-style clothes all around. The icon blowing up every magazine cover with her gorgeous face.

Her name is Elsa. Or as her fans adoringly call her: Snow Queen Elsa whilst on stage. Across the country, you can find at least one fan mimicking her signature look: A long braid that is "messily perfect," dark blue tank tops, and a pair of fingerless gloves.

The gloves are the thing Elsa is never seen without. And the band sticks with it as well. Guitarist Olaf, drummer Marshmallow, and bassist Sitron all don the fingerless gloves. The style has also swept the nation, stores completely out of the product everywhere. Fans are also going to great lengths trying to copy Elsa's tattoos— or at least grab ones that hold lyrics from her hit single.

Everyone is going completely gaga for Dry Ice, needless to say. The official 'Let It Go' summer tour is on its way so everyone save up for tickets and gas money if you want to follow them in their debut concert tour!"

Anna looked up from her salad as her cousin Rapunzel finished reading the article in the Arendelle Issues, a local magazine in their mountain town. They were sitting outside a café on their college campus, the warm, early summer air buzzing around them and other students milling about. Everyone was excited for the legendary Dry Ice was on their way to grace the town of Arendelle with their presence.

Rapunzel was practically gushing at the article, grinning stupidly at a picture of Elsa smirking at the camera with Olaf— a lanky dude of twenty-one with spiky white hair— in a headlock in her left arm and Marshmallow— Olaf's younger, much bulkier brother with messy white hair— in her right arm. Sitron— black hair with frosted tips— was jumping behind the group with his tongue sticking out. Anna glanced down at it, too, but didn't share Rapunzel's similar enthusiasm.

"I really don't see what all the fuss is about," Anna said truthfully.

Almost as if she had been personally offended, Rapunzel gasped and gaped at Anna. "Are you fucking kidding me!? You love 'Let It Go!'"

"I enjoy it but I'm not in love with them," Anna said with a shrug. "They don't play my kind of music."

Rapunzel scoffed and folded her arms across her chest, leaning back in her seat.

"You just don't understand," Rapunzel said sharply. She jabbed the picture of the band with her finger. "Look at them all! I want to have everyone's babies!"

"Dude…"

The brunette snatched the magazine up and shoved it underneath her cousin's nose.

"Look at them!" she cried.

"I see them! But I don't have an urge to have their children!" Anna said, swiping away the magazine with a heavy roll of her eyes.

"Well, whatever your opinion is, you're gonna be my date to the concert when they show up this weekend," Rapunzel told her firmly. "Eugene bailed."

"So glad I'm your backup plan," Anna muttered, stabbing her salad with her fork.

"Oh, no, honey. I didn't mean it like that," Rapunzel said quickly, trying to smooth it over. "I love spending time with you."

"Great save," Anna said sarcastically. "I'm actually sort of looking forward to it. I haven't been to a concert since… well, never." She smiled. "It'll be fun. But does it have to be a Sunday night? I start my finals in the morning."

"Saturday was sold out in the next town over," Rapunzel said. "It's a shame because I would have driven out there if I had the chance but when I asked for tickets, the chick on the phone laughed in my fucking ear. So I settled for Sunday. There was no way in hell I was gonna miss the show of a lifetime."

"It's hardly a show of a life—"

Rapunzel cut Anna off with a death glare and Anna giggled, raising her hands chest high in surrender. The brunette immediately dropped her attention back at the article, flipping through the pictures of the band. Anna observed her cousin, noting the fingerless gloves that were supposedly the same kind Elsa wore and how her choppy brown hair was in a french braid that traveled down from the crown of her head to the elastic band struggling to hold the end in place at the nape of her neck. Almost every girl in town was trying to copy Elsa's look— as the magazine pointed out— and every guy was attempting to either do some gender swap version of Elsa or dress like one of the guys in the band.

There was no doubting it, Anna thought, Elsa was a rather attractive girl. Still young and incredibly talented. Attractive to many people, girls and boys alike. But it was hardly anything that the redhead paid much attention to. It was true what she had said, though. She enjoyed their covers but it wasn't something she listened to religiously. The only song she actually obsessed over for a while was the single "Let It Go."

And damn Elsa could sing like no other. Anna liked to sing, too, and attempted to sing the song herself but was unable to belt out some of the larger, longer notes. It saddened her so she gave up the goal, soon switching to her usual pop and college rock music whilst she studied.

Anna was nearing the end of her sophomore year in college and had just turned nineteen that April. She was hoping to transfer to a university deeper in the state by the end of this term but all she received from the other ends was dead silence. So her hopes were dwindling fast but, ever the optimist, she kept her fingers crossed.

Her plan that summer was to spend it studying, reading up on everything she could on becoming a teacher. To work hard and lock herself in her room on the weekdays and hang out with friends on weekends. Rapunzel wasn't as motivated as she was but that was mostly because of the whole Dry Ice sensation. Which didn't bother Anna much… until her classmates gawked at her for not donning the similar outfits that everyone else was.

She had no interest in blending in with the group. All Elsa talked about in interviews was being yourself and not act like everyone else, yet everyone wanted to act like her. In her defense, Anna was just taking Elsa's words by heart. Otherwise, she stuck to her button down plaid shirts and jeans.

And another thing. Everyone was rushing to get piercings like Elsa had. Ranging from cartridge piercings to snowflake shaped ones on their lobes. And also rushing to ink their bodies up with tattoos. Anna was perfectly content with her simple, identical ear piercings holding her birth stone and her body ink free, thank you very much.

Whatever the case, Anna was the only one who didn't give into the need to be just like the up and coming pop star. She was never one to follow the crowd anyway.

When Rapunzel had approached her with an extra ticket, Anna had accepted casually, thinking that a night out watching a new band for free wasn't going to be too bad. She was interested in how they played live anyway so it was a win-win for her. All she had to do, according to Rapunzel, was sing along with at least song through the course of the evening.

"They're mostly a cover band anyway," Rapunzel had reasoned, "so you'll know some of their songs. And I know you know 'Let It Go' by heart anyway."

Now that it was Friday, Rapunzel was on the edge of her sanity, preparing for a night of extreme screaming and singing. Anna… not so much. She was excited to see them but wasn't as ecstatic as her starstruck cousin was. Anna wondered if Rapunzel would leave Eugene— her boyfriend of three years— if Elsa's offered to have a one night stand with her like that one interviewed fan suggested. Then again, Rapunzel wasn't that obsessed.

Anna returned to her lunch, glancing up at the cover of the magazine where Elsa was posed rather scandalously, her smile soft but seductive with her ever present fingerless gloves over her hands.

Was she really that big of a deal?

That question was quickly answered as she and Rapunzel headed towards the outdoor theatre housing the "concert of a lifetime" a few miles away from her college campus. It was packed fit to burst with fans of the band. Everyone there was wearing some kind of Dry Ice memorabilia on their bodies, chatting noisily before the concert began.

Anna stuck her hands in her jacket pocket self-consciously realizing she was the only one not wearing fingerless gloves. She wondered if the supply and demand of the gloves was skyrocketing across the United States.

There weren't any seats in the amphitheater so everyone was putting up a fight to the death to get to the front, right underneath the stage and in Elsa's touching range. Rapunzel had Anna in one hand and was using the other to shove other people out of the way, claiming she had more of a right to the front than anyone else. Eventually she was cowered back to the second row by a group of nasty girls with rather ugly scowls. Rapunzel wasn't very happy with the arrangement but decided not to complain after Anna told her it was as close as she was probably ever gonna get.

Dry Ice didn't come on until ten that night, which was a little annoying to Anna because she had hoped she would be back in her dorm early to squeeze in the tiniest bit of studying before she conked out. Apparently, that wasn't going to happen and her plan B was to cram on her way to class.

So she waited in the moist summer air with a bouncy Rapunzel on her left hand side, listening to the less popular opening band: some all boys group that was from a few towns over. A couple of people recognized them and cheered them on but almost everyone else was holding out for Dry Ice.

When the main boy of the group announced that Dry Ice would be out in ten minutes, the entire theatre erupted in applause and fanatic screaming. Anna grinned, cringing at the blast of voices clashing together (and the fact that her cousin was a legendary screamer didn't help either).

Lights had come up for the time being until the band of the night was to arrive. The fans were talking again and Anna heard bits and pieces of the conversations abound.

"D'you think she'll sign my CD?" "Maybe. All I want is for her to look at me." Was one.

Another was: "Hey, how much you wanna bet she'll wiggle her hips like— that?" "Dude, gross, you seriously killed the entire act." "Oh, shut the fuck up, once she does it right you'll get back into it."

Her favorite by far was this one she overheard in the middle: "…so god damn sexual. I think she's a lesbian but she has all these super cute guys as her bandmates. Maybe she sleeps with them, I don't fucking know." A laugh, "I have no clue but I know that everyone wants to get into those pants of hers." "Hell, I know I do."

Sometime in the wait, Anna smelled the ever-so-wonderful scent of pot in the back. She wrinkled her nose but didn't comment. Someone was bound to get high at a concert anyway. All she prayed about was not getting some weird contact high.

Finally, the lights started to dim and the theatre went absolutely silent. Everybody was holding their breath and Anna found herself doing the same. It was so quiet that she could hear the chirping of crickets in the fields surrounding the theatre. The sky was much brighter above them all, making the stars look like they were in attendance to the concert as well.

Smoke billowed on stage and three silhouettes scampered on to greet their awaiting instruments. One bulky shadow overtook the drums, a lankier shadow had a guitar slung over his shoulder, and the final shadow— also rather lanky but with a bigger build than the guitarist— fingered a bass that was firm in his grip.

Silence still.

Then a voice rang out into the night air. A cold, raspy, seductive voice that made the wind freeze and the trees quiver.

"Arendelle."

And a figure rose up from underneath the stage, clutching a microphone stand. Suddenly, lights flashed all at once on the figure, alighting Elsa herself.

Anna still wondered how she had managed to keep her hearing that night. Because as soon as the lights hit her, the entire crowd blew up in deafening shouts, slowly turning into a mantra bearing the punk's name.

Her eyes were closed, her gloved hands on the mic before her. She was wearing a blue tank top, a black jacket that was shoved past her elbows, skinny jeans with her scuffed up combat boots over them, and her many piercings were twinkling in the spotlights.

Slowly, she raised her head and her icy blue eyes snapped open, a brilliant, snow white grin flashing on her face. She thrust a fist in the air, platinum blonde braid swishing behind her, and shut her fans up.

"Are you ready?" she asked, still sultry as ever.

The crowd boomed their approval.

"Then let's go, my loves," she said, lips brushing over the mic.

Anna, along with everyone else, found themselves under her spell as Olaf started playing the first song of the night, Marshmallow and Sitron jumping in. And once Elsa opened her mouth and picked up on the first verse, everyone was clapping along.

And maybe it was just her imagination, but Anna could have sworn Elsa was staring at her throughout the first two sets. She didn't tear her teal eyes away, however, because those icy eyes were so enticing. She did question her sanity, hoping that she wasn't going to become a fanatic like Rapunzel was just because an insanely hot girl was staring her down that night.

It was also that night Anna understood what "hip action" everyone was talking about. Elsa was some sort of artist when it came to making her hips swivel in those tight jeans. If this were the fifties, Anna mused humorously, people wouldn't be able to stand the sexual usage of those god-given hips. It was like she was making love to the crowd with each tiny hip-pop and sashay. And they swayed deliciously when she strutted across the stage like she owned the place. She probably would have been able to snatch it for herself no questions asked with one swish of her hips.

She took a moment to address her worshipers, standing dead center on the stage. Her arm not holding the mic spread, as if she were trying to gather the crowd into a hug. And what a hug that would have been. People would have collapsed by a single touch of her hair on their skin so just imagine what a hug would do.

Anna hoped there were ambulances waiting outside the theatre just in case.

"So… glad all of you could make it tonight," Elsa told them, marveling at their applause. "I heard that Arendelle wasn't a party town—" A series of boos followed. "—but whoever said that is fucking wrong." The cheers reared up again. "I have to thank you guys, you made this night possible. With all the support you're sending our way we can finally afford a proper tour bus."

"Yeah, one that isn't Sitron's disgusting van," Olaf laughed into the microphone supplied to him.

"Screw you," Sitron snapped, scowling and flipping the guitarist off.

Elsa chuckled into her microphone, raising a hand behind her. "All right, boys, let's all get along. We don't want to fight in front of our fans, do we?" She turned and faced front, her legs slightly spread in a power stance. "We don't like fighting with each other. Families don't do that… however, when you get these losers together with a game of Guitar Hero and Marshmallow beats Olaf… there's always a scuffle or two."

Sitron and Marshmallow howled with laughter as Olaf colored, sending Elsa a rather reproachful look. Elsa snickered, the audience before them laughing, too.

"Sorry, Olaf, baby. I didn't mean to embarrass you," Elsa promised, crossing her heart. Her attention returned to the audience. "Anyway, my loves. Why don't I throw some more music your way?" Everyone announced their approval for the umpteenth time that night. "Do you all know how to raise your glass?" she asked, earning several screams and shouts. "Show me!"

And a cover of the song Raise Your Glass started up behind her, the crowd started singing along. When the chorus hit, everyone— even Anna— stuck their fists in the air. Even as a cover band, they played the songs flawlessly and with as much gusto as the original artists. It got everybody going, that was for sure.

There was still that haunting thought in Anna's head that Elsa was staring at her through the next song. She stared right back and even raised an eyebrow at her. Elsa didn't send her one back but smiled, closing her eyes to return her attention to somewhere in the middle of the audience.

The last song of the night was her hit single and the voices of all rose up into the air like some kind of chant to a goddess, singing an anthem to the one woman that made them fall to their knees in a hypnotic prayer. And Elsa was eating it up, basking in the amount of undying affection from the crowd. Each cheer, each word sung out to her, each cry of someone's love for her resonated in the star, her voice getting stronger and more intense.

When the song was over, the applause was deafening-. more so than the ones before. Anna was cheering politely, clapping and whooping, getting nudged rather hard by her ever-so-enthusiastic cousin as she leapt up and down, ecstatic tears shining in her eyes.

Elsa bowed low and then came back up, grinning at her admirers.

"Thank you, Arendelle," she breathed into the mic. "I love you."

Everyone chanted her name as she made a round along the edge of the stage, smacking the hands of those in the front row, before blowing them all kisses, giving them the "rock on" sign with her hands, her tongue sticking out, and bounding off stage. Her bandmates all did their goodbyes before heading on after her, high-fiving themselves and hooting in victory.

Rapunzel kept Anna still and said into her ear, "Wait. I don't want to be stuck in a traffic jam."

So the girls squished themselves together as others pushed by to head to their cars, the euphoria steaming off them all. Some concert-goers stopped, however, and started to whisper frantically and excitedly to each other as someone tall shoved his way towards the two waiting cousins.

It was the guitarist, Olaf. Or as his fans lovingly called him: the Snowman. His spiky white hair was sticking up like a porcupine's needles, he wore a muscle tank with the bold words "free hugs" on the front, black skinny jeans, and white sneakers. On his right shoulder, wrapping around his bicep, was the tattooed phrase "I like warm hugs" in cursive writing. His fingerless gloves were a dark brown and he had one eyebrow piercing above his right eye.

As soon as he stopped in front of them, Rapunzel let out the tiniest cry, daring to believe that one of the members of Dry Ice was standing before her. Anna blinked up at him, wondering what he could have possibly wanted.

"You… uh…" Rapunzel spluttered. Anna guessed her beloved cousin would have fainted if her undying need to be cool in front of the band member didn't out weigh her fan-girling.

"Hi," he said cheerfully. "I'm Olaf."

"We know," Anna said, nodding once. "Are you lost?"

He laughed. "Nope. Elsa told me she wanted to see the cute ginger in the crowd wearing a trashy college sweatshirt." He eyed her and nodded to himself. "I'm guessing that's you."

Anna narrowed her eyes at the shrewd comment at her expense. She loved this stupid sweatshirt. It kept her warm on the nights her heater gave out during her cram sessions for winter finals. And it had been with her since freshman year, her first purchase in any college related items.

"Why?" she asked shortly, earning a sharp jab in the ribs by Rapunzel's elbow.

"Hell if I know," Olaf said with a shrug. "But she wants to see you." He stuck a thumb over his shoulder. "C'mon, I'll show you backstage."

Anna sent Rapunzel a glance that she thought clearly shouted "help" but Rapunzel misinterpreted it as "should I?" The brunette shoved Anna forward, telling her she'd be waiting by the car. Before Anna knew it, she was being lead through a crowd of Dry Ice fanatics backstage to meet the star everyone was obsessing over.

Olaf had her by the hand as they entered a side door next to the stage. Tech crew was starting to clear everything up and maintenance was tending to the garbage left over by the fans. Anna was craning her neck, not particularly thrilled to being dragged in here against her will.

There was a large bodyguard dressed in a fuzzy black sweater who went by the name of Oaken when Olaf addressed him, explaining he had a guest for Elsa. He stepped aside to reveal a door Anna didn't even know was there the man was so gigantic. Olaf winked at her from over his shoulder before pushing it open.

The room was occupied by three other people. Marshmallow was sitting on a couch provided for them in a white leather jacket with spikes on the shoulder pads over a black T-shirt, dark blue jeans, white fingerless gloves, and white sneakers. His hair was shaved on the left side of his head, the white bouncy locks that were left falling over his right eye. He was drinking a beer as he skimmed over an article in a magazine, his entire, humungous body taking the couch over. He wasn't as big as Oaken, Anna noted, and guessed Marshmallow did a hell of a lot of push ups or something. Sitron was smoking a cigarette by the window. He wore a tan shirt with a black jacket over it, torn jeans, a nose piercing, black sneakers, and black gloves. He blew a ring of smoke into the air, grinning at it almost cockily.

Finally, there was Elsa herself, taking large swigs of her water bottle, a towel hanging around her neck. Anna could see her arms now, her jacket no longer covering them up. On her left shoulder was a tattoo of a snowflake with the phrase/lyric "the cold never bothered me anyway" beneath it and on her right arm was the name of her hit single, going down vertically from the top of her shoulder to her elbow. She was leaning casually against the wall, one of her gloved hands in her pocket.

"Elsa, I have that girl you were talking about here to see ya," Olaf said, flopping into one of the arm chairs.

"I can see that," Elsa said, removing the water from her lips before setting it down on a table.

She looked Anna up and down, making the redhead incredibly nervous that she started fiddling with her hands absentmindedly. Again, she found herself the only person in the room not wearing gloves.

"What's your name, sweetie?" Elsa asked, sauntering over.

"Anna," she replied bluntly.

"Cute." The punk grinned. "Suits you…"

Anna furrowed her brows. "Yeah? Does my trashy college sweatshirt suit me too?"

Elsa laughed. "Oops. Sorry if that insulted you, kid." She shrugged indifferently. "But it is pretty trashy. Not something you should wear to one of my concerts, y'know? Got anything related to us?"

"No."

"Not even gloves?" Elsa raised a hand and wiggled her fingers at Anna.

"Are you kidding me? I couldn't find a pair if I tried."

Elsa laughed again, throwing an arm around Anna's neck. "I like this kid!" she announced to the room. "Get her a beer or something. You smoke? I'm sure Sitron has an extra."

"No, thank you," Anna said, wiggling out of Elsa's grip. "I'm too young to drink anyway… and smoking is bad for you."

"What a goodie-two-shoes," Elsa hissed, smirking evermore.

"You don't smoke either, Els," Olaf reminded her.

"Not the point," Elsa said to him, her eyes still on Anna. "How old are you, Anna?"

"Nineteen."

"That makes sense…"

Elsa was actually very intrigued with this girl. If it were any other fan, they would be swooning in front of her and begging for an autograph or something. Anna wasn't falling for any of Elsa's ploys and Elsa liked it. It was a challenge if she ever saw one. She wondered if there was any possible way for her to get Anna to be more open with her. After all, she was Elsa. Anna should consider herself lucky.

The girl was rather cute in a kid sister kind of way. Her face was smothered in freckles and Elsa pondered on how many freckles Anna had on her body since they all clearly couldn't fit on her face. There were so many it appeared as if they were dripping down from her cheeks, peppering her collar bone but quickly blocked by the front of a hood. She also had twin, red braids falling over her chest, that stupid college sweatshirt hiding any and all curves Elsa wanted to see if she had, and a pair of worn out jeans over some knock-off Converse. She saw the hem of a plaid shirt sticking out of the bottom-front of the sweatshirt and tried not to snort.

Typical mountain teenager, Elsa thought.

"Does it really?" Anna countered, folding her arms across her chest and snapping Elsa out of her thoughts.

Right. I was talking to this kid, Elsa reminded herself.

"Well, sure. Too young to drink but old enough to smoke. You're so innocent, it's delicious," Elsa said, drawing closer. "Are you a virgin?"

"How is that your business?" Anna demanded.

"Just wondering, kid," Elsa said defensively. "It's a normal question."

"Maybe for you."

"Just answer it."

"No."

"Why is such a big deal?"

"I'm curious."

"I don't want to share that information with the likes of you."

"Just answer the fucking question!"

Elsa was getting irritated fast. As soon as that last statement rang out, the room fell silent. Anna's lips started to quiver and, for a split second, Elsa thought she had broken the poor girl and made her cry. But Anna started laughing in Elsa's face, stunning the punk and making her smirk slip off her face.

"Oh my god, you're getting upset that I'm not obeying your every command!" Anna teased, grinning at the very thought.

Marshmallow let out a deep bark of laughter at Anna's snide comment, Olaf snickering behind his own bottle of water. Sitron smiled out the window, tapping the ash off his cigarette mindlessly. Elsa drew herself up, trying to hide her flush, displaying her height difference to Anna.

"Are you?" she repeated.

"No, if you must know," Anna said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, so you're not as innocent as you seem," Elsa said, her smirk returning.

"Whatever," Anna said. "What did you want me in here for, anyway?"

"That's right! There was a point to this little chit-chat," Elsa said, strolling away from the redhead. "I wanted to thank you for being my good luck charm. You see, even stars such as myself get nervous during a show and you kept me sane throughout the entire thing." Elsa searched around the vanity for a sharpie. "And I thought you deserved a token of my appreciation. Sitron, you got a piece of paper?"

"There should be one on the table," Sitron said, poking a finger at the coffee table in front of the couch and chair.

Elsa crouched down above the table and uncapped the sharpie, scribbling something down in one fluid motion.

As she did that, someone knocked on the door and Elsa yelled that they could enter. A boy a couple years older than Anna with auburn hair walked in. To Anna's absolute horror, her ex-boyfriend Hans had entered the room, not noticing her petrified gaze.

"You guys almost ready to go? The after party is soon," he said.

"Yeah, yeah, Westerguard," Elsa snapped at him, sending him a glare. "We'll be out in a damn minute."

He grimaced at her attitude. "Can you tell me that nicely?"

"No."

With a roll of his eyes, Hans left the room but not before noticing a paralyzed Anna huddling in the corner. He blinked a few times until a pen cap smacked him in the back of his head.

"Fucking go already!" Elsa ordered.

"Jesus fucking Christ, I'm going," Hans grumbled, slamming the door behind him.

"Don't mind him, baby," Elsa said to Anna, standing up from the table to retrieve the cap, the paper in her hand. "He's a jackass." She approached Anna and handed over the paper, now bearing her autograph. "Here. As a thank you."

"I bet you do this to everyone," Anna said sourly.

"Hey, take it with pride. I only do this to the ones I like," Elsa said, clapping Anna on the shoulder.

"So you'd be the first," Sitron joked. "Elsa hates everyone."

"Fuck you," Elsa growled at him but grinned in spite of herself. "So, thanks, Anna. You should get yourself from Dry Ice stuff. We can use the cash." She winked and bent down, kissing Anna's freckled cheek.

Elsa's soft lips pressed coolly against Anna's warm skin, causing the ginger to freeze. She was struck dumb, her stomach doing all sorts of backflips as Elsa's breath lingered on her face, pulling away with that smirk. She didn't even remember how she left the room. Did someone escort her? Did she leave on her own? Anna couldn't, for the life of her, recall how she ended up in front of her impatient cousin in the empty outdoor parking lot.

"I cannot believe you got her autograph," Rapunzel whined as they drove home. "You don't even like them that much."

"Uh-huh," was all Anna could say, staring out the window with lidded eyes.

"I mean, holy shit, Elsa wanted to see you of all people!" Rapunzel hit the steering wheel with her hand, causing them to jerk slightly on the road. "I've liked them since their first EP! I told you about them. The universe fucking hates me!"

Anna allowed her cousin the liberty to rant. It was all she could do because she knew there was no winning this conversation. Insanely jealous, Rapunzel dropped Anna off in front of her dorm without a simple goodbye. Rolling her eyes, Anna plodded up the stairs to her room and collapsed onto her bed as soon as the door shut. Elsa's signature slipped out of Anna's fingers, floating down to the carpeted floor. Anna's jacket smelled of sweat and smoke, her mind holding the memory of rockstar Elsa's pretentious smirk.

I was planning on ending it earlier but I didn't want to have you guys wait for an Elsa introduction.

The fans' comments about Elsa are a collection of the thoughts of everyone ever (admit it, we're all secretly attracted to Elsa… okay, maybe not so secretly anymore) and the products flying off the shelves is a reference to how the Frozen merchandise is fucking impossible to find because everyone is snatching them left and right. And that hip action is a reference to the fantabulous hip action that Elsa has during let it go when she changes into the ice dress. Because, let's face it, holy fuck she has some mad hip action right there.

I will admit, Anna is slightly out of character but so is Elsa. I like playing around with potential personalities but Anna will eventually become more bubbly and awkward like we all know and love her.

And I know the beginning is similar to Opposites Attract, another Elsanna rockstar kind of thing, but I promise you I will be taking this story on a very different route.

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