So I wrote this a while ago and I was originally going to make this a oneshot on its own as a follow up, but I decided to include this in the main story.

This takes place after the first tour and before the final little section of the last chapter. I hope you guys enjoy! I'll save the sappy goodbyes for the end.

This is super cheesy. Enjoy!

Everything had to perfect down to the last detail. From the decorations to the cake, Elsa knew her first ever birthday celebration with Anna had to be something she'd remember forever. She was pacing the apartment's living room, biting her lip, and looking over what she and the guys had already set up. The colors were bright and vibrant, lovely shades of blue and yellow. There were gorgeous centerpieces on the end-tables, and even the kitchen was beautifully decorated.

"C'mon, Elsa, this is for Anna, you can do better than this," Elsa mumbled to herself, pursing her lips.

"Relax!" Kristoff said from the coffee table, where he was hand painting a banner for Anna's party. "Everything looks great!"

Elsa grimaces and adjusts a few streamers. "I just want it to be perfect."

"Speaking of perfect—check this out!" he chimed, hanging the banner up along the wall with Marshmallow's help. The paint was still wet, and his handwriting was sloppy. He put a lot of love, time, and energy into it, but it was still obvious it was rushed.

Elsa gave him a nervous smile and wry chuckle, lost for words. Sitron gave it a once over before frowning.

"It looks like shit," he deadpanned.

"Fuck off," Kristoff huffed, a gloop of green paint falling right onto Sven's face. "Oh, whoops."

"You should have waited for it to dry," Marshmallow smirked as Sven wiped it off his face.

"We didn't have time. Miss Totally-Whipped-Pants rejected our banners," Sitron said, rolling his eyes at the punk's need for perfection. "This is the best we can do since the kid's birthday is today."

Elsa was harshly reminded why she chose Kristoff to be in charge. All her other band members, though enthusiastic and willing to help, did the worst job she had ever seen with decor. Sitron couldn't properly match colors, Sven was at a total loss, Olaf took too long to even come up with any ideas, and Marshmallow—bless him—did try his best but his giant hands weren't able to make out entr'acte details. Whenever they tried, Elsa would intervene and make things go her way, which made it difficult for them to finish their work if any work was in progress in the first place. Kristoff, however, was the one who was patient with Elsa's finicky attitude, and she decided he would look over the party as she gave Anna her special day before the event.

And to remind her bass player of that, she sent a hard punch into his shoulder. He winced and glared at her, storming out to the balcony to have a cigarette.

"Don't stink up Anna's flowers!" Elsa snapped at him.

"I'm not!" he snapped right back.

"Kristoff, are you sure I can leave you in charge here?" she said, still on edge, licking her finger and using it to wipe away a bit of blue paint off the techie's chin.

"Absolutely," he assured, raising his brows at her.

"Because I don't want anything to happen to this living room."

"What could happen?" Kristoff said with a calm smile. "It's all set!"

She made her way over to the end-tables dressed up for the party, adjusting the flower vases and table cloths. She felt a bit of mucus inch its way out of her nose and she sniffled heavily, using the back of her gloved hand to wipe it away.

She couldn't get sick. Not now. Not on this very important day! She knew she had to fight it, even if it killed her.

Elsa looked up at the kitchen unit to check on the cake and gasped. "Olaf! What are you doing!?"

The guitarist froze, wide-eyed, with his finger covered in frosting inches from his mouth. His eyes darted from Elsa, to the finger, and back again before hiding it behind his back.

"I'm not eating cake," he lied hastily.

"Olaf…" Elsa warned, slowly making her way over to him.

"But it's an ice-cream cake!" he whined.

"And it's for Anna."

"And it's for Anna. . ."

As Elsa turned her back, Olaf slipped his finger in his mouth and swallowed the frosting. Kristoff sent him an unimpressed look and Olaf grinned nervously.

Anna's phone—tucked away in Elsa's back pocket to ensure it didn't wake the redhead—rang out her eight o'clock alarm. The voice of the punk flew out of the speakers, singing her famous anthem. Elsa smiled as she turned off the alarm, affection for her girlfriend swelling in her heart.

"It's time!" she announced, Sitron returning inside from his smoke break.

"It's time!" Olaf repeated, grinning from ear to ear, bounding over to the rest of the group.

"So, what do we do?" Sitron asked.

"I'm not gonna let her in the living room. I'm gonna take her down the stairs, into the hall, and then out. Okay…" She laughed nervously and shot a finger gun at Kristoff. "You sure you got this?"

"I'm sure," he said, smiling at her.

"You were right to use him," Marshmallow said, examining the room around them. "I don't think we could have gotten this place dressed up in time."

"I resent that!" Sitron scoffed. "We could have done it."

"You would have half-assed it," Elsa droned. "Now, don't let anyone in before six."

"I won't," Kristoff promised.

"And don't touch anything… any of you!"

"We're just gonna stand here," Marshmallow said, raising calming hands in an attempt to relax the anxious rockstar.

"I'm probably gonna walk around a little," Olaf mused.

"There's nowhere to walk in this place," Sitron said, gazing around the small apartment.

Elsa started to make her way out of the living room and into the hall that held the stairs. "Keep an eye on that cake!" she yelled at Kristoff.

She shut the living room door, leaving the five boys alone. Sitron sighed deeply and plopped himself down on the couch, kicking up his feet on the coffee table, a drop of green paint falling right on his nose. He glared at Olaf and Marshmallow as they laughed, Sven approaching Kristoff with a grin.

"She thinks you're an idiot!" he teased, ruffling the back of his brother's hair.

"Well, clearly she's wrong!" Kristoff declared, strutting forward and accidentally bumping into the cake stand, almost sending it toppling over. "Whoa!" He quickly fixed it and adjusted the cake-topper—a front to back photo of the entire band. Everyone, he noticed, was staring at him, aghast. He cleared his throat nervously and laughed. "What, it's fine."

"This day is gonna be long, isn't it?" Sitron moaned.

"You might be right about that, buddy," Olaf sighed.

Elsa slowly opened their bedroom door and shut it quietly behind her. She passed by the spring dress she intended on presenting to Anna and tiptoed over to her sleeping beauty. The ginger was sprawled out on her side of the bed, snoozing away the minutes, her hair a bit of a mess. Elsa gave her an adoring smile and crossed over to the bed.

"Psst. Anna," she cooed.

"Mmm. . . yeah?" Anna mumbled sleepily, not fully awake, her biological time clock fighting her to wake up, but her mind willing for more sleep.

"Happy birthday!" Elsa sang.

"To youuuu. . ." Anna replied.

Elsa bit back a laugh. "It's your birthday!" she reminded, rubbing Anna's shoulder to rouse her.

"To meeeee. . . It's my birthday." A stupid smile spread across Anna's face. She was still completely lost in the world of dreams.

This time, Elsa let loose the laughter that was bubbling in her chest. "C'mon!" Elsa threw the covers off Anna, and she finally perked up, realization crashing down on her.

"It's my birthday!" she chimed, now completely awake. "I totally forgot!"

"Mhm," Elsa said, leaning forward and catching Anna's lips in a tender kiss. "And it's going to be perfect."

"Is it now?" Anna giggled, allowing Elsa to help her out of bed.

"Absolutely. Because you've never had a real birthday before. I mean, honestly, a birthday without me isn't real."

"Sure, sure, Elsa." Anna rolled her eyes. "So the nineteen years I've already lived don't count because all the birthdays before were celebrated with my family and friends."

"Exactly." The blonde strolled over to the dress and handed it over. "So I'm here to celebrate properly, and to be your birthday date!"

Anna gasped at the dress, a huge, excited smile lighting her features. It was a gorgeous white dress with sunflowers stitched at the hem, a light brown belt with a gold buckle at the waist, and the straps allowed a dip in the back to show off her freckles that spread across her spine.

She snatched it from Elsa and made a beeline to their closet to shed herself of her pajamas and to try on her brand new dress. As she did so, she heard Elsa sneeze heavily and then cough into her arm. Her brow creased at the sound and, once she finished changing, emerged from the closet with a concerned expression. Elsa was wiping her nose, but quickly hid the action once she noticed Anna had come back out.

"Elsa, I think you might have a cold," Anna said, eyes wandering over Elsa's face. Baggy eyes, red nose, and flushed cheeks are all indicators that one might be sick.

"I don't get colds," Elsa said, shaking her head. "Besides!" She sang teasingly, "A cold never bothered me anyway."

Anna gave her a deadpan expression. "Really?"

"You loved it."

"I'll let you think that. Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

"I'm sure."

"Alright. . ." Anna perked up some. "So! What's the plan today? Should I whip us up some breakfast, or—"

"No, no, no!" Elsa rushed over to block Anna's path to the door. "We're gonna celebrate in style today. So, just, follow me, okay?"

"Okay. . ."

"I've got big plans and surprises for today." Elsa dragged Anna over to the dresser and pulled out a black velvet box she successfully kept hidden for over a month. She opened it and revealed a gorgeous charm bracelet. "Nothing is going to get in our way. I've worked for weeks, actually, and I've done everything I could to make this day perfect. Seriously, it's been a process. And… well, I even convinced Sitron and Sven to shower."

"Oh my god, Els!" Anna said of the bracelet as she let Elsa clasp it around her wrist. "It's gorgeous. Oh, and nice touch with getting those two to bathe. The smell of pot isn't very becoming on them."

Elsa smirked. "Yeah, I figured we would want clean bandmates for today. Even if they didn't, it wouldn't have held me back. In fact, nobody is going to hold me back. I'd like to see them try. Not the weather, not our incompetent band members, and not some cold—but I'm not sick. At all."

"Elsa—"

"I'm not! Now come on, baby. Let's get today started on the right foot."

She led Anna out of their bedroom, down the steps, and taking her out to the balcony. She thanked goodness that she remembered to shut the curtains over the floor to ceiling windows that gave them a view of the living room from the balcony. If she hadn't, Anna would have seen her surprise and the day would be ruined. She plucked the bouquet of flowers off the chair and handed them over.

"I'm giving you the sun, the moon, and the sky today, baby love," Elsa said, admiring Anna's brilliant smile for the millionth time as she gathered the flowers in her hands and buried her nose in them to smell their fragrance.

Elsa's nose, however, took the opposite route and expelled the building sneeze within her. She groaned and wiped her finger beneath her nostrils, clearing her throat.

"Elsa?" Anna asked cautiously.

"It's alright," Elsa insisted. "I'm making today a perfect day and that's how it's going to stay. It's going to be a blast if it's the last thing I do!" She took Anna by the arm and guided her back into the apartment, grabbing the sandwich that was tucked away in a paper bag by the kitchen counter. She rushed by the living room so fast Anna didn't even get to see, entering the front hall. The boys noticed them rush by, and had held their breath as though that was going to help.

"I had this commissioned into a painting," Elsa said, gesturing to a portrait that was hanging above the shoe rack and keyboard.

Anna gasped and then started to laugh because the idea that Elsa had a semi-serious iPhone photo of the band at the end of their first tour painted was something she had never imagined Elsa doing.

"It's perfect," Anna said. "I know whenever I come home, I'll be able to smile every single time."

"Family photos, right?" Elsa said, squeezing Anna's shoulders and trading the flowers for the sandwich. "Your favorite."

"You're the best girlfriend ever," Anna said firmly, taking out the sub and biting into it, watching as Elsa set the flowers into a vase she had prepared. Anna hummed at the taste, a dreamy smile spreading across her face. "It's so good," she said, her mouth full. "You really did make sure things are in place, huh?"

"You have no idea. Alright, let's keep on going. Ooh, I almost forgot. New cozy socks!" She lifted up a lumpy package wrapped in tissue paper by the front door and Anna made a dive for it with her free hand.

"Just how many presents do you intend on giving me today?" Anna demanded, undoing the string with her teeth.

"As many as you deserve and more. If I can afford it, you're gonna get it."

Elsa turned to open the door and take Anna further on her adventure but paused, her nose twitching. Then she sneezed rather violently… twice.

"My god, Elsa!" Anna gasped, leaving the socks on the little side table and making her way over to her.

"I'm fine!" Elsa said, raising up a hand to keep Anna back and pounding her chest with the other. "I'm fine, I promise!" Another sneeze was released and she shook her head. "The rest of your presents are in town. Let's—"

"Are you sure you can continue?"

"Yes." Elsa's voice was firm, and Anna followed her stubborn girlfriend out of the apartment and into the downtown area of Arendelle. As Elsa led Anna through the city, Anna kept taking occasional bites out of her sandwich.

The day couldn't have been any more beautiful. The sky was a clear blue, the weather was moderately warm and comfortable enough to walk in without feeling overwhelmed by the heat. She loved the dress that perfectly framed her lithe figure, the slight wind blowing it gently.

However, she would have appreciated the day more if Elsa hadn't been sneezing every few minutes. Anna was positive that the blonde had some sort of illness, whether it was the common cold or perhaps hay fever. Whatever it was, it was hindering her poor girlfriend.

But every time Anna wanted to say something about it, Elsa would stop her with an excuse.

Anna finished her sandwich but was still hungry, so Elsa took her into a small diner for breakfast, the two sitting and enjoying each other's company. Elsa's coughs and sneezes joined once or twice during the meal—and Anna forbid Elsa from ordering any diary filled products no matter what, lest it make her sinuses worse.

After breakfast they continued through town, taking dorky selfies together and weaving through shops.

"Surprise, surprise, this one especially!" Elsa said as they entered the jewelry shop where the owner had the already purchased necklace ready for the taking. She picked it up and guided it over to Anna, showing it off and letting it sparkle in the light. It perfectly matched Anna's new bracelet.

"Wow!" Anna was breathless at the sight. "You've got me reeling, but I'm still concerned for you," Anna said, letting Elsa hook it around her neck. "I think it's time that you go home and get some rest. This day has been great so far but you look really pale. Like, more than usual."

"I keep telling you that I'm fine."

"At least admit you've got the sniffles."

"I don't have anything."

They went next door to a little souvenir shop, Elsa still determined to press through this growing illness to give Anna the perfect day, ignoring Anna's worries.

"Besides, we're not stopping 'cause the next one is the beh-eh—"

Another sneeze was released from the punk just in time for her to pass over the snow globe she bought to Anna. She shook her head to snap herself out of this achey, stuffy mood, and grabbed Anna by the hand to drag her over to the bus parked not too far away.

Just how many stops were they going to hit, anyway? Anna thought to herself. The more they pressed on, the worse Elsa seemed to be getting. With noon fast approaching, Anna wondered if Elsa really had meant the whole day. If she really had put so much into working and planning a perfect birthday, then Anna knew that stress, on top of everything, was only quickening the pace of her illness.

"Elsa, you gotta go lie down!" Anna begged.

"No way, we have to paint the town!" Elsa argued.

Anna felt herself smile in disbelief at Elsa as they entered the bus, which was actually clean for once. In spite of getting as sick as a dog, the damn idiot was so in love with her that nothing, and really nothing, was obviously stopping her. The whole world could have been ending and the city could have been in a panic, but Elsa would have moved forward, ignoring the chaos.

With an up-close look at Elsa now, Anna really could see how sick she was. Her eyes were dull, and the poor thing had sweat beading on her forehead. Anna reached out and took Elsa's face in her hands.

"Baby, look at me," she whispered. Elsa glanced up into her eyes. "You need medical attention. Some medicine, a nap, something."

Elsa shook her head and turned away from Anna. She picked up a cashmere olive cardigan off of what was once Olaf's bunk and settled it onto Anna's shoulders.

"Please listen to me. You're sick!" Anna insisted.

"Are you sick, Elsa?" Oaken asked bursting forth from the bathroom, startling both girls, steam rolling out and thankfully blocking anything and everything below the belt. "How 'bout a cold remedy of my own invention?" He opened a kitchen cabinet, Anna and Elsa thanking their lucky stars he was wearing a towel, and presented it to them.

"You make your own cough medicine?" Anna asked, slightly bewildered.

"Yah! It's very good," Oaken beamed.

"No thanks," Elsa said, leaving the bus.

"We'll take it," Anna grinned, winking at Oaken and following Elsa outside. It was better than nothing after all.

Elsa was making her way towards Arendelle's little park and Anna had to jog to keep up with her. There Elsa had set up a small picnic for them to have lunch and take a break from running around town all day long.

"Elsa, alright, this day is great but don't overwork yourself," Anna pleaded. "You look as sick as a dog."

"Relax, I'm alright!" Elsa repeated, almost as if she was trying to convince herself. "Come, sit."

Just as she requested, there was a saved space for her and Anna to have a picnic underneath a large oak tree. A classic, red and white checkered blanket with a woven basket filled with food for the pair of them lay on top of the grass. Elsa took her hand and guided her down, kissing her nose.

"Who set this up for us?" Anna asked.

"Your cousin may have done us a favor," Elsa said, smirking confidently, knowing full well she was making Anna's day perfect.

"This is amazing and I loved it. And I love you."

"I love you, too."

As Anna began to pull out the lunch, Elsa snuck the bottle of cough syrup away from her as quickly and quietly as she could. She could feel her cold getting worse and she needed to tone it down, at least until tonight. Elsa had taken Oaken's home remedy once before and it seriously sent her over the edge of sanity, but it cleared her illness in two hours. Maybe if she took just a bit, it would keep her sane and clear her up by six that night!

So Elsa took a sip, the medicine that thick, sludge-like texture that she remembered. She gagged; it tasted like grapes that tried to get friendly with the artificial banana flavor. It even burned going down. But it was worth it in order to keep things going smoothly.

Meanwhile back at the apartment, the boys were doing their best to keep everything in order. Elsa's little sprint by nearly gave them all a heart-attack but it didn't seem like Anna noticed the party waiting for her.

"I gotta hand it to her, Elsa knows how to plan a party," Sitron said. "Remember we had that whole shebang for my eighteenth and we all agreed that having Elsa in charge was both the best and worst idea ever?"

"But she surprised you!" Olaf reminded him. "Your face was priceless!"

"It was also right in front of your face the whole time," Marshmallow chuckled.

"Hey, in my defense, Elsa used really clever code words with you all," Sitron protested. "So, it wasn't like I could know what you were talking about!"

Suddenly, Rapunzel had barged her way inside somehow, flashing the spare key Anna gave her in case of emergencies at their confused faces.

"Rapunzel, are you sure this counts as—?" started to Eugene.

"My cousin's birthday is an emergency," she said seriously, letting him and Anna's parents in behind her.

"Whoa, whoa, we can't have people in here until six!" Kristoff said, widening his eyes in alarm, waving his hands in panic.

"Oh, come on, it's not like Elsa installed cameras to check if you followed protocol," Sitron said dryly, using a wet paper towel to mop up the continuous drip of green paint that was slowly peppering the leather couch.

"For this day, I wouldn't put it past her," Olaf laughed.

All the boys paused and gazed around the room anxiously, checking if Elsa actually had installed cameras to ensure this day went exactly as planned.

"But I doubt it!" Olaf assured quickly.

"Come on in!" Sitron invited, as if he lived there.

"Sitron!" Kristoff whined.

"Chill out, man. We'll let only these guys in." Sitron turned back to the guests. "Presents go on that table by the cake."

"Just don't touch the cake," Kristoff warned, realizing he had lost control of the situation.

"Why not?" Faye asked.

"Because Elsa will kill us all," Sven said seriously.

"Oh, come now," said David, putting down the gifts for his daughter on the table. "Elsa can't possibly be that—" He caught the dead-serious looks that were being shot at him from the boys. He nodded and sat delicately in a bar stool seat. "Alright, I suppose I was wrong."

"There's no harm in letting these four in early," Olaf said to Kristoff. "They're Anna's family."

"True…" Kristoff hummed.

"Oh, uh, actually, some of Anna's friends from school are coming early, too," Rapunzel said quietly.

Kristoff turned a delicate shade of green as the doorbell rang.

Anna had no idea what in the world had happened to her girlfriend but suddenly she was acting as if she was drunk out of her mind, and it reminded Anna of when she got high on accident but she was the one trying to keep Elsa in control. In the rational side of Elsa's brain, that wasn't sloshed by cough medicine, she knew that any and all doses of Oaken's remedy would send her into la-la-land. But the other side of her brain was mainly drowning in the medicine, making her giggly, occasionally cross-eyed, and caused her to stumble around as she tried to continue to drag Anna everywhere and anywhere.

The only up-side was the fact that her sneezing had toned down significantly.

"C'mon! Now we climb!" Elsa sang, yanking Anna towards the office building that held Dry Ice's Arendelle headquarters, a place where she and the boys could practice whenever they visited. It was also going to hold Anna's official manager office very soon.

"Elsa, this is too much, you need to rest!" Anna pleaded, no longer caring that it was her twentieth birthday. She had to make sure Elsa got home safe and sound before she hurt herself.

Elsa sniffled and grunted, shaking her head in hopes to clear it. "We need to get you our birthday chills. . ." She turned around and spread her arms lazily. "I mean thrills!" she covered up, smiling stupidly. "Making dreams!" She spun on the spot. "Making plans!" She opened the lobby door and shoved Anna towards the stairwell entrance. "Go, go, go, go!"

She tripped up several steps, Anna slowly making her way behind her, staring at Elsa in shock and horror. The sweet gesture had turned into a painful display of determination. It was no longer endearing to Anna, the redhead filled to the brim with concern.

"Elsa?" Anna questioned, catching the blonde snoozing on the railings.

"What!?" Elsa jerked awake and then waved off Anna's worry yet again. "I'm fiiiine." A laugh bubbled over her lips and she continued to press forward up the stairs and Anna had no choice but to follow her. "We're gonna climb! We're gonna sing!"

They reached the top floor landing where the headquarters resided, entering the main room and heading out to the balcony.

"Look at this city, Anna!" Elsa hollered. "I'll buy it all for you to make you happy!"

"What?" Anna gawked, unsure of where Elsa's head was.

The punk began to twirl joyfully, getting dangerously close to the balcony fence. Seeing this, Anna's heart stopped as she lunged forward, grabbing Elsa's wrist and pulling the clumsy girl away.

"Whoa!" Anna cried.

They both landed on the ground, and the punk hunched forward and coughing thickly. Anna crawled over and gathered Elsa in her arms.

"Elsa, look at you, you've got a fever! You're burning up!" Anna coddled, pressing the back of her hand to Elsa's burning forehead. "Alright, we can't go on like this. Let's put this day on hold. . ." Elsa shook her head, but Anna stayed firm. "C'mon, admit to yourself."

"Okay. . ." Elsa sniffled heavily, resting her head on Anna's shoulder. "I have a cold. . ."

Anna gave her a soft smile and pulled her into a hug, kissing her head and rocking her in her arms for a moment.

Slowly, she helped Elsa to her feet and guided her down to earth, taking the elevator instead. Elsa was buried in her, shivering and sniffling, trying to get as close to Anna's warmth as possible.

They made their way back to the apartment and finally reached the hallway where their unit waited for them. Anna was pulling out the keys from Elsa's pocket when the blonde finally spoke up again.

"I'm sorry, Anna. I just wanted to give you a perfect birthday. But I ruined it. . . didn't I?" Elsa croaked sadly.

"You didn't ruin anything," Anna assured, grabbing her shoulders and giving them a tender squeeze. "I promise. Let's just get you to bed."

Anna unlocked the door and pushed it open. Elsa raised her gaze from the carpet to the inside of the apartment and widened her eyes. It wasn't even six yet, but Anna's friends and family had already arrived. From David, Faye, Rapunzel, and Eugene to her classmates Peter, Wendy, and so many more.

"Surprise!" cheered the crowd waiting for them.

"Wow!" Anna gasped, a huge grin spreading across her face.

"Wow. . ." Elsa said, stunned that the party actually turned out pretty well.

"This is insane!" Anna shouted gleefully, jumping up and down as Sitron and Olaf brought her into the plethora of people awaiting the birthday girl's arrival. "It's the best birthday ever!"

"There's a fine line between chaos!" Kristoff called from the kitchen, balancing the cake away from the crowd so it wouldn't fall, knowing it was Elsa's pride and joy for this party.

"And a hullabaloo!" Olaf laughed, ruffling Anna's hair. "Like Elsa promised, today is gonna be perfect!"

"We're making today a perfect day!" Sitron whooped.

"Making today a perfect day!" Marshmallow bellowed, swooping Anna up onto his shoulders so she could be on top of the world.

"A-N-N-A!" everyone chanted.

Anna's heart swelled with love and thankfulness for the fabulous friends who came to celebrate the day. She wasn't expecting this at all, but she knew that Elsa had a thing or two to do with this.

"Happy birthday!" Kristoff and Sven called, the two cutting the cake.

"This is amazing!" Anna said, her cheeks hurting because she couldn't stop smiling. She turned to see Elsa hovering by the front door still, observing the scene as the party started to get into the groove of things, people mingling and starting to eat the snacks set out. "Marsh, ha, set me down for a moment," Anna said, and Marshmallow did so. She crossed over to Elsa, who still wasn't quite down from her cough medicine high, and grabbed Anna's arm.

"It's a perfect day!" she slurred, eyes lidded, her body shutting down from exhaustion.

"Okay, to bed with you," Anna said with a kind smile, trying to guide Elsa away from the door, which was suddenly knocked upon.

"Wait, wait, that must be the pizza guy! I'll get it," Elsa said.

"Oh, no no no no no—" Anna tried to coax Elsa away but the blonde refused to cooperate.

She opened the door at the exact moment her nose decided to sneeze all over the pizza guy. . . who just so happened to be Hans. Anna had heard that Hans had gotten fired from his job with his family's company, but she had no idea he was delivering pizzas now.

The room went quiet, everyone gaping at him. His face was covered in Elsa's snot and germs. His eye twitched and he shoved the pizzas into her arms, storming away from the party without another word.

Somehow, Anna managed to get Elsa to bed, wrapping her up in the duvet and feeding her chicken soup she had Olaf microwave. She would go down to the party later, but right now she needed to care for Elsa.

"Best birthday present ever," Anna sighed, spoon-feeding Elsa the last of the soup.

"Which one?" Elsa asked, the blanket slipping off her shoulders.

Anna set down the bowl and reached over to readjust the blanket. "You letting me take care of you," she said lovingly.

Elsa peered into Anna's eyes and smiled a thankful smile before letting out one more sneeze. Anna giggled softly and tucked a strand of hair behind Elsa's ear.

"Get some rest, Els," she whispered. "If there's anything else I want for my birthday, it's for you to get better."

The blonde nodded, finally submitting. "Okay."

Anna leaned forward, kissed her forehead, and then stood up. She switched off the lights for Elsa as she made herself comfortable, resting her head on the pillows. Another smile spread across Anna's face, the knowledge that Elsa put herself through all this just to please Anna coming back to her.

She closed the door gently and made her way back down to the party waiting for her, Elsa slipping away into a deep sleep to rid her body of the toxins.

Yeah. I regret nothing.

So, this really is the end of Scars of a Façade. Wow. I knew this day would come, and I know it took me a long time to get here, but it's sad that it's really here.

You guys, this has been one amazing journey. I love this story so much, and thank you all for being so patient and kind. And thank you so much for the 700+ reviews. It's been an absolute pleasure, and I hope you guys have enjoyed reading Scars just as much as I've enjoyed writing it.

And I want to give a big thank you to those who helped RP some of the chapters. You really helped make it authentic.

Also: a big shout out to those who drew fan art for this fic! You have no idea how much I love them. It's so rare for my stories to get fan art, and I cherish each image I happen to stumble upon.
Perhaps I'll do a mini fic of a European tour where Anna and her new crew gets into all sorts of shenanigans, but we'll see if that happens. I don't want to dive headfirst into a new project without properly planning. We'll see.

So, once again, thank you for reading!

See you next time!