A/N: This is maybe a bit long for a first chapter, but I couldn't stop the words from flowing, and I had a really hard time trying to find a good ending point for the first chapter.

Thanks a lot to /u/ElsaTheQueen of reddit for helping me with the physical description of Anna. I am asexual and found that very hard, but just because I am asexual, that doesn't mean the characters have to be. Frozen belongs 100% to Disney.

Mou Ichido is Japanese and is translated to something close to "Another, please", "Once again" or "One more". The title is inspired by my favorite anime, "Toradora!".

Enjoy.

Elsa had always liked being alone. She never had many friends, only a select few had ever been invited to her birthday parties as a kid, and she'd always sat alone in class. As she got older, she had always completed school projects assigned to her alone, and she was happy with that. Not many people could keep up with her anyway. When she got old enough to get a part-time job, her dad had of course stopped giving her allowance, so the young blonde had seen that as a good sign she needed to look for work. It hadn't been long before she got a job at the local theatre, moving boxes around and helping with backstage stuff. Since she turned fifteen, she had also been put to work at the counter, selling tickets to customers. She had continued to get good grades all throughout high school, still with few or no friends to speak off aside from the ones in Chess Club, and she was about to go to college once summer vacation was over. She had, however, gotten a pretty tempting offer a couple of days ago. The theatre had a play that was about to go on tour, all across the west coast of the US, and the theatre manager, Mr. Weselton, wanted Elsa to come along as backstage help, with pay of course.

And there was one other nice thing about going on this trip. Ever since the slightly older redheaded actress named Anna had started working at the theatre, Elsa had been very confused about what was going on. Anna possessed a beauty that was beyond anything the younger blonde could ever remember. Right from the redhead's long, slender legs, her small but perfectly round butt, which showed perfectly in the jeans she always wore, toned abdomen, or at least it looked toned through the tight blouses she would wear all the time, her small perfectly sized chest, long neck filled with freckles, just like her beautiful round cheeks, placed under a pair of big, blue eyes.

So, of course, Elsa had said yes to the offer of coming along on the tour. She had actually said yes before even telling her father about the offer. She knew her dad would be a little angry about it since the tour stretched a few months into the first year of college. This conversation was gonna be hard to initiate.

The dinner was particularly silent that night. Usually, Elsa and her father discussed stuff like the current political situation, what Elsa was going to study as her major next year, or how her dad's day had been, but today, Elsa's answers had been short, and she'd barely touched her food, only poking at most of it with her fork. "Penny for your thoughts," she heard her dad say after a few minutes of silence since his last question.

Just tell him, it can't be that hard.

- "Dad, I have-" she started off, but bit her lower lip after thinking it through "No, it's nothing."

- "Come on, sweetheart, you can talk to me about anything, you know that," her father said, smiling at her with a comforting tone in his voice.

Okay, here goes.

- "I got an offer at the theatre," Elsa finally said weakly.

-"Wonderful news! Any offer at your job is a great opportunity, not only for more money, but for work experience, adventures, new colleagues and all sorts of other things, but you know all this, we talked about this when you got allowed to work in the tickets sale."

Her father got up and walked to Elsa, picking her up with his arms around her in a big hug, the kind of hug she had always liked, and she almost didn't want to continue to talk about the job offer. It'd ruin his mood very quickly.

You can't do this to him. He does nothing but love you, and this is how you repay him? By chasing after some fling of yours?

- "I already said yes," she said while hugging her dad. He was just about to say something, but she stopped him with a finger to her lip. "There's more to it, though. It's a five month long tour," she continued. Her heart fell as she saw her dad's expression turn slowly from one of excitement to concern.

- "When do you leave?" he asked.

This is when you break his heart.

- "In two months," she said and bit her lower lip, breaking off the hug to take a few steps away. Her father was silent for a minute. A minute that felt like an eternity as she tried to anticipate his answer.

Come on, say something. You can't just stay silent forever. I know this is against our carefully laid plans, but I have to do this, and there's no going back now.

Her father finally did something. He turned away and started to clean the table, putting the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. "If this is your decision, I will not stand against it. You are almost a grown woman, and you should make your own choices soon," he said. This was not the answer Elsa had expected. He should be furious and shout at her, that was what she had expected, what she wanted. Not this. His voice was cold and very matter-of-factly. It was almost as hearing him talk to one of his colleagues on the phone when they hadn't done their part to complete a project. Elsa started helping to clean up after the dinner, but none of them said anything.

When they were done, Elsa sat course for her room, but she turned around in the doorway out of the kitchen. "Thank you for understanding," she said wistfully before continuing the short journey.

Once in her room, she closed and locked the door behind her and felt the emptiness starting to well up inside her. Walking to her bed, she fished her phone out of her pocket and started to write a text message. She only had a handful of contacts in her phone, and the one she used the most was Olaf's. 'I told him,' was all she wrote, knowing Olaf would know what Elsa was talking about. And with that, she turned her phone off, dropped it on the floor, plumped down onto her bed, face first and turned around to stare at the ceiling.

You've failed him. Just like your mother did fourteen years ago. How can you do this to him? He has done nothing but love and support you, even when no one else wanted to, and now you just shit on the fact that he's the one paying for your education and you do it only because you want to stare at Anna for five months? Way to go, paying him back.

Commotion outside her door, broke her self-loathing train of thought, and someone, probably her father, tried to open the door, only to find it locked. "Good night Elsa," he said from the other side of the door. "I love you, always remember that. All the way up to the stars and back again." Foot steps sounded as her father walked away. The familiar phrase he had always used to tell her how much he loved her was the last drop. Elsa sat up on her bed and burst into silent tears. She put her head in her hands, sobbing like a baby.

- "I love you too, Dad," she whispered.