SEEK And Find

Another Elsannafervor ficlet-turned-fic

by Jessica X

NOTICE: All characters © Disnee. Settings, plot and storyline © me. All rights reserved.

fruipit said to elsannafervor: Elsa in a pop girl band (think S.H.E.). Like, that's it. I just want to see Elsa dancing like that. Maybe Anna's in the crowd gawking at her and wishing she could dance and sing because she's just a poor little lesbian (the only lesbian) in her high school. And Elsa's the same age as her but she's /rich and /famous and could have anyone she wanted.

Well, I realy doubt she'd be the ONLY lesbian; maybe the only one who's out, haha. Anyway, let's see what happens when I start typing... ALSO, let me know if you like this one and I might do a follow-up!

[FFN note: the chapters are short because they originated from short Tumblr posts, I didn't intend for it to turn into a full-blown fic!]

~ Chapter One ~

Sweat rolled down Anna Mayberry's back as she stood, elbow-to-elbow with a hundred strong other teenage girls. The pulsing sounds of radio hits filled her ears as she tried not to care too much about how close they were, both for good and bad reasons. Being the only lesbian in a crowd of straight girls was difficult enough without that crowd literally pressing up against her on all sides.

Of course, she knew that was statistically impossible; at least a few other queer ladies had to be there. They HAD to, even if she always felt like the only one, no matter where she was. But chances were there were only a tiny handful among the crowd of dude-loving chicks.

Which meant all the random breasts she felt pushing into her bare arms were hetero-breasts, and she had no right to feel the tiny flutters in her stomach she did.

"Why did I think coming here was a good idea?" she muttered.

"Because you wanted to see them," Kristoff reminded her from directly behind her. "And so did I, and we pooled the money we were GOING to spend on Spring Break to do this instead. What's your problem?"

Anna turned to glare up at his square jawline. "My problem is, we're both gay and that's great! But YOU'RE not the gay one rubbing up against a bunch of people from the gender you ARE attracted to!"

"Ohhhhh," he drawled out with a smirk. "Is that the problem? Doesn't sound like much of one to me... you feeling thirsty, Mayberry?"

"NO!" she burst out, freckled cheeks flushing slightly more than they already were. "God! I mean, I'd be lying if I said they didn't feel nice, but I'm not a perv! Just... I didn't think about this part when we bought the tickets, that's all!"

The tall boy nodded, running a hand through his sandy hair as he scanned the crowd. "Me, either. I haven't been to a concert since The Wiggles." Then he looked down at her again. "You gonna be okay here? You're not claustrophobic, but if-"

"I'm fine. Way fine. Just... wish some of these bitches would back up."

Kristoff opened his mouth to speak again, but just then the lights went out completely. This was it. Anna whirled, eyes shining as she pointed them at the stage expectantly, as bass tones began to roll over her, stabbing into her stomach and making her palms tingle, the backs of the knees hidden under her skinny jeans turn to jelly. This was it. This was IT!

"Oh my God," she breathed as the lights began to flash. "Oh my God oh MY God oh my GOD!"

One minute, nothing was on stage other than the equipment that had been set up beforehand. Then there was another flash, and a glittering, translucent blue throne sat in the center, the back to the audience. Even as they looked on, a long, slender leg wearing a blue high heel emerged from the side, hanging so casually on display.

"Don't let them in... Don't let them see..."

Anna's heart sped up for about a thousand different reasons, hammering waves of pulses into her throat. She had been dreaming of this day for two years, ever since she first saw her performing on some Youtube video, before the first album was even out. Hours had been spent stalking her Twitter, Facebook page, Insta, Snapchat. Not that she used any of them very frequently. The most intriguing thing about her idol was that she was a near-mystery; nobody seemed to find anything out about her, ever. Not even TMZ.

The other leg joined the first, crossing at the ankles. "Be the good girl you always have to be..."

"SHIT," she growled back at Kristoff, grasping his forearm. "Help me!"

"Help you what?!" he asked with a laugh that she could barely hear over the thrum of bass, the rush of blood in her ears.

"Conceal, don't feel... put on a show..." An arm appeared above the legs, and another showed up to pull on a shimmering white opera glove, covered as it was with sequins. "Make one wrong move, and everyone will know..."

Then the beats started in earnest, the piano notes that laced between them. Anna blinked in shock when glitter started to rain down from the ceiling, tearing her eyes away from the throne just long enough to register it.

"How can she be real?" she breathed.

At last, the throne spun around, showing a blonde woman stretched out over the armrests, her back arched elegantly as her head finally fell back far enough that it would have been visible from either side, long, blonde ringlets just barely above the floor. Her dress was as elegant as the rest of her, the slit up the side stopping just in time to keep anything too decadent from showing.

"Well you won't know," she purred into the microphone hovering just an inch away from her ruby red lips. A microphone Anna would have sold her soul to become. Her deep blue eyes panned across the crowd, bare shoulders rising up close to her cheeks. Somehow, she was powerful, coquettish, and fragile, all in the same moment. It shouldn't have been possible.

But that was Elsa in a nutshell: completely impossible.

The next second, the rest of SEEK came out onto the stage. Of course, Anna knew far more about Kida, Esm , and Snow, because their lives were such open books; she could have recited their birthdays and favourite foods from memory. But despite their clearly incredible talents, beauty, and likely wonderful personalities... they were just so easily eclipsed by Elsa.

Well, to Anna, anyway. She knew people from the blogs and forums that were Kida fangirls because of her tattoos, or thought Snow was cutest because she was the youngest and most conservative - even if Anna didn't really understand that line of thought herself. There was nothing wrong with picking one of the four as a favourite, and she liked the other three stars quite a bit, as well.

But Elsa was... ELSA.

The three of them joined in to sing "Let me goooooo" in long, slow harmony while Elsa finally extracted herself from the throne. The phrase "legs for days" went through Anna's mind as she stared openly, the other girls around her hopping up and down and cheering much more wildly; she was too distracted to find her voice. Or her arms.

"They tell me I am just an outcast," Esm sang, strutting across the stage and smirking at the frenzied crowd. But Anna barely heard her. She was watching Elsa's hips, the power pose she struck along with Snow and Kida. Thinking that Elsa looked...

Tired? That didn't seem right. She had been full of energy, oozing magnetism seconds before. But around the time Esm walked in front of her, she noticed the blonde diva's eyes shut for a moment, saw her inhale and exhale. When they opened again, she looked just as she had before.

And then the dancing began. Arms swept from one side to the other, heels clacked and hair flipped. Hips, always hips, all those hips. Anna's own body shifted in time, back and forth very slightly, but nothing like that; she sucked at dancing. She even boycotted every homecoming since the first one she went to because she didn't want to look like an idiot on the dance floor again. Once was too much! Leaving it to the professionals sounded like the best plan.

Around the point in the song where the drop hit, and the lights really started going crazy, Snow was standing atop Esm and Kida's hands, singing her sweet little heart out, and Anna knew Elsa was preparing for something big because she wasn't visible. An instant later, she crawled underneath Snow, slinking closer and closer to the front of the stage.

"I'm never going back," she rumbled in a deep, sultry tone. Then... Anna could swear they locked eyes as she sang, "The past is in the past."

Once Elsa was up and returning to stand in formation with the others, Anna squealed up at Kristoff, "DID YOU SEE THAT?!"

"See what?!" he shouted to be heard over the music.

"She looked at me! She looked RIGHT at me, oh my GOD I can't believe this!"

His chuckling could be more felt than heard, close as he was standing. "Sure, yeah! Why not?"

But she didn't care if he believed her. Turning back to the show, she threw both arms in the air and cheered herself hoarse. It was going to be a night to remember.

~ To Be Continued ~