"Be my husband I'll be your wife

Be my husband I'll be your wife

Be my husband I'll be your wife

Love and honor you for all your life,"

Beating on her guitar with a huge grin on her face, Elsa paused from her singing to shout, albeit somewhat breathlessly, at the gathered crowd, "by now you all know how it goes, so everyone — everyone here, even the fellas, sing this last bit with me,"

"Oh daddy now now love me good

Oh daddy now now love me good

Oh daddy now now love me good

Woah, daddy now now love me good!"

A chorus of cheers and whoops sounded from the people in the club, and the platinum blonde onstage bowed after the song was finished, cheeks bright red from all the shouting as she made her way off stage.

Off to the side of the stage stood a short girl with freckles and strawberry blonde hair, a smirk on her face as she slow-clapped at Elsa's performance while the blonde approached.

"Amazing," the redhead mouthed, still smirking.

"Thank you." Elsa said audibly as she passed the redhead, making her way to the bar, where Hans — her friend, and driver, dressed in a suit despite being in a tiny, insignificant club — was waiting patiently, a soft smile on his face.

While the redhead somehow pulled off being both adorable and unbelievably sexy (she was usually also here for open mic night, singing duets with her blond friend or picking up women) Elsa brushed her off ninety percent of the time she initiated conversation. The redhead — Annie? Annabelle? — was an obvious player, and Elsa an unwilling participant in any charade that would land her in the woman's bed.

Just as she reached Hans, though, instead of accepting her rejection, the redhead stopped her with a fire in her eyes, grabbing her by the hand.

"Um, look, Annie—" Elsa started uncertainly.

"Anna."

"What?" The redhead looked both amused and slightly offended by Elsa's confusion.

"It's Anna. Ah-nuh. Not Annie."

"Oh, oh, I'm so sorry Anna — but, um.. did you need something?" Looking over the redhead's shoulder, Elsa's eyes practically screamed help at Hans, who was conveniently in conversation with Anna's blond friend at the bar. Oh, great. She was left to deal with her advances by herself.

She felt Anna's hand give hers a tiny squeeze and she returned her gaze to the woman, feeling a little nervous at the intensity of Anna's teal gaze.

"Can I buy you a drink?" she practically exhaled the words, looking up at Elsa through hooded eyes as the smell of strawberries washed over the singer's face, rendering her temporarily speechless.

She'd never been so close, and it felt good.

But she was a player.

"I'm sorry, Anna, but maybe another time."

Anna just nodded and released her hand, letting Elsa walk past her to the exit.