SEEK And Find

Chapter 1

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[[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 really 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! The chapters are short because they originated from short Tumblr posts, I didn't intend for it to turn into a full-blown fic!

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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.