Finally! Time for my North Pole AU that's been a long time coming!This was my only fic ever (not just RWBY) that gave me enough trouble where I had to scrap the entire first 2 chapters and start over. I wrote and finished it back in February this year, and now it's finally its turn to be posted!

A/N: Set in an AU where Weiss doesn't go to Beacon (or any school) to become a huntress. She stays at home and works to be a singer, and though she does do some combat training on the side, it isn't her main priority. Pyrrha isn't a huntress either - she does combat performances for a living.

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The Champion And The Singer

Chapter 1. On The Stage

All her life, Weiss had been made to practice her singing rather than her fighting.

She'd always been rather skilled at both, but the way her father saw it, Winter was to be the fighter of the family's next generation. She'd been training herself from a young age to be competent and able-bodied in battle, and in recent years had joined the military to extend her training.

And though Weiss had always wondered what it would be like to fight and hone her own skills, her father deemed that she not waste her time worrying about things she could never hope to accomplish. She'd never be able to summon or fight as well as Winter could, anyway.

Therefore, Weiss had focused not on her rapier, but on her voice.

She may not have been anyone's first choice to listen to when she was speaking, what with her curt tone and proud manner of speech.

But when she was singing, even her enemies would put down their swords for a moment to listen.

She truly did have the voice of an angel when she sang, one most people wouldn't expect from the Schnee heiress, who was reputed to be a spoiled brat. Her voice could be light, airy, and flowing in pitch one moment, then louder, supported, and enunciated the next.

The bit of training and use of her rapier that she did demonstrate to the public was typically a part of her act. Sometimes she would cast ice crystals into the air and cause flurries of snow to flutter down around the audience. Or sometimes she would create flames on glyphs and then rotate them to give the fire motion.

The combination of visual and auditory effects she practiced were incomparable to any other performer. Hers was truly a talent to behold.

And everyone tried to behold it in person, at least once.

Tickets to her concerts always sold out within hours, which never hurt her reputation or the income she was bringing in for the family business.

Sometimes her father would even arrange for her to be flown to different parts of Remnant to sing in different kingdoms. Her events would often raise funds for different causes, and in turn the Schnees would gain a plethora of business partners in terms of finances and promotion.

Weiss loved singing, and she knew that what she did not only benefitted her father's company and reputation, but more importantly, it would benefit other people at times.

Aside from raising money for certain organizations, her concerts were a place for audience members to let go of their troubles for a few hours and simply enjoy themselves.

And though her father didn't particularly like it, Faunus were allowed into her concerts as well.

Though the Faunus attendees were few and far between, whenever Weiss caught a glimpse of ears or a tail in the crowds, it always made her heart soar to think that perhaps the soiled name her father's company had earned itself in the treatment of Faunus might someday be able to mend itself.

On top of the benefits her concerts provided for others, she got a lot of joy from them as well.

Weiss loved to sing. She absolutely loved it.

Her songs would often take her to other worlds, even when she knew she was only standing on the same stage she'd started on. They were an expression of her emotions and of herself, expressions she rarely – if ever – got the privilege to experience in any other form, given her strict upbringing.

Writing her own songs typically happened in the evenings, or late at night when she couldn't find the refuge of sleep. Being able to perform them and share them with the world always made her feel as though she wasn't truly alone.

Her singing had only ever brought good things to herself and to others, and she longed for it to stay that way.

When she wasn't writing songs or preparing for a concert, Weiss had many other chores and responsibilities to attend to. She had many lessons on a daily basis, home-schooling and the like. Sometimes, she was given lessons about how to use her Dust, mainly to create alluring visual effects while onstage to captivate her audience.

But every once in a while, her father would arrange a combat lesson for her. He believed it was essential she know how to fight and defend herself, should she ever be in a situation that might call for such things.

Due to her being next in line to his throne as heiress, she was a sheltered girl, who rarely saw the dangers of the world. He made sure of it.

But being she harbored the same skills and abilities of any Schnee, he thought it best to train her in at least the very basics of fighting.

Typically, Winter would be the one to mentor Weiss in the ways of battle.

Those were always Weiss' favorite lessons. Winter could be harsh on her at times, even to the point of ridicule, but Weiss knew her sister only ever went that far to motivate her to achieve her full potential. Their sessions always ended with soft words and gentle embraces.

Winter was very proud of her sister, though she always felt bad that Weiss needed to be confined to the mansion when she didn't have a concert. Winter's profession allowed her to travel the world, sometimes at her leisure. But Weiss was only permitted to travel for one day at a time so she could sing and then be shipped right back home to their father.

She knew Weiss loved the art of combat more than she was willing to let on. Whenever she trained with her, there was always a sparkle that would come into Weiss' eyes, and it was different from the one she'd get when she sang.

Not to mention how she'd often witness Weiss watching broadcast tournaments and matches whenever she got the chance.

She was particularly infatuated by a young warrior name Pyrrha Nikos.

Even Winter had to admit how admirable and talented the girl from Mistral was. She had excellent form, precise aim, impenetrable defenses, and attacks that never failed. If Weiss was considered a singing prodigy, Pyrrha Nikos was undoubtedly a fighting prodigy.

Weiss admired her most of all, and Winter knew as much.

She also knew that quite a few of Weiss' songs had been written with Pyrrha in mind.

While Winter was glad to see that Weiss would always politely refuse the dances boys offered her at the monthly banquets, she believed that Pyrrha Nikos would be a good match for her sister, if not romantically, then just as a companion.

Weiss didn't have friends her own age. They were all admirers and fans at best, but she had no one she could communicate with on a personal level.

And it wasn't often she confided in Winter herself. Weiss tended to be more introverted and kept her troubles to herself. Winter believed that forming a relationship would only prove well for Weiss if the other party was of the same age and status as she was.

And what better match was there than Pyrrha Nikos?

Therefore, Winter began to make a few calls during her free time, and she'd try to catch her father in one of his good moods to speak to him about making arrangements for Weiss' next Mistral concert.

The look on Weiss' face when Winter had presented her with the ticket to one of Pyrrha Nikos' tournaments had been absolutely priceless.

Winter had seen her sister smile before, though the genuine ones were rarer to see than even their father's grins.

But before the smiling, Weiss had swayed and very nearly lost her balance.

"W-Winter-!" she'd gasped. "You... you really...? For me...?"

And Winter had placed one hand on Weiss' waist to keep her from falling, using the other to lightly swat her on the head.

"Of course it's for you," she'd replied. "Who else would ever deserve one of those tickets? You've been working so hard, especially over these last few months, and even Father agreed you deserve a reward."

And then she'd seen the smile. The sheer, pure, absolutely joyous smile, where the tears had risen up into Weiss' eyes and one had even slipped down her cheek. She'd thrown herself into Winter's arms, whimpering her gratitude, heart soaring.

And now...

Now she was here.

Sitting on one of the stadium's balcony levels in the front row, one of the very best seats in the arena.

At Pyrrha Nikos' tournament.

Weiss could still scarcely believe it.

Just yesterday, she'd been preparing for her concert that would take place here in Mistral tomorrow evening. She'd been sighing all afternoon, for she knew her own stage wouldn't be very far away from that of one of the people she admired most.

But she hadn't been expecting to be given a ticket for Pyrrha's fight, nor had she expected to arrive in Mistral early enough so that she may actually witness it with her own two eyes, without a television screen and hundreds of miles of distance between them.

She wasn't even feeling anxious about the fact that her own concert would be taking place tomorrow and would need to follow up a performance like Pyrrha Nikos'. She was just too immersed in the atmosphere here, the cheering crowds and air of excitement.

It was Weiss' first time being part of an audience rather than standing in front of one, so things were a bit hectic for a while.

She was glad to know that Winter had specifically gotten a job for herself as security here today and wasn't far away.

Naturally, when the people in charge of Pyrrha's tournaments had caught wind that Schnee's daughters would be attending today, they'd made arrangements for their convenience right away. After all, Schnee was known to give rare, but generous donations to events that proved to please his daughters.

The performance had yet to be underway, and Weiss remained in her seat for a while, simply trying to absorb the scenery, the vastness of the stadium itself and the arena below. She was beginning to grow accustomed to the din of the crowds around her, though it was still unusual for her to be within the sound rather than standing opposite it.

At the very least, she managed to catch Winter's eye from across the aisle. Her sister had been standing guard, watching the doorway and checking to ensure people had their tickets on-hand. But as soon as she met Weiss' gaze, the older girl left her post and made her way over to Weiss.

Weiss stood up to meet her, so they may converse a bit more privately without the people around her being able to hear.

"Winter."

Weiss reached out for a hug, but immediately thought better of it. They were in public. They needed to be more professional than that.

But Winter could care less for such things. She could tell Weiss was more than a little pale, which was understandable, considering the raucous noise erupting here. She pulled Weiss in to her and held her firmly.

"Are you feeling alright?" she asked. "I know it's your first time being part of an audience. They're a rowdy bunch here today."

Weiss sighed in relief and quickly returned the embrace, letting Winter's familiar presence calm her heart a little.

"I'm fine. Just... excited, I think. A little nervous."

"That's natural," Winter reassured her. "Just try to enjoy yourself, alright? I'll be close by should you need me."

Winter pressed a quick kiss to her sister's temple before letting her go.

Feeling immensely better now, Weiss took her seat once again as Winter returned to her post. Her sister was right. This was all for Weiss. She should try to make the most of it.

Before very much longer, an announcement was made that the performance would soon begin. Weiss instantly straightened up, her eyes growing wide as she directed her gaze to the arena's doors.

And just as the announcer proclaimed her name and the crowds exploded in cheers, she entered.

Adorned in all her golden-brown armor, with her famous javelin and shield at her side and her crimson ponytail snapping in the wind behind her like a stream of the lifeblood of her felled enemies, Pyrrha Nikos took her stage.

Despite the fact that she was a renown young warrior with cunning battle skills, she also had a dazzling smile to match. The large screens projected the image of her beaming face, her emerald eyes alight with joy as she greeted her audience with the help of a small microphone.

"Greetings, everyone! Thank you all so much for coming today!"

And as if the crowd hadn't been loud enough already, it only got louder.

Weiss' heart was all aflutter, from the combination of her excitement of getting to attend this match, and for other reasons as well.

She truly did admire Pyrrha, and she had for many years now. She'd written so many songs for and about her, songs she'd never reveal to the world, declarations she'd never speak aloud. Her chest felt tight, and her eyes were starting to water.

She... really liked Pyrrha.

And only now that she was drowned out amidst a sea of people could Weiss truly show it.

After years and years of admiring her from afar, watching her compete in the Mistral regional tournament and win four years in a row, Weiss could finally breathe the same air as Pyrrha.

It was so surreal.

The crimson-haired warrior spent a few moments waving to her audience, greeting them some more, and occasionally laughing merrily at their enthusiasm.

Whenever she laughed, Weiss felt her heart skip a beat.

She didn't dare steal a direct glance at Winter for fear her older sister might see her blushing. But from her peripheral vision, Weiss could see that her sister was giving her full attention to Pyrrha as well, clearly impressed by the young warrior's poise and charisma.

Weiss wished she could learn a bit of confidence from the champion.

While Weiss carried herself in an important manner and made sure to use a sophisticated speech pattern, it was more so that she had pride in her family name rather than in herself.

But Pyrrha Nikos simply emulated confidence and charm. She was simply stunning.

Weiss couldn't take her eyes away from her as she strode around the arena, facing the audience on all sides as the people finally started to quiet down a bit.

Pyrrha removed the microphone she'd been wearing and handed it to an assistant on the field with her. She then put on a very different countenance, one of serious concentration. As the audience took the hint that the battle was about to begin, a man's voice came over the intercom to explain today's matches:

"Now as you all know, Miss Pyrrha Nikos is a world-renown young fighter. But in today's matches, she will not be versing other warriors. Today, Miss Nikos will be performing a rather special bout of matches for her audience, so you're all in for a real treat! Rather than fighting against human opponents, this shall be Miss Nikos' first time battling against creatures of Grimm!"

Sounds of shock and disbelief rose up from the crowd, and even Weiss felt herself gasp out loud.

"Against Grimm?"

She'd heard news about Pyrrha practicing fighting the beasts before, and that she had plans to one day incorporate them into her official matches. But Weiss never expected to be attending the first ever performance involving the monsters.

Though the crowd was clearly anxious and shocked, Pyrrha seemed unfazed. She maintained her smile as if to reassure them all, though her stance was now set.

She faced a pair of doors on the opposite side of the arena, raising her shield with one arm and her spear with the other, waiting.

The announcer went on for a minute longer to explain things:

"As you all may know, Miss Nikos has been training in her fights against Grimm for the past several months. And now finally, today you shall all be able to see her verse them in one of her matches for the first time ever! First up, she shall show you all how to expertly battle one of the most brutal Grimm alive!"

At his words, the doors lifted, and out rushed a raging Boarbatusk. Its bulky size didn't hinder its speed as it charged forward immediately.

With the people on-staff now safely behind powerful railings, Pyrrha was the only person left in the arena. The beast thundered towards her instantly, screeching and swinging its head wildly, its oversized tusks ready to maul.

And Pyrrha didn't even flinch.

In fact, she smirked.

As it approached her, she dropped into a defensive crouch with her shield at the ready, bracing herself for the impact. Then, with only a few yards between herself and the Grimm, she shot forward.

Weiss' hands flew to her mouth as she watched Pyrrha's shield collide with the rampaging tusks. But despite the difference in their weight, it was Pyrrha who stood her ground and the boar who stumbled backward, hooves-over-head.

Pyrrha didn't waste a second. With a graceful leap, she tossed her javelin at the beast's exposed, unarmored underside, piercing it through in an instant as the squealing abruptly cut off.

She sauntered coolly over the corpse and removed her weapon. Then, with an impossibly charming smile, she lifted her spear high above her head.

And the audience erupted into baffled cries of triumph and excitement.

Even Weiss hopped out of her seat to clap. Never before had she seen a person single-handedly take out a Grimm of any kind in less than one minute. It just went to show how skilled the girl was, how precise she was with her hits, and how she could utilize her strength and her opponent's weight in just the perfect way to tilt the odds in her favor.

It was beyond incredible. But then again, this was Pyrrha Nikos.

Weiss had barely managed to catch her breath and share an astounded glance with Winter when the announcer revealed the next match.

Pyrrha hadn't so much as broken a sweat with the easy first win.

But next, three Boarbatusk were set free into the arena with her.

Weiss had the utmost faith in Pyrrha, but that didn't stop her heart from starting to pound uneasily all over again.

But of course, Pyrrha never disappointed.

Even without the use of Dust or the assistance of a partner, Pyrrha managed to take the beasts out without ever getting so much as a scratch on herself. She'd leap high into the air over them as they charged her, causing two to ram against each other, consequently getting their tusks tangled.

From there, it was a few elegant twirls of her body, a few powerful blocks from her shield, and a few seemingly-effortless slashes of her blade. She made it look more like a dance rather than a fight.

Within only a few minutes, Pyrrha had defeated the other boars, and was waving innocently at her fans again.

Weiss still had trouble believing it, that a single girl her own age could take down four notoriously vicious creatures of Grimm in fewer than ten minutes. If this was what Pyrrha was capable of at the age of seventeen, Weiss could only image her power and potential in a few years' time.

Pyrrha's performance continued from there. She fought a juvenile King Taijitu next, with both heads equally ferocious. That match called for more of Pyrrha's impressive speed and many more leaps into the air to avoid the striking fangs.

But through a series of small, quick jabs, she managed to weaken it gradually, having it wear itself out as it chased her and missed, expending precious energy. Before long, one of the heads had its fangs broken by Pyrrha's shield, and the other had lost an eye to her javelin.

After that, it was very simple for Pyrrha to finish it off, until the disintegrating corpse was all that remained.

By then, Weiss had tossed away her attempts to appear poised and reserved and was clapping as excitedly as the people around her. Even Winter had lifted her hands to tap them together.

At that time, there was a ten-minute break announced, and Pyrrha exited the arena for a quick rest and a bottle of water.

That was when Winter made her way back over to Weiss, wearing a smile that displayed her amusement.

"I take it you're enjoying yourself?"

"Yes!" Weiss exclaimed. "I didn't know she'd be fighting Grimm! She's incredible, isn't she?"

"Very impressive," her sister agreed. "I've got to admit I'm eager to see what happens next."

It certainly didn't disappoint.

Pyrrha was soon up against a Beowolf, something much larger than the boars and much more agile than the snake. With knife-sized claws on the end of every large paw and snapping jaws full of blade-like teeth, it gave the champion a run for her money.

But Pyrrha never faltered or retreated.

Once again, she engaged in her deadly dance with the beast, never taking her eyes off her opponent, never missing a step.

The audience was captivated, following her every move, the flow of her hair and the sash on her skirt snapping out behind her, the point of her blade and the curve of her shield fending off the malicious black jaws.

And almost too soon, it was over.

Pyrrha stood over the body of the Beowolf, barely even fazed. Straightening her back, she lifted her javelin high above her head and gave her fans another beaming smile.

Everyone jumped out of their seats to applaud, Weiss included. She was so caught up in the excitement of the moment, she didn't care for her reputation any longer. She clapped with a dainty fervor, still astounded by what she'd just witnessed.

Pyrrha cast her gaze around every section of the audience, slowly turning herself around as people showered down small flowers and coins.

But the second Pyrrha's eyes lifted to the balcony section, she paused, just slightly.

Weiss gasped out loud as their eyes met.

It was clearly just a fluke, just a coincidence, and the great distance between the two of them ensured it was nearly impossible to tell whether or not they'd truly made eye contact.

But Weiss knew it was close enough, and her mind told her it was legitimate. Her heart seemed to flip in her chest as Pyrrha Nikos looked at her for the first time.

And then, the young champion gave another smile, one that seemed to be just for Weiss.

The exchange seemed to last for only a few seconds before Pyrrha turned away, almost reluctantly, to smile at the rest of the crowd.

Weiss might've liked to linger there a moment longer, relishing the thought that perhaps Pyrrha Nikos had actually seen her above the other thousands of people present here. Even if it was just a delusion, it was one Weiss was willing to accept.

As the announcer's voice came back over the intercom to thank the audience for their attendance today, Pyrrha began to make her way off the arena.

At that time, Winter made her way over, until she could place a hand on Weiss' shoulder.

"Did you enjoy the matches?" she wondered.

Weiss half-twirled around to meet her gaze.

"Yes! She's really incredible! I've never seen someone as young as her fight Grimm like that before."

"She was indeed very skilled," Winter agreed. "I couldn't count so much as a single instance where she'd missed a strike opportunity. Her execution was quite excellent. I hope you enjoyed seeing her in person for the first time."

"Absolutely," Weiss nodded. "I'll never forget this day. Thank you for bringing me here, Winter."

Weiss was so overjoyed, she failed to think about public appearances yet again. She wrapped her arms around her sister in a soft embrace and sighed happily as she felt Winter's hands on her back.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. You deserve it after how hard you're always working." Winter took a step back, keeping her hands on Weiss' shoulders to guide her sister's gaze up to meet her eyes. Winter's tone as she continued contained just a faint dash of eagerness. "Now then, how would you like it if I added a bonus onto all of this?"

Weiss couldn't help but shake her head.

"No, th-that's okay. You've already done so much for me..."

"But what if I were to tell you..." Winter reached into her uniform's pocket and extracted a small piece of paper. "That I was able to get my hands on one of these?" She revealed the front of the paper to Weiss.

The younger girl leaned forward to read it. As soon as she realized what it was, she gasped and nearly stumbled backward.

"Winter! That's not-"

"A VIP pass to meet with Miss Nikos one hour from now? Yes it is."

"But-But I can't-"

"Don't be ridiculous. Of course you can. Father's given you this entire day to yourself, hasn't he? Your concert isn't until tomorrow so you should utilize today to enjoy yourself as much as you possibly can. We don't know when you'll ever be able to catch him in such a good mood again. It could be years."

"I know..." Weiss lowered her voice and her gaze. "I know. And I know you worked even harder in order to arrange all of this for me today, Winter. It's just... I've already gotten to see her in her matches today. Meeting her one-on-one... face to face..."

She fiddled with her hands in front of her dress, feet shuffling nervously. "I've admired her for so long, and seeing her from afar today was a dream come true for me. But I think that... meeting her personally will be a bit-"

"Say no more." Winter nodded, wrapping an arm around Weiss' shoulders to begin leading her back through the crowds. "I understand that today has been rather overwhelming for you. After all, it was probably the most excitement you've ever had all in one day. Being part of an audience definitely took it out of you. You should rest back at our hotel room."

Weiss nodded glumly as she followed alongside her sister.

"I wouldn't want to be like this the first time I meet her," she mumbled. "Besides, I... I wouldn't know what to say to her. I've got nothing of value to tell her. I'd probably just clam up, or worse I'd babble."

"I hardly think Miss Nikos would mind," Winter assured her. "I've heard that she's taken an interest in meeting you, too."

Weiss almost tripped.

"She... she has?"

"Of course. Most people on Remnant would love to meet you, but I've heard a lot about how Miss Nikos particularly loves your music. But I'm not trying to pressure you into seeing her. It's been a hectic day for you, and you should rest. Get something to eat. In fact, I'll tag along with you."

"No, you should go meet Pyrrha instead," Weiss insisted. "You went through all that trouble to get that ticket. Plus, you'd have immensely more things of value to say to her than I or anyone else ever would. You can praise her techniques and tell her how exceptional she is."

Winter patted her sister's shoulder as they continued making their way out of the stadium.

"Weiss. Don't you think she hears enough of that already? Her agents and her co-workers tell her those sorts of things every day. And while I imagine she appreciates the praise... don't you think she'd like to get away from all of that? Just for an hour or two?"

Weiss was silent as they finally exited the stadium, pondering Winter's statement.

"I suppose you're right..."

"You know I'm right," Winter corrected. "Which is why I won't be using this ticket."

Weiss was about to state her understanding, until a new thought struck her.

"Wait! Maybe you can use it..."

She quickly dug into the pouch at her hip. Her father always made it a point that she carry around a few extra tickets for the upcoming concert in case Weiss were ever to stumble upon some important figure. He wanted her to invite significant people to her concerts as a courtesy - and more importantly, as a business venture.

But Weiss didn't intend to use her extra concert ticket for such purposes today.

She extracted one and handed it to Winter, curling her sister's fingers around the paper. She gazed up at her with pleading eyes and spoke earnestly.

"Please, Winter. I know it's selfish of me to ask you to do this. But I... I really don't think I can meet her in person yet. But I want to... to try to do that. Some day. And maybe inviting her to one of my concerts can help with that. Of course, she might be too busy to attend tomorrow's concert, but-"

"Say no more." Winter accepted the ticket and carefully slipped it into her own pocket. "I understand, Weiss. I'll gladly do this for you. I'll meet with Miss Nikos to give her this ticket, and nothing more."

"But... you should at least stay for a while," Weiss murmured. "It wouldn't be worth the trouble you went through to get the VIP pass to just hand her the concert ticket and leave."

Winter smiled, reaching out to pat Weiss' head affectionately.

"Weiss, I'm not the one who's been dying to meet her for over a decade. And besides, this will be our only evening together to do as we please. I've got to take you out to dinner at least once."

Weiss, too, managed to smile.

"That sounds really nice."

"Then it's decided." Winter reached into her pocket to retrieve her VIP pass. She paused Weiss and herself before they could get too far away from the stadium. "Just wait here for me. I won't be long. Keep near security."

"I will."

Winter dipped down to kiss her head briefly, then started back towards the stadium's entrance. Weiss heard her sister call out to the guards there.

"Excuse me. I'd almost forgotten that I have this pass..."

Weiss watched as the guards politely led her sister back inside. She could only imagine what it might be like to meet Pyrrha Nikos in person.

But just the thought of being in the same room with her, let alone trying to speak to her, sent Weiss' heart aflutter all over again.

She did as Winter had advised and kept within sight of the security guards, leaning back against the outside wall as she watched the crowds of people exiting. A few here and there noticed her, and she heard surprised whispers of her name amongst the noise, but no one approached her. They were all too infatuated with thoughts of Pyrrha, and Weiss could understand completely.

She waited for no longer than ten minutes until she saw her sister once more. Winter made her way through the crowds calmly, looking rather satisfied. Weiss scurried up to meet her.

"How did it go?"

Winter smiled and ushered her to continue walking.

"It went well. She's a very charming young woman, even after she's just finished such an exhausting performance. But goodness, you should have seen the look on her face when I handed her that concert ticket."

Weiss bit her lip and swallowed.

"Did she... discard it?"

"Of course not!" Winter swatted Weiss' head lightly. "Don't be a fool. She was ecstatic, Weiss. Simply ecstatic. Evidently, she's been a fan of your music for quite some time now. She's always longed to attend one of your concerts, but never got the chance with all her recent work. But now that she's got a ticket in her possession, she asked me to assure you that she'll be there tomorrow."

Weiss' heart gave another leap.

"She... she will?"

"Yes. She informed me that she has no significant plans for that time frame tomorrow. So you can expect her to be present for your concert. Now, I hope this isn't going to impede on your performance, because if Father-"

"No! Not at all!" Weiss assured her. "I'll be giving the best performance of my career, I promise!"

Winter seemed satisfied.

"Good. But in order to do that, I think it'd be best if you were treated to a fine dinner tonight. Care to join me?"

Weiss smiled joyously as she all but skipped along beside her.

"I would love to!"

A/N: It was an eventful first chapter for everyone! Hopefully Weiss will be able to meet her idol and crush before long!

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