a/n: sorry this took so long. third person really isnt my forte, haha, but at least this is something. enjoy!

"You knew about this?!" Anna immediately exclaimed. She'd gotten even more irritated with Hans sitting behind his desk, with a cigarette between his lips. He looked too calm for this.

But, of course, he did.

"Of course. Anna, come on, relax a bit." He smirked. "Elsa's a faithful client—"

Anna scoffed, crossing her arms in exasperation. She didn't really care for the frown that stupid sideburns made. What was he going to do anyway? "Who the hell is she? And… okay, first of all, I heard from her that you guys had some kind of…"

She couldn't even continue with Hans disrupting her with a chuckle. Whatever sounded so amusing to him, didn't sound like that to Anna, at all. Hans wasn't the type of person to take anything seriously.

"So she told you." That prompted a confused glare from Anna.

"Told me… what?" She didn't bother letting him say the second part. Anna really didn't want to hear what they had talked about. They could fuck each other, for all she cared.

Frankly, she was scared of hearing what he had to say. But he didn't say it, and slowly drew his drawer open. Out came a contract that stated all her details. Requirements. Rules.

"For you."

Puzzled, Anna took the contract, and read it over. Shit, I'm really doing this again. She wasn't surprised though. It was more of… she just didn't want to do it again, but with a woman like her… with what had happened yesterday night… how could she not? She could deny it all she wanted, but a part of her knew she desired her touch again. And Anna couldn't wait.

She swallowed at the lingering thought, and she could still feel her cold… thin fingers sending little bolts of hot pleasure down her figure.

"You… really want me to do this?" Anna questioned. "I… I just work here, Hans."

"I'm giving you an opportunity. She's your opportunity." He leaned back against his seat, giving a long puff of smoke. "Well, perhaps, since we do have our differences, I couldn't make a poor girl stay here long, right?"

What a joke. He knew she wouldn't leave any time soon.

She raised her arms in exasperation. "I don't… I don't know her, and you know exactly why I don't work as an escort anymore!"

He raised his eyebrows. "Look, I know you and Meg has some—"

"This has nothing to do with her, Hans." She was just a naive 21 year old girl—and she knew better that to expect to be saved a woman like her—educated, and wealthy—who would manage to pay her tuition. Anna was the complete opposite of her.

Of course, she would've thought she'd work with her client until everything was paid. Through it all, she had fallen in love with her way too suddenly… she felt as if she'd been used. Anna was blessed… cursed…

She shouldn't have.

He shrugged. "You don't seem too enthusiastic about this. Anyway, discuss the contract with Elsa. Or should I…?"

"Don't." Her immediate response was to glare at the man, her eyes flaring with red. If anything, she would want to talk to Elsa by herself… Hopefully, she'd get to know more about the woman. "I'll discuss it with her."

She'd waited.

Tonight was just a normal night… and she'd waited.

Anna sighed to herself. It was quite frustrating, she'd have to admit. Perhaps, because she was looking forward to seeing Elsa tonight? She didn't know. Ah, but she was a little disappointed, gazing down from the stage.

The empty club was littered with garbage, candles slowly letting their light die. The lights were slowly dimming to finish off the night.

Already dressed up to go back home, she decided to check one last time. Too much of her disappointment, her smile faded when she only saw the janitor sweeping the floor.

So, perhaps, Anna really was looking for Elsa, and for a chance to get to know the woman, but at the same time, the contract was in her hands... and it couldn't wait.

"Damn it," she whispered to herself, kicking the ground. "Damn you…"

"Who are you damning?"

Gasping, she turned to the whispering voice to see… Oh. Elsa. Her cheeks flushed pink, but it was too dark notice. But who could mistake that soothing voice, and glowing blue eyes? Anna found herself speechless, her eyes widening at the blonde smiling at her. "It's… you."

"Were you expecting me?" Anna didn't understand why she was whispering. Her skin crawled with ecstasy, when she found Elsa's hand around her waist… obediently letting her take her back stage. "Well, I'm glad to see you too."

Anna was pressed to the wall, staring up at the blonde silently. It was very unlikely that she was glad to see her now. More like, she had to see her. And finding Elsa's gaze drilling through her, she glared in silence.

The blonde tilted her head. "Yes?"

She took Elsa's hand from her waist. "I was expecting you. I have something for you, so seeing you come right now, is pretty—"

"I was held up by Hans." Elsa smirked as the color of Anna's cheeks drained to a horrid shade. That bastard. Anna clenched her jaw. He was never one to listen anyway; it didn't really surprise Anna anymore. Either way, she didn't expect the blonde to greet her right here, this late in the night. Not that… it was unpleasant seeing her, that is.

Anna folded her arms together, staring at the woman up and down. Had she just come back from work? Her shirt was loose from her belt, tie loosely hanging around her neck, her hair… still perfect? Be still, heart. She arched an eyebrow up, as Elsa placed her hands in her pockets.

The blonde tilted her head. "You… look a bit disappointed. I assume, you don't want to see me?"

Anna shrugged. "Not that I don't want to see you… but it's just that, I have to see you."

Elsa gazed at her curiously, but cautiously. "You look anxious."

Anxious was an understatement. Rather, Anna was feeling just a tad bit scared. Perhaps, a lot more than she was thinking. She'd never met a woman like this… and Meg hadn't treated her—

She shook her head. "I'm not anxious. I just… I-I…" Seeing Elsa was just a bit too intimidating. Her stoic expression and regal form only added to that. Anna couldn't even begin to think what her soft voice would sound like, if she got angry.

For an instant, Anna felt as if she'd been trapped into her blue gaze. Whatever she wanted to say, ended up being trapped in her own throat.

"Anna?" She was beautiful, gorgeous, undeniably desirable. So what?

With a burst of courage, Anna pressed her eyebrows together. "A-Are you—" She cleared her throat. "Are you free tonight?" Much better.

The blonde raised her eyebrows, and immediately, Anna had caught on.

"I'm not asking you out!" she blurted. Maybe I wouldn't have to look so stupid, if I didn't say that. "I just…" Calm down. Deep breathes. "Hans… gave me the contract. I just wanted to look it over with you."

Surprisingly, Elsa nodded, and no signs of any shock was shown. Anna didn't expect it… well, with the way Elsa was, she'd only expected to be teased.

"I know." And there was that distracting grin.

"Y-You knew?" She couldn't help staring at it. Damn her libido! She cleared her throat, nervously bringing out a laugh. "O-Of course you knew, you talked to Hans."

"And you want to come to my home?"

"I mean, h-here is fine if it's an inconvenience for you. Oh, maybe we can go to the bar, grab a drink while we talk," Rambling! She shouldn't really be this anxious over nothing. But, again, anxious was an understatement. "Get an appointment, and where we should meet, and…" she trailed off. Perhaps, Anna was just nervous, as she had never gotten herself so worked up before. Not for a long time anyway. Anna didn't know what to do, letting this woman take all of her attention. She gulped, noticing the blonde patiently waiting for her to continue. "And… rules."

"Rules. Of course."

Or perhaps, this was just another awful idea.

Two or three drinks in, as they sat by the empty bar, she watched the blonde's blue eyes taking in all the words from the flimsy piece of paper that was their contract. All she had to do was sign it, but it didn't seem that easy… seeing how the conversation had gone longer than Anna had expected.

It wasn't as if there was anything too complicated there. But, perhaps, she should feel grateful for how careful Elsa was being. How she was going to be treated…

How their relationship was going to be.

"Overall, I don't do anything too extreme. Nothing… that really hurts me. I also would like it if… a party returns the favor. But that's just all the basic stuff… and I assume you know all this." Gods, getting a few drinks surely was a great idea.

Putting her rock glass down, Elsa raised her eyebrows. "Hurt you?"

Anna wrung her fingers together, barely noticing the woman's gaze trailing down to her shaking fingers. She sounded meek when she sighed. And the thoughts that clouded her mind made her weak. "Y-Yeah… not… uh, submissive… dominant… all that stuff."

The blonde stayed silent.

She rolled her eyes. "No BDSM."

Elsa cocked her head to one side. She was curious, and Anna knew that… with those sparkling eyes, and a stoic expression. She couldn't possibly be concerned. Not this concerned.

She watched her continue reading the contract, taking another drink. "It seems like you've had certain… experiences."

Am I being too obvious?

Anna shrugged. Needing a bit more liquor courage, she took another gulp of her drink. "They're not… I-I shouldn't say… bad experiences… but…"

"You weren't allowed to do these things."

Anna shook her head. "It's all about preferences, but it's just…" As if what Elsa had said was somewhat funny, she couldn't hold back the small chuckle she had. "More like… I wouldn't allow myself." She just couldn't take the chance… finding herself falling for someone that just didn't love her the way she did. She shouldn't have fallen in love. She should've really just declined the request. It was so simple, so easy.

Yet…

Anna blinked. Perhaps, this was happening again. But she wouldn't let it.

She wouldn't let herself be used again. She wouldn't let herself… love again.

Why is she smiling? Anna cocked her eyebrow up, hands clenching tightly together at the mere thought of being used again. Seeing Elsa… observing the way she acted towards her, she was positive that she was the type to woman to take her place. Anna looked down in silence, trying to keep away from that gaze.

Everything… was just all too familiar.

She felt her finger tilt her chin up, and she was forced to look into those eyes. Observant. Curious. But it was nothing too sincere or caring.

Her heart pounded, blood rushing through her veins, and she felt as if she'd gone somewhere that held her wrists in chains… but it wasn't unpleasant.

"You're holding yourself back." Elsa caressed her thumb across her jaw.

Reluctantly, Anna pushed her touch away. "I… I'm not." Ah, but it was the truth. What if she was just another one of those people? All she would end up feeling was the shatter of her own heart, hearing her own cries wallowing helplessly. Again.

No, she wouldn't allow it, and couldn't bear to feel again the way she used to feel.

She let out a deep breath. "I'm not." A more determined look, her voice strong and powerful.

Elsa smiled. It wasn't a taunting, or seductive. It looked real. Through the dimly lit lighting, Anna could still see the woman's eyes softening to a wonderful shade of blue, her cheeks bringing some colors through her beautiful pale skin. So she could look like that sometimes.

Anna wouldn't be opposed to seeing that expression again.

"I believe you," Elsa said. She turned to wrist to look at her watch. "It's getting late. Perhaps, I should take you home?"

"W-Wait, did you even look at the contract thoroughly—"

"It's nothing new," she said. In disbelief, Anna gazed at the woman as she slipped the paper in the folder. She wondered how many escorts she'd been with, and if she was just… a sex-addict—

Anna shook her head. It was a ridiculous thought.

Feeling a tap on her forehead, she glared at the woman in front of her, only to see her eyes still glowing happily at her. Somehow, it didn't annoy her… and as a matter of fact, it only intensified the speed of her heartbeat.

"If you're so worried," Elsa whispered. Anna couldn't even back up when she felt her finger on her chin, seeing her coming close… her breath on her cheek as her lips came close to her ear. The feeling was exhilarating, "Of course, I'll read it, …very ….carefully." Damn it. "Perhaps, I'll call you if I have … any questions." Damn you.

The redhead quickly took a deep breath, as she realized she'd been holding it. "Y-Yeah…" she replied, earning herself a little chuckle from Elsa. Pulling away, she felt Elsa's cold fingers laced between hers. And she let her in, gazing at their entwined fingers… the coldness of her skin sending shivers down her warm back.

Ah, it contrasted wonderfully.

"Come, I'll take you home," Elsa offered.

The redhead stood up, completely rendered speechless. And she couldn't figure out if it was the alcohol, or just… it was her. The feeling of her skin against hers captivated Anna… and, slowly, it was just driving her crazy. Driving her speechless.

Hopeless about her own feelings, she let Elsa lead them to her car.

The night was getting colder. It was unbearable, as snow continued to hail down the streets, but the lights continued to guide them on their way. The moon was bright up in the sky, but the clouds covered its shine. Looking through the car window, it showed nothing but the emptiness of the streets. Was it really getting this late?

She turned to Elsa, wrapping her arms around herself. There was that look again.

The distant expression, her knuckles white from her tight grip, her clenched jaw… dark, and seemingly broken eyes. Anna tilted her head, intrigued... yet a bit worried. She was a beautiful woman, but something about her… behind those eyes, wasn't beautiful. She'd love to know what she was thinking.

The silence was only thickening the air between them. Anna laced her fingers together. "Um…"

Elsa blinked. "Yes?" A smile appeared, but it didn't calm Anna's suspicions.

"T-Tell me more about your sister." Damn it! She immediately shut her mouth, almost horrified that she would just blurt that out. She didn't want to see the look Elsa was going to give her—God, she knew the blonde was glaring at her… glaring right through her poor soul. Completely mortified, Anna was scrambling to think about something to say.

Her mind went blank. "I…"

"I don't know much about her." Anna turned her gaze. To her surprise, Elsa didn't look irritated, but her soft expression didn't give out any hint.

She stayed silent, as the car came to a stop at a red light.

Elsa sighed, leaning back against her seat, her hand relaxing on her lap, another running through her fringes.

At this moment, Anna could see how exhausted she looked. Under all those makeup, the colors below her eyes were getting darker, contrasting starkly with her pale skin. She looked too flawless, and nobody would've thought this woman would look so drained from life.

Anna gulped, unable to break away her gaze from the blonde's blue eyes. "Her eyes were quite bright… Nobody would mistake her eyes with any other." Elsa paused, letting her thumb fall across Anna's cheek.

It was difficult to breathe, under her touch. She could barely register the words that flowed from her lips—God, did Anna wish to steal another kiss from her. To relieve her from any worry… to give her all that she wanted.

But she couldn't.

All Elsa wanted was a sister.

"Teal eyes…" she whispered. Anna felt chills running down her back, spreading through her veins like a curse. Elsa pulled her hand away. "You… aren't very much like my father."

Oh?

Anna quirked her eyebrows up. "Meaning…?"

"He's very desperate about pulling me away from finding her. But I am my own person, am I not?" she chuckled with a hint of resentment. "Meanwhile… you seem to want us to get closer to each other. I'm sorry… I don't know why I'm telling you all this." Her eyes lowered to her lap, fingers flowing through her golden hair.

Anna shook her head. All she could give right now was her sympathy. Yes, she felt some… resentment towards Elsa, but she was only human. She only wanted to know more about her… to become close, and further whatever relationship they were having right now. She wanted a real relationship.

Biting her lip, she crossed her eyebrows. "You can talk, you know?"

Through the silence, Elsa laid her eyes on her, her head leaned against the window. "You seem quite interested with what I have to say."

Oh God, no.

Anna's eyes widened. "N-No! I just… I thought you'd want to talk about it to get rid of any, y-you know… I… I'm sorry. I hope you find her soon." She knew Elsa was desperate to find her, even if she didn't know much about her lost sister. She was sincere… and God, Anna would love to have someone like her in her family. After all, being an only child was either a blessing, or a curse.

Anna was completely mesmerized by her eyes… they were captivating, stunning her… She didn't know what else to say.

But Elsa was silent, driving down the road slowly. For a while, it stayed this way, silence enfolding the two girls. Anna couldn't bear it.

"I'd be surprised…" she whispered. Anna barely heard what she'd said. It was ridiculous how much Elsa had told her about her own life… but only adding to the questions that flooded in her mind.

"You can stop here now."

Parked by the side, she felt Elsa's gaze by her side. "Perhaps, I should accompany you upstairs."

Anna shook her head, smiling gratefully at her consideration. "That's… it's alright." A part of her said otherwise. Her fingers twitched, "I think I can manage."

It was already getting too late, after all. Anna didn't want her drifting off while she drove. Oh, she was only kidding herself! Of course, bringing her up would only drive her libido insane… but eventually, it'd be dealt with in a few days.

She chewed on her lip. "I… hope you read the contract. Thoroughly."

"You don't have to worry about that so much. I will."

Anna cleared her throat. What did she want to say? Everything from how her father seemed to treat her to her long lost sister. But this wasn't any of her business… and it shouldn't be any of her business. She turned to her, only to see the brightly lit eyes back then seemed desensitized to any joy.

What's… with her?

"Elsa?" For once, she was scared to call her name.

The blonde blinked and finally, let her eyes lay on hers. She flashed her a small grin. "Sorry, did you say something?"

To be perfectly honest, that didn't look right at all. It was fake. A shell.

Carefully, Anna let her fingers crawl towards Elsa's… placing them atop of hers. "I know it's… not my problem, but you can always talk with someone." She paused. "Not… just specifically with me, but you can do that too. Yup."

Elsa stared at her hand, letting her thumb brush lightly against hers. "Do I look that distressed to you?" she questioned, and her eyes glanced up to Anna's.

Anna swallowed. "Very." She had to be honest, at some point. It'd help.

She was going to let go of her hand until Elsa quickly grasped it, fingers lacing between each other. It was a perfect fit. But Anna didn't need this. She stared at her in silence, her heart halting to a stop. Her body trembled at the feeling of the blonde's palm laid on her cheek. What was already going through Anna's mind had managed to fade away.

Meeting her eyes, she couldn't get away. It was an addiction.

And she could feel Elsa leaning close to her, her thumb brushing across her plump lips. Her heart raced, and she couldn't bear the heat she was feeling. All she wanted to do was get rid of it… or perhaps, her pumping heart said otherwise.

Intensify it.

Feel her.

"I'm sure you'll be able to make that feeling go away, yes…?" Elsa whispered. Oh Jesus.

Anna couldn't answer her with Elsa's lips close to her ear, her breath taking every little part of her. Oh, did she want it. She shuddered, sighing pleasantly into the hot air. Her fingers fold its way to her wrist, and opening her eyes… she'd noticed how blue… how beautiful they were.

Gods, it was as if she was staring deep into the ocean… but this was so much better. And she was lost into it.

Without a thought, she quickly leaned in, her lips finding Elsa's. Gods, was she warm.

The feeling was just exhilarating. But she couldn't figure out whether to relax into the kiss, or to let herself let loose. She sighed, letting her hand find its way to Elsa's collar to pull her closer. She grew hot, her skin trembling with pleasure… and she wanted more. She longed for her.

Anna only managed to pull away when she felt a hand slipping up towards her thigh. Her breathing was labored; cheeks flushed brightly, her hands finally loosening its grip. She gulped, looking into the woman's eyes. "I…"

They were dark… greedy for more… holding her captive. Elsa chuckled, glancing at her glistening lips. "I didn't mean now, did I?"

Awkwardly, Anna cleared her throat. "I-I just... I thought—"

The blonde let go of her, fixing her collar up. "But… I'll accept that, any day." She winked, leaning back against her seat. Anna's body felt as if it'd been engulfed into a ball of flame."As much as I want to do this with you, I'd like you to head back home now."

"Oh… right." Opening the door, Anna immediately wished for the warmth of Elsa's hands as a gust of wind plowed towards her. Turning back to the car, Elsa was watching her.

"Go on, I'll need to see you go inside."

Anna sighed, crossing her arms for warmth. Only when she was close to the entrance, she turned back. "Um… Good night… Miss Arendelle."

The blonde waved. "I'll see you in a few days. Have a good night."

A good night, indeed… Perhaps, probably the strangest night she'd experienced.

In the middle of the night, as Anna continued inside the building and grabbed an elevator for herself, all she could think about was how hard her heart was beating. How red her face looked. How… hot she felt.

How much I want her touch.

This was going to be another long, sleepless night.