Elsanna.

Author's Note; First of all, I would like to inform you that I appreciate the time that you've wasted by pulling this page up on your web-browser.

By the way, I value your time, so as early as Ch. 1, I am informing you that 'english' is not my native language. You may encounter grammatical errors along the way. If you're easily bothered by such, please do not waste your time. If not, feel free to discover my very first try in writing fan fiction.

ElsaxAnna - rated M for profanities, sexual content, torture, and dark theme.


My name is Johanne, and I am a not-so-normal teen. Let's just say that I am quite too liberal, and a non-conformist.

I am on my sixteenth year of existence. Everything was a blur. I can't remember that much.

All I know is that this world is unfair, unjust, and disgusting.

You might be wondering as to why I think that way.

I am abandoned by my parents, raised by an organization that will probably put me up for adoption.

Let me rephrase that. I was raised by an illegal organization that will gain much by selling me in any way, and in any form.

They could sell me alive or dead. I mean they could sell me as a whore or they could cut my body open and sell my insides, that would be gross, both sounds gross, but being alive is much better than not.

I bet you could have guessed the path that I have gone to.

Tonight, I will meet the person that has taken interest on me. Well, I won't be able to see him because he would probably be behind the screen. The only time that I'd be seeing him, is when he have already handed the money over to Oaken.

Oaken, is a nice man. Yes, he's part of this ungodly organization but it's not of his own will. The king forced him to do what he's doing, going as far as threatening to kill his whole family.

After his first night, he wanted to back-out. He puked when he saw the lifeless bodies of once young healthy children. Their bodies ripped open, their organs taken and transferred to a specialized container.

The king got very angry, killing one of his six children, even having somebody rape his wife in front of him.

The first time he saw me, he was immediately fond of me, leaving me confused and curios. And then one night, he confessed that I looked a lot like his deceased daughter with my auburn hair and freckles, and such.

He was always there for me, protected me like a father. He even took claim on me, just to not let anybody or anyone take advantage of my innocence.

He lied. He said we're sleeping together, we are, but we haven't done anything.

One night Oaken overheard the king's men. They were talking about us, and they mentioned something about the king coming over to verify Oaken's claim on me. He wanted to see us go for it.

My heart broke, not for myself, but for him. He could lose another one of his children for lying to the king, and I don't want that to happen.

I've made a decision. I swore to myself that this time, I'll be the one to protect him.

He kept me untainted for fifteen years, and I'd be glad to sacrifice myself for him.

And so before the night came, I lured him to drink, and drink he did, but I know that I can't have him drink too much because I would have to carry him to bed, and I can't with all of my strength do that.

After seeing that he had enough, I went over to him, sliding my arm around his waist to support him, he gave me this wide grateful smile, before pulling me by my arm in front of him.

Well, that's a first. He never applied force on me before. He's strong, and I admired that.

He cupped my cheek lovingly. I can feel his warm alcohol-induced breathe ghosting over my face.

This is it. I can't help but think that this is much better than being gang-raped by the king's men, and that him, being the one to make the first move is quite comforting because honestly, I wouldn't know what to do.

He leaned forward, whispering things to me. He kissed my cheek before pulling away. I swear I see tears before hearing him call-out.

"Kristoff! come and join Johanne."

A blonde boy, probably with the same age as me entered the room. Our room. I glared at him at first, before crawling my way on top of Oaken, my father.

Our father.

I seated myself above his thighs, my legs around his waist, my hands snaking around his neck.

I heard Kristoff took in a sharp breath. He was staring at us now, dumbfounded.

I gave him a look of "do something if you don't want to die."

He understood, taking a step forward, followed by another and so on.

Oaken pushed me lightly away from his warmth, away from his comforting presence.

"I'm not in the mood to fuck you tonight, Johanne. You see that boy, he's my kid, and I want you to please him while I pleasure myself."

"Are you sure you don't want to play with me tonight?" I whined. Oh god, I'm so good at this. The years that I've spent with douchebags, sluts, and con-artists finally paid off.

"Are you questioning my instructions, Johanne?" He asked me, his voice full of authority.

I let out a whimper before scrambling towards Kristoff.

"Good girl. Now, take off your clothes." Oaken instruced.

I am ready. I was born ready, but I'm not sure if Kristoff was, so I glanced at him.

"You heard him. Strip."

I can see fire in his eyes, mirroring the intensity of my gaze. He too, wanted to live. He too, wanted to protect his father and their family.

We both have the same reasons. We want to live and protect the people we love, and right now, that is enough to make me proceed.

The king arrived next morning, seeing the three of us naked as the day that we're born, the smell of sex still lingers around the room.

I am awake but my eyes are shut close, not because I am afraid. It's just that I'm too tired and it's too early.

I heard a feminine voice saying; That kid over there.

Then a deep voice answered, probably the king; What kid? The boy or the girl?

"The girl. Ice king likes redheads for his ice prince to play snowballs with."

The king let out a laugh. "I never thought that the ice king is into that kind of stuff."

"Well, we all have our guilty pleasures."

"I veto that."

"You're one to talk." The feminine voice replied smugly.

That night was my first. Our first. We had sex while Oaken suite himself.

Kristoff and I had several sexcapades after that night, just for the sake of feeling something, but that didn't last long.

He said he loves me, that he was in love with me, but I wasn't feeling that way about him, so I kind of broken-up our physical intimacy.

A week after, I had a one-night stand with a stranger, his name is E-r, E.R., Erik, Erle, or something, because I am too desperate to feel, and I wanted to know if I am somehow in love with Kristoff, and not just in lust with him.

I was a little drunk that night, and haven't even remembered the face of the guy that I had sex with.

All I know is we fucked, and then I left once I woke up, not even bothering to leave a note, or wake E.R. up.

And 6 months after that, I've celebrated my sixteenth birthday.

And three weeks after, here I was, packing my things, preparing to leave this hell-hole if I'd be sold-out.