AN: Okay, so I lied. I've been working on this story a lot because ideas keep hitting me and I'm constantly thinking about this AU, and I'm not quite sure why, but I'll assume that yall understand! Anyways, I want to put the intro into this story out, see what yall think, and go from there! It's much more mature in the storyline and content, and is dystopian, and is Jelsa! Set in the future (duh) and Jack is a few years older than Elsa. All of North America has been transformed into Duras, which was the doing of America. But anyways… I'll let yall figure the rest(:

BTW: Any talk of the government isn't a personal opinion or where I think the world is going or blah blah blah, for yall that read a little too into it. It's simply serves a storytelling purpose to further the plot and all of that.

I woke up to sunlight streaming through the threadbare curtains on my grimy window. I looked at the somewhat broken digital calendar/clock I found in the dump close to my house. It showed the date, but not the time. But I didn't mind, it still sort of worked, and it was more than what I had before. The calendar read December 19th, 2138.

It was two days until my birthday. My big 21, which was on the 21st too. Too bad it really held no significance anymore. If I was in a bit more of an orthodox situation then I would probably be excited since I could legally drink and things like that. But since literally no one paid attention to that law anymore (even the cops) I wasn't planning on treating that day any different than any other day.

The only person that was excited was Anna. She insisted that it was a big deal and held for celebration. But that was Anna. She got excited over the smallest things. One time she made this guy she knew in school the "Official Ice Master and Deliverer" because he brought her an ice cube. But she was young.

Anyways, I didn't know what the celebration was going to be, and what money it was going to be bought with. We were barely getting along. Honestly the only reason we'd survived this long was thanks to my dad. If he hadn't trained me, then we would've been robbed or worse, kidnapped and sold to the GEDO, the Government Experimentation and Development Organization. That was one place I was determined to keep Anna and I away from.

I signed and got up, running my hands through my long blonde-almost-white hair, trying to pull out the tangles. I pushed back my blanket and put on my usual outfit that I had folded neatly in the corner. Some tight but comfortable Nike pants I had traded for that were in excellent condition, which is one of my best deals to this day. They were hard to find in such good condition these days, when you were the social class I was. I slipped on my combat boots, tank top, and hoodie over that. Comfortable, casual, neat, and most importantly, flexible and sturdy material in case I had to fight.

You never knew who or what was hiding in an alleyway.

I walked over to the one small bathroom that Anna and I shared. I didn't mind though. We never had to wait on each other, we knew how to get in, do what we needed to do, and get out. And that didn't just regard to the bathroom. It was our lifestyle.

I braided my hair back in a French braid, and rinsed my face off. I picked up my purple eyeliner that I wore religiously and made a thin line above my thick, dark eyelashes. It was the only makeup I wore, and I wore it because it complemented my bright blue eyes, but I mostly just wore it because it reminded me of a time when my family was together, and we weren't living in poverty.

When my parents were alive, my dad had a good job in the government, which is saying more than it used to. We had a huge house, with the nicest stuff. We lived pretty close to royalty, as did other government workers and their families. But along with money, the government gave us top of the line protection. If I were to guess by the number of body guards and security systems we had, my dad was pretty high up in his job. I never knew what he did; he wasn't allowed to tell us. He was technically sworn into total secrecy, but he told us a lot anyways.

He told me most of the history about where we lived, since it wasn't taught in school. Or the truth wasn't taught in school anyways. For the few kids that could even afford school.

Ever since the government took more control of the United States, and then took over all of North America, everyone had lived in fear. Everyone was scared because of all the wars that were going on, since obviously other countries didn't want to be taken over. Somehow they did it, but my guess is that they didn't fight fair. Anyways, the country kind of looks like a patchwork quilt now. Some places are in total ruins, some are livable, but not the best condition, and other places (like New York, or Chicago) are still in almost the exact same condition as they were before. But no matter where you lived, everyone was afraid. The fear only heightened when they started the GEDO.

The GEDO was what everyone was scared of, regardless of whatever your social status was. It started shortly after America started taking over Canada, the second country they took over. They began by using prisoners that were sentenced for the death penalty, and experimenting on them, but then they started taking anyone that was eligible, willing or not. Prisoners, the homeless, the elderly, and people that got sold to them. At first they were just trying to heighten our natural abilities, such as eyesight, hearing, strength, endurance, etc. But then they started trying to mix our DNA with animals, creating hybrids and mutants. They tried to regrow lost limbs, grow new limbs, cure diseases, accidentally make new and worse diseases. Who knew what they were doing now. All anyone knew was that if you were taken or sold to GEDO (you could get a lot of money for bringing in healthy "specimen" as they called it: men and women, and even children, that were healthy and the top in their abilities) you never came back.

Anyways, my dad told us all about the GEDO, how and when we were planning to invade and take over other countries. Well, he told my mom. He told me later on when I was older.

My dad told us everything, except for his job. I don't know what exactly his job was in the government; my mom didn't know either. But he told us everything else. He told us that something big was happening. That was why he started training me. So I could protect myself and Anna. He would've trained Anna too, if it weren't for the accident. The accident I caused.

But almost as soon as I could walk, he started training me. He taught me several different languages besides English: Spanish, French, German, Portuguese, Russian, Mandarin, Chinese, and some Polish and Arabic. It was a lot, but I was fluent in almost all of them.

Part of my dad's old mysterious job required him to travel a lot, and he was really good with people. They always seemed to listen and do what he said. He had almost a regal aura about him. So when he traveled he said he learned as much as he could about the different cultures.

Along with learning different languages and the history of the country, he taught me how to fight. He called me a prodigy, because of how quickly I picked up the skill. He taught me hand to hand combat, and many different styles of it. I know Kung fu, Kuntao, Sanshou, Jujitsu, Karate, and Kyudo. He taught me how do fight with a sword, but mainly the basics since it isn't a popular method of fighting. He taught me archery, how to shoot a gun, knife throwing, and wilderness survival.

He taught me how to be charismatic and charming, and my mom taught me how to be extremely lady like. She insisted that if he could teach me how to shoot a target while wearing a blindfold, then she could teach me how to hold a tea cup properly and which fork to use to eat a salad (the closest one to the dinner plate).

So basically you could sit me down at the queen's table or in the middle of the woods and I'd survive either one.

My dad would've taught Anna all this too if it wasn't for me and the accident I caused. So my mom just taught her all the ladylike things, despite Anna's clumsiness. Anna knew the basics, my dad at least taught her some hand to hand combat, and how to shoot a gun, but only the bare minimal.

He didn't really let her do anything, and it was our unspoken agreement for me to never let anything happen to her again.

Not since I shot her. I didn't mean to! It was a total accident. One night I snuck out to practice shooting in the empty warehouse behind our house where my dad used to train me at, and Anna followed me. I was showing off and accidentally shot her, in the head. Luckily she tripped at that moment(that child was the clumsiest person in the world) and it only grazed her forehead.

When we took her to the doctor (who claimed to be a witch doctor but it didn't really matter since he was genius and knew exactly what he was doing) he confirmed that it only grazed her, and between the medication and a sort of post-traumatic stress made her forget the whole incident. When the doctor asked what happened we just said she got caught at the wrong place at the wrong time. That was the story Anna believed too. But my parents and I knew the real one.

After that, Anna wasn't allowed with me alone, and she couldn't come watch my training sessions anymore. We'd grown sort of distant compared to how close we were before, but I just kept telling myself that it was for her own good. It was to protect her.

A knock on the bathroom door shook me out of my reminiscing.

"Elsa?" Anna asked, and it pulled me into another memory. Me hiding in my room from Anna thinking I was a monster, and her trying to get me to come out. She even tried singing to me.

I shook my head side to side, and set my eyeliner down. I opened the door and smiled. We'd grown closer since my parent's death, but I still didn't let her near me when I was training. I did that alone now.

"Yeah?" I brushed past her into the kitchen/living room/dining room we had. I was careful not to touch her, as always. It wasn't because of my lack of sentimentality; I just was still scared to hurt the most important thing to me.

"Oh, just wondering what was taking you so long! I mean usually you're in and out! Anyways, just wondering!" She smiled that big, adorable smile she had. She was 18, but half the time she acted like she was eight. It didn't bother me though, it just somehow made her more endearing.

She was carrying that stuffed snowman toy that she'd had since she was a child. Olaf. That was his name. I used to take it and make it talk to her and say "I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs!" when I wanted her to play with me. I hadn't done that in a long time.

I smiled at her pulled an apple out of the mini-fridge we had. "I just got distracted, that's all." I crunched into the apple.

We both flinched when gunshots cracked fairly close to our apartment. Anna quickly ran over to me and held my arm, while I reached into the cabinet and pulled out my Colt 1911 that was already loaded. Most of my weapons were secured in my truck that I paid extra to hide in the warehouse (different one from where my dad trained me) that was right behind the apartment complex. The owner kept it safe as long as I paid him, and neither of us had broken our promise yet.