A/N: Hello! This is my first fanfiction ever (not counting the ones I started that still remain unfinished and unpublished to this day), so please be really harsh with me. I'd like to improve my writing quality as much as I can.

This idea actually sprouted from when I was browsing through the Elsanna subreddit. There were two posts there, one with slave!Anna & slave!Elsa, and one with HanSolo!Anna and slave!Elsa. Yeah, the pictures were pretty...evocative. Then an idea entered my mind: what if there was a fanfic like that, a Star Wars AU fanfic where Anna is a bounty hunter and Elsa is a slave dressed in the famous golden bikini.

The next day, I accidentally this.

It's really hard, researching on all the stuff to make sure nothing I write contradicts canon. Hopefully it doesn't, but I probably did, so if there is, sorry in advance.

I'll try to update this as much as I can, but school is really busy, and I'm writing this by the seat of my pants.

Hope you enjoy!

If Anna had any other choice, she would avoid Tattooine like the plague.

But she had no choice, since most of her employers and contractors made their residence here, but it didn't mean she had to like it. The desert planet's heat was intense beyond belief, and she would often end up dripping with sweat. Oftentimes while simply walking down the Old District of Mos Eisley, she could see the heat refracting off the endless stretch of sand dunes for miles and miles, which only served to hammer the fact further in.

Sure, there was the occasional job that sent her off-planet to some distant floating ball in space, but they were few and far in-between, since most of her clients rarely operated beyond Tattooine, so she was more often than not stuck here.

She had to admit that the unforgiving little ball of sand had its fair share of sights and wonders, like right now, for instance. She sat on top of a rock, admiring the deep orange sunlight of the two stars as it shone across the landscape dotted with stretching stone cliff sides and sand dunes.

Yeah, Anna mused. This place does have its moments.

The wind blew softly, cooling the air to a comfortable temperature. The sunlight was slowly fading away, giving way to the vibrant nightlife of the Armpit of the Galaxy in the distance. Buildings began to light up, in anticipation of the binary sunset's end.

Anna stood up and began walking towards the ship behind her, a YV-560 light freighter.

It was ugly and more than a bit worn, but it was as close she was going to get to an actual home. It held a special place in her heart - she had finally earned enough money from jobs to get her own ship, and this was the one thing that caught her eye in the spaceport.

The toydarian who was selling the ship was rather dimwitted, and was selling it at a relatively dirt-cheap price compared to the rest of the ships on offer (it would still drain her savings dry, but not as much). Initially, she was not impressed with the freighter at all. The panelling was rusty and falling apart, and the on-board systems and engines needed a major re-haul and a lot of time in order to get airborne, time she didn't want to spend.

Then she noticed that the hyperdrive was covered in dust, seemingly untouched by the merchant. Upon closer examination, she realized she was looking at a Class 1 hyperdrive, and that the toydarian didn't bother to take a closer look at the ship.

She wasted no time in taking the supposed piece of junk off his hands.

Ever since, she'd been fixing it up bit-by-bit, with a little help. The rusty panelling was mostly fixed up, and the rust bucket was now space-worthy. There was even a functioning air-conditioning unit now. She didn't have to spend all her time outside in the sweltering heat that was daytime in Tattooine.

As she walked up the ramp, she heard the familiar sound of wheels whirring and beeping.

"Sven?" Anna called out.

A T7 astromech droid came from the side of the entrance, beeping at Anna.

She smiled. The trusty little droid was a gift from one of her employers after she rescued him from an arms deal gone wrong. It was a little dated, sure, but it had done more than enough for her over the years, fixing up the ship and bringing it up to snuff.

It had a nickname before she even got it. His former owner had the droid for a long time, so long in fact, that he'd gotten around to naming it Sven, short for Seven.

"Hey there, little guy," Anna said, kneeling down in front of it. "What do you have for me?"

A set of sounds emanated from Sven. Anna raised her eyebrow.

"What does Kristoff need me for?"

The astromech beeped in nonchalance. A tool extended from its body and began projecting a hologram.

The hologram took form, showing a tall and bulky man with blonde hair. "Hey, Anna. How's Sven doing?"

"Kristoff?" Anna said, confused. "He's doing well enough. We actually managed to fix up the targeting systems today!"

Her brow furrowed, remembering something. "What's this all about? It's almost night, and you know this is supposed to be my off-day."

"Yeah, I know," Kristoff said sheepishly. "But this is really important for me, and I figured you'd be more inclined to take this job than anyone else."

"How so?"

"Remember the gang that almost killed me at that arms deal?"

"Of course," Anna replied. The Dar Bonfath gang was an up-and-coming group. They quickly earned a reputation of operating under a code of maximum brutality. Tales of freighters being boarded and abandoned, only for to be found with their cargo gone and their crew gutted dead, often times in multiple pieces strewn all over the cabins, quickly circulated around the rumor mill.

Personally, Anna despised types like them. It was a bit hypocritical of her, given her line of work, but she always made it a point to leave any innocent being uninvolved and unharmed, unlike them, who made it a point to do the total opposite.

"Well, I found one of the guys who tried to kill me. Meet me at the usual place if you're interested." The hologram flickered out, fading away.

Anna stood up at the base of the ramp, looking back and forth between the inside of her ship and the outside.

"Ugh," Anna groaned, walking towards the armory. "Alright. I'll bite."

The Mos Eisley Spaceport was known for many things, being dirty, absolutely corrupt, and riddled with crime were just a few things. Another thing it was known for was the immense variety of its night life. Cantinas and casinos lined the sides of the roads, and as a result the port was crowded even at night.

This made it easy for Anna, who was dressed in a worn second-hand RD-14B stealth armor set and armed to the teeth, to look inconspicuous. After all, no one would pay attention to a bounty hunter in a sea of smugglers, slavers, and other bounty hunters.

It was a thought that left a bitter taste in her mouth, the fact that she could walk among a crowd of the most despicable people in the galaxy and blend in. In a sense, she belonged here, in this hive of scum and villainy.

She looked the part, at the very least. The armor, despite it being old and used and lacking the helmet, still looked intimidating with its scratched armor plating and its knee-length waist cape billowing behind her. The weapons on her body only added to the aesthetic, like three Class-A thermal detonators on her belt, and the S-5 heavy blaster pistol strapped to her thigh. Sure, it was missing the second scope on the side, but it still had the dart launcher - more importantly, it still worked, and it worked well.

The same could be said for the medium-sized vibroblade sheathed horizontally at the back of her waist. She'd gotten it on one of her first bounties, a sort-of parting gift from the man she shot dead. It was sharp, and incredibly helpful on the jobs where a loud, bright blaster wasn't suited for the task.

The one thing that made her look a bit less intimidating that she aimed for was the slugthrower at her back, a Tof Soren hunting rifle. Even the extended barrel and handguard she added to the gun wasn't enough to shake off its 'primitiveness'. Anna never paid any mind to that. It was the best gun to use at a distance - where a blaster rifle, with its glowing projectile and distinguishable sound, would just paint a huge target on her, the slugthrower would conceal her position as she picked the off one-by-one.

An odd thing Anna noted when she used the rifle, though, was her uncanny ability with it. A blaster was easy to use - the blast traveled straight, and it always hit what it was pointed at. The slugthrower, however, fired projectiles, and those projectiles were affected by gravity, getting slower and hitting lower than where it was aimed at the farther it went. It was of much surprise then, when she noticed that she'd hit her target more often than not, with barely any experience.

She felt as if some unseen force guided her shots.

Before she could continue that line of thought, she reached her destination. It was a cantina that she and Kristoff often met in, called Shalo's. It looked the same as any other bar looked, with a bright, vibrant sign betraying its the dark, chaotic interior.

She made her way inside. It was crowded. People from all walks of life and all forms of species were packed into virtually every inch of the tavern. Squeezing through the veritable crowd of sentients, she made it to Kristoff's usual booth, with the aforementioned man already sitting, patiently nursing a half-empty glass of Jawa beer.

"Are you sure you don't want to change meeting places?" Anna called out towards Kristoff over the sounds of sentients chatting in different languages and loud music blaring over the entire room, moving to take a seat opposite of him. "It's starting to get really crowded in here."

"Really? I don't think it's that crowded," Kristoff said, looking around and finding nothing unusual about the massive crowd?

Her brows raised at that remark. "Kristoff, look at this place. All the stools are taken and all the booths are full. I had to go through so many crowds just to get here. Just because you're used to having eight siblings around doesn't mean everyone else is."

"Anna-"

"If this is anything like how it was at your home, then wow, I do not know how you survived that." She paused. "By the way, have you given them a call? You really should - they're all so adorable."

"Anna, listen-"

"I really wish I had siblings, or a family for that matter. It sucks growing up as an orphan, you know. It's a wonder I didn't get snatched up by wandering slavers or get killed while I was-"

"Anna!" Kristoff cried out. "You're rambling again."

Anna stopped, realizing her mistake. "Oops, sorry. Anyway, what's going on?"

The smuggler sighed. "Okay, so I managed to find info on one of the guys, specifically the Chistori."

This was news. They weren't able to make any breakthroughs in trying to find who exactly were the ones to double-cross him. "Uh huh, so what did you dig up on him?" Anna asked, mouthing an off-hand thank you to the waitress who brought a glass of water.

Kristoff pulled out a holoprojector and placed it on the table. It activated, showing a scarred Chistori male. "His name is Nassed. Turns out he's actually one of the ranking lieutenants in the Dar Bonfath. What he was doing at an arms deal, I do not know."

"But you found out something important."

"Yes," Kristoff affirmed, nodding. "Rumors are going around that the Dar are going to hold an auction in an undisclosed location. It's probably just all stuff they raided from freighters, but this is the first time they're doing something like this, so I'm assuming they're going to want to make sure that this goes as smoothly as possible."

"So you want me to follow Nassed to the auction."

"Yeah, and if my intel is correct…"

Anna caught on. "Then he'll lead me straight to the rest of the gang."

"Bingo."

Anna leaned back, reclining onto the couch. On one hand, Kristoff has the chance to get back at the ones who double-crossed him. On the other, however...

"Well, this sounds nice and all, but it's awfully risky," Anna pointed out, taking a sip from the cup of water. "I mean, the entire gang? That's a death wish. Not to mention who else is going to be there at the auction packing heat."

"Yeah, that's actually why I'm asking you."

"Me? Why?"

"Well," Kristoff began, taking a gulp from the glass of beer. "It's a suicide mission. so one else is accepting the job, and this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I was hoping you'd take up the job."

"It's still suicide."

"Please?" He pleaded. "C'mon, you saved Sven and I that day. You against eight of them and you came out victorious. You're like a one-woman army, I have faith you can do it."

Anna sighed. There was no way he was going to back off. "How much?"

"The info on Nassed wasn't cheap. 25,000."

"50,000."

"30,000."

"40,000. Take it or leave it."

"Ugh," Kristoff groaned. "Fine. I'll wire the payment when you complete the job."

"If I complete the job," Anna pointed out. "Most likely, I'm going to die. Where's Nassed?"

"Right over there." He pointed towards the opposite end of the cantina.

"Kristoff?"

"Yes?"

"Is this why you wanted us to meet here?"

"Yeah. I already slipped him a homing beacon-ow."

"At least tell me when my mark is in the same bar as we are!" Anna scolded. Kristoff rubbed the spot on his head where she had hit him. "We were talking about taking him and the rest of his gang out three booths away from him!"

The blonde held both of his palms out, hushing Anna. "Quiet. He didn't hear us, and if you yell out like that again that won't be for long."

Anna raised her hands up in exasperation. "I'm going. You can take Sven and the blaster rifle back if I die."

Before she dove back into the crown, she heard Kristoff call out after her. "Anna?"

She looked back. "Yeah?"

For a moment, she heard nothing but silence in the noisy bar, until Kristoff spoke. "Please don't die."

"...I'll try," Anna said, before disappearing into the crowd.

It was later into the night.

Anna stared at the entrance from the alley across, watching for any sign of the Chistori leaving the place. It had been half an hour by now. Shalo's crowd didn't thin out at all. Equal amounts of shady caricatures poured in and out of the cantina.

Just a few minutes later, she spotted Nassed exiting. It was time. Anna pulled up her hood, covered her face with the scarf, and began to tail him.

He was cautious and more than a bit tricky. There hadn't been any indication that he knew he was being followed, but it didn't matter because he was paranoid. Rightfully so, given that Anna had been able to keep up with his pace regardless of which alley he took a sudden turn into, or which crowds he merged with.

Anna knew Mos Eisley well, almost like the back of her hand. After all, she did grow up here, and she had plenty of time to wander around the streets of the port, trying to find someplace to hole up and sleep through the night.

His path led him to the docking bays. Anna got worried. If Kristoff's intel was off and the auction was off-world, then the entire thing would get a lot complicated.

The scarred Chistori walked into a bay. Anna cursed under her breath. She walked into an empty alleyway adjacent to the bay. After looking around and seeing no one, she drew her blaster, fired the dart-launcher, and ascended up the cable.

The sounds of engines powering up prompted her to speed things up. She scaled the ledge and ran, jumping over the gap between the docking bays, just in time to see a spacecraft ascend from the pit right in front of her. The wind blew hard, and Anna had to block out the gusts with her hand to prevent her covered face from being revealed.

Luckily, the cockpit was facing away from her, which quickly turned into a moot point has it surged forward, flying away from Mos Eisley towards the outskirts of the spaceport, no doubt heading far away.

"Well, that's just Bantha piss!" Anna swore, staring at the quickly shrinking silhouette of the ship as it flew off.

At least it's not going off-world, Anna thought, finding the silver lining. With any luck, I can track them down using the homing beacon.

There was one problem. She didn't have a speeder.

Anna huffed, jumping down from the roof and making a beeline for a speeder rental.

Oaken was a nice guy. He was huge and built like a Wookie, sure, but he was fair in his pricing, pleasant to customers and, more importantly, didn't ask questions.

So when Anna walked up to him, dressed in armor and armed with weapons, asking to rent a speeder bike, she simply got one.

And so Anna traversed the Dune Sea on an LC-4, heading where the homing beacon was. It was an old speeder bike model, dating back to when the Sith Empire still existed, but it was still fast enough. Even more fortunately, it had an on-board transceiver, allowing her to track Nassed's location.

Kristoff had a transceiver, right? Anna wondered. He's probably gonna be tracking the job constantly.

The blonde man was an unusual smuggler. Unlike others in his line of work, who usually took a hands-on approach, Kristoff was more of a behind-the-scenes kind, working through proxies and stand-ins to fulfill jobs. It wasn't because he wasn't capable in a fight, oh no - he was more than capable, but the deal with the Bonfath was more than enough to turn him away from that approach.

If he was tracking Nassed, he'd also be tracking her along with him, observing for any anomalies.

It had been an hour and a half, and Anna was getting close to where the beacon had stopped. As she came closer and closer, the sights of massive dunes of sand were slowly being replaced with the sights of rocky cliffs and canyons. The landscape was rough and elevated, which gave her an idea on how to approach the situation.

The name of the game was surprise. She was just one bounty hunter, and one against an entire gang, not to mention who else would be there, was suicide. She was better off sneaking around, which was what she was going to do.

Best way to take out the gang was to do it all in one fell swoop. She'd plant thermal detonators on whatever cargo that the Bonfath deemed worth enough to auction off, as well as different points around the area. The resulting series of explosions would hopefully cause enough confusion to allow her to pick off the gang one-by-one with her slugthrower.

Hopefully it would actually go according to plan, Anna wished. When man has a plan…

She was two kilometers away from the beacon, in the middle of a valley path that only went deeper. Anna powered down the bike, parking in a nearby crevice and making her way to the auction on foot.

Anna scaled rock cliffs and trudged over the rocks on her way up to higher ground. A sudden blaring sound and strong gusts of wind caused her to look up at the cause, and she saw another light cruiser heading towards the location, quickly slowing down and descending, disappearing into the valley and landing somewhere out of sight.

Double time it, Anna, the young bounty hunter thought to herself, picking up the pace and reaching the edge of the cliff.

She was greeted by the sight of a massive makeshift marketplace, with ramshackled stands dotting the entire vista. Ships were docked all around, scattered as they surrounded the place. There were multiple tents around - presumably they held the stocks of all those who aimed to sell their wares here. The setup formed a half-circle layout, which surrounded what appeared to be an old Trade Federation superfreighter.

Anna was surprised. They must've been having a pretty good raiding run if they were able to nab a ship like that.

It was a bustling marketplace already - crowds flowed between stands and stages. The one area that lacked any people was the one near the colossal ship, which seemed to be closed off and posted with patrols.

With a plan in mind, Anna jumped over the edge, letting gravity take over and sending her sliding down the cliff face.

She must've scared the lone patrol walking half to death, as she immediately dashed from the gap between stands out into the pathway, leaping onto the rodian and putting him in a headlock. Her legs wrapped around his midsection as she swung her body downwards, taking advantage of the momentum and sending herself and the man into a roll that landed them in the adjacent gap with her on top and the man disoriented.

They landed inside the opposite gap. She immediately drew her vibroblade and hit the patrol on the head, immediately resting the tip of the blade on the side of his neck afterwards and covering his mouth. "Whatever it is you're selling, where are you keeping it?"

In hindsight, it was pretty obvious that the man would speak Rodese, which Anna did not understand a single word of.

"Oh," Anna said, feeling rather chagrined. "Umm, do you know Basic?"

He nodded fiercely. "Light freighter, docked under ship engines."

"Thanks," Anna said, before delivering a strong blow with the bottom of her blade to the side of the rodian, knocking him unconscious. She stood up, looking around for any witnesses before going on the move.

She was expecting a challenge when she entered the restricted area. To Anna's surprise, the patrols did their job with neglect. Each one worked alone, walking along a pre-determined path and doing nothing else. None of them bothered to peek at the darkened nooks and crannies between each tent, simply just staring ahead. It was laughably easy to sneak past them.

Her brow furrowed as she ducked behind a crate, hiding from a passing patrol. She's was getting close. The relatively small ship, which appeared to be a YT-1200 light freighter, was just a couple of stands away, parked with its ramp underneath extended and only two people guarding it.

She circled around the side of the stands, sneaking under the ship and behind the ramp. She immediately made her move, jumping to the left of the guard on the right of the ramp and stabbing him in the neck. Before the other guard was able to react, she dashed towards him and slashed at his neck as well.

After dragging both their bodies underneath their ramp, she walked inside the ship.

The second thing she noted was that the interior of the ship seemed to be stripped bare. It was nothing but an empty space - no doubt they did so in order to store more ill-gotten goods.

The first thing she noticed was there was only one thing inside. It wasn't even a thing, it was a person that was shackled to the wall.

And she was beautiful. She looked at Anna, head tilted and with a curious gaze, and Anna saw beautiful, mesmerizing blue eyes, with petite features on her face forming the most attractive person she has ever seen. The woman was slim, and had slicked back platinum-blonde hair tied into a braid that hung down her back. She had flawless, smooth white skin, and perfectly proportioned legs, hips, and breasts.

Yes, Anna noticed her proportions. It wasn't because she was being lecherous - in fact, she was blushing very hard.

No, it was because the woman was dressed in a very revealing red and gold bikini.