Chapter 1

A/N: well…I'm back. After a long while away from the Frozen fandom, I've decided to return. This time, it'll be a Belle/Elsa story. As you can see, I deleted my Elsanna stories. I just lost motivation to write them together, and I've become extremely fond of the Belle/Elsa pairing to the point where I can get going and develop a full length fic for them.

I'll be upfront: don't expect insanely fast updates. I'm in college, and I have a lot of responsibilities. I also have a Destiny fic that's my main priority when it comes to the time I have to write for fun. However, I will not abandon this story. I know what I want to do with it.

This fic will contain lots of BDSM themes/scenes. I'll be sure to mark chapters that include all that good stuff. It will also include g!p Elsa, but in a way that I can incorporate some talk about gender identity as I feel that's something lacking within a lot of Frozen fics I've read where Elsa has male parts.

It was a typical hot, muggy summer day. The kind that makes you sweat way too much on the walk to work or to a meeting. The kind that just makes doing anything miserable, and the kind that can flat out ruin your day if you let it. Well, the man sitting across from Elsa Frost had clearly let the heat get to him. Even with the building's air conditioning blasting at full force, he couldn't seem to stop sweating. Elsa was amazed by it considering halfway through the meeting she actually had to leave briefly to grab her suit jacket from her office because she had started shivering.

The air control panel read sixty-seven degrees.

I might as well be in a freezer at this point, Elsa thought.

The man, Gerald Triton, of Triton Industries, respectively, was rambling on about how he didn't approve of Elsa's decision to appoint her brother, Jack, as the assistant head of her company's public marketing division. She figured the man's heightened state of tension and irritation wasn't helping his sweating situation either.

"I do not want a nineteen-year-old boy to make decisions about how I sell my products! I will cut ties with you if you go through with this," Gerald said.

"Mr. Triton, I can assure you that Mr. Frost is a great choice," Elsa returned, her voice steady and confident as her icy blue eyes locked on the large man across the table. "It wasn't something I decided to do on a whim. I ran it by the leaders of our other divisions and even my assistants, and they all agreed that he would be an excellent addition to our marketing team. After all, a staple of Frost Marketing is to keep young, fresh faces out there who can effectively score deals with major corporations. You're being irrational about this, and if you do cut ties with us, I can guarantee you'll see a big fall in your sales."

Gerald huffed out in frustration. He couldn't make a comeback to what Elsa had said. But he would never admit that out loud. It was such a blow to his already fragile masculinity to be bested by a much younger woman in a business world that had always used to be dominated by men. However, he didn't want to get into a heated argument with her about that.

"If he impresses me at our next meeting, I will consider myself wrong in my quick judgement about him. But that's a big 'if.'"

"Thank you for coming to your senses," Elsa replied, sending the older man a tight-lipped smile. "I can assure you that you will be extremely happy with my brother's ideas. Now, if that's all you wanted to discuss today, I'll have my assistant show you out."

Gerald stood, and Elsa nodded to her assistant for the day to lead him out of the conference room. He left without a word, and Elsa sighed in relief once he was gone. She dragged her hand through her thick, platinum blonde bangs and groaned. Oh, how she hated dealing with nearly every single businessman that came her way.

"So tell me…what's the real reason you hired Jack?"

Elsa turned around at the sound of her assistant's voice. Mulan was a smart young woman, and Elsa rather appreciated Mulan's ability to call her out on her bullshit. Business bullshit, that was.

"Well, let's just say I didn't want him working on a McDonald's part-time paycheck to try and cover a Columbia education," she answered.

"So you're acting like you don't have the money to pay for his college education?" Mulan quirked an eyebrow at her boss as they exited the conference room. They made their way down the clean hallway, the sound of their shoes hitting the spotless white marble floors echoing against the sparsely decorated walls. Everything about the company building implied that the only thing happening there was business. There were no distractions, and Elsa liked it that way.

"Oh I offered. But he wants to be 'independent.' Yet here he is, being employed by his sister. Truly ironic." Elsa shook her head, and Mulan could've sworn she saw the hint of a smile grace the blonde's lips. That would've been a first.

At twenty-three years old, Elsa was one of the youngest, most successful women in the business world. And while she loved that she never had to worry about, well, any physical or material need anymore due to her incredible earnings, the demands of her job as a CEO took a toll on her sometimes. She was almost always high-strung and tense because of the countless hours in the office, traveling, and paperwork involved in running a company that was known worldwide.

Of course, for someone as powerful and attractive as she was, it wasn't hard to find an outlet for all that pent up stress and tension. Elsa would be lying if she said she didn't hire a couple of her assistants for that very reason. While she was no stranger to going out for a night and bringing a random girl home, having someone in the office that was willing – not to mention eager – to go home with her was so much easier.

While Mulan wasn't one of those assistants, Elsa considered her a "wing-man" type of friend. And, almost as if the Asian woman could read Elsa's mind, she said exactly what they were both thinking.

"Let's go out tonight. It's been a long day."

As was expected, Elsa woke the next day with a slight throbbing in her head. She could tell this would be a long, painful day at work. And while the space next to her in her bed was empty, her room was still heavy with the thick scent of sex. She barely even remembered the girl she had taken home the night before and then kicked out the second she had finished; black hair, piercing blue eyes…she was hot. Well, why wouldn't she have been hot? Elsa never got anyone less.

She groaned when she felt a throbbing between her legs. Well…it must not have been that good of a fuck if she was waking up hard. Elsa swung her legs over the side of the bed and hastily made her way to the bathroom. She always hated whenever she had to get herself off after a girl left. This was why she preferred taking one of her assistants home. There was Aurora, who was a smart young blonde, and Elsa appreciated her ability to stay organized with the heavy paperwork and calls that came through the main desk. And while Aurora wasn't as obvious about her lust for Elsa, she never turned the CEO down. She was into the softer kind of sex, and while Elsa was somewhat worried their passionate sessions could lead Aurora down the road of catching feelings for her, Elsa never minded taking it slow. It allowed her to unwind and relax.

And then there was Anna, the enthusiastic redhead that Elsa had hired immediately after their interview. Anna Erikson was enthusiastic with her work, and Elsa had actually hired her because she felt the redhead could become a very effective team member with more time and training.

I underestimated just how 'effective' she would be, Elsa thought with a grin, and her mind drifted to all the nights they had spent together as her hand wrapped around the base of her erect member. She knew if anything would get her off, it would be the thought of Anna, on her knees in front of her.

Anna was so eager to please Elsa. She gave the blonde the other side of the spectrum. While her nights with Aurora were soft, passionate even, her nights with Anna were hot and rough. The redhead gladly submitted to whatever Elsa wanted. She was so easy for Elsa, and the CEO thought about how Anna would practically spread her legs for her should she even look at her a certain way. And that last thought alone – of how Anna would beg Elsa to fuck her senseless – was enough to push the blonde over the edge. She came with a quiet moan, not caring that she had shot her cum onto the cabinet doors of her bathroom's vanity.

"Fucking Christ, Elsa, get your shit together…" she breathed out, shaking her head as she cleaned herself and the cabinet off.

But, Elsa thought, while the sex was definitely incredible, there was always something missing for her. It wasn't enough for her when Anna instantly gave in to whatever she told her to do. She wanted something even more, but she didn't even know what that something was.

Elsa shook her head again as she got dressed for the day. She wore a black suit nearly every day with either a black or red tie. While she could wear a dress, Elsa never felt comfortable in them because of the fact that she was born with male parts. Wearing a suit felt more natural, and it wasn't anything out of the ordinary for a woman to do. Besides, an attractive, powerful woman in a fitted suit seemed to pull other women to her in a club even more.

It wasn't that Elsa was some sort of sex-crazed person. No…she just had to be stoic and serious all the time. Her job required that. In meetings, private or corporate, she had to control her emotions, especially when one of the men would make some asinine remark implying their word held more power than hers simply because they were a man with more "experience" in the business field than her. Or there would be days where she would be locked in her office for hours on end going over business and marketing proposals, editing them, and sending them back to their writer. Such hard work with so little time for rest took a lot out of her. So, if she happened to be out in a bar or club and a beautiful woman wanted to go home with her and please her, she really wasn't about to deny something like that.

Elsa popped an Advil into her mouth as she exited her home, a twentieth-floor penthouse between Sixth and Seventh Avenue. Her building was on fifty-ninth street, right across from Central Park, and she had a gorgeous view of Midtown that extended through Lower Manhattan. She would admit to being a sucker for material things that showed her wealth. And that quality was even more articulated as her driver, Matthew, pulled up in a jet black Rolls-Royce.

She wasn't stupid with her money though. She invested well once she stepped into the role of CEO of Frost Marketing after her father passed away. She knew not to toss away the billions of dollars she inherited. And, by proper investment and impeccable business decisions such as scoring huge marketing deals with some of the biggest corporations out there like Nike, Samsung, Sony, and so much more, she had grown the company's net worth of six billion to nearly thirteen billion in just the two short years of being CEO.

Elsa sighed as she basically plopped into the back seat, and Matthew raised an eyebrow beneath his black aviators.

"Rough night boss?" he asked with a small grin, and he couldn't help the low chuckle that escaped him.

"If you weren't my friend of six years I would fire you right now," Elsa shot back, but she couldn't hide the grin of her own.

Matthew was one of the few people she was close friends with. They had met in Los Angeles while they were freshmen in college. Elsa was at UC-Berkeley and Matthew was a superstar linebacker at USC. They were both visiting the Nike store in East L.A. to meet with the location's head of sales. It was an instant click between the two, both talking passionately about how they wanted to be able to help businesses grow their sales even more and create new designs to help promote their products. And, it was Matthew's excited rambling about his passion for wanting to market with businesses that led to Elsa giving him the nickname "Marshmallow." Here was a guy at six-foot-eight-inches and two-hundred-eighty-five pounds going on like a kid in a candy shop about how cool it would be to work for a major corporation and be a part of business decisions and ideas.

He had actually worked with Nike for the couple years after he graduated before he came to work for Elsa. He hadn't necessarily envisioned himself as a personal driver for his best friend way back in his freshman year, but he was able to live in New York City, earn a really nice paycheck, and Elsa did occasionally fill him in on details of her deals with Nike. He even got some sweet new Nike apparel out of it too. So, he was happy, and it made him even happier to see that his best friend was thriving in a profession that was dominated by men who still couldn't accept a woman's opinion.

The drive to the Frost Marketing building down on Fifty-Sixth street never took long. At most, it could take ten or fifteen minutes if the traffic was extremely heavy. Elsa walked to her company building quite a lot, but on days like this, when the heat was brutal, Elsa always called on Matthew to take her there and pick her up at the end of the day.

"So, uh…how did that meeting with the Triton Industries guy go?" Matthew asked, glancing at Elsa in the rearview mirror.

"Ugh…don't even get me started," Elsa said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "He was pissed that my brother was joining our public marketing team. Apparently, he doesn't think Jack is capable because he's a 'boy.' That's probably not even the real reason he's mad at me. He's most likely just spiteful because I fucked his daughter."

Matthew almost hit the car in front of him. "Wait…what?!"

"Oh, don't act like you didn't hear me."

"No…I know, I know. It's just…holy shit…Ariel Triton? Dude, Elsa, she's a total smoke show! How did you nail that one? Pun intended, by the way."

Elsa shrugged, a smug smirk on her lips. "I really don't know. Something about redheads and copious amounts of alcohol just…damn…unbelievable. In my defense, I didn't realize it was her at first. But then on our way back to my place she was like 'oh my dad is gonna be so angry if he finds out.' Well, I'm sure he did find out because that girl has a loud mouth."

"You're ridiculous. I don't know how you do it," Matthew replied, laughing as he turned the corner onto Sixth Avenue.

"Do what?"

"Get all these girls like it's nothing! You blink and girls swoon over you."

"Guess they like a woman of power," Elsa said with another shrug.

Her reputation of going through girls like turning pages in a book wasn't something that was kept a private part of her life. Given that she was a prominent face in the business world now, whenever she was in a bar or a club, someone was bound to report on it. Usually it was just those pop magazines that enjoyed making a big deal out of nothing. But sometimes a small snippet made it into one of the back pages of the New York Times. Usually it was just some low-level reporter trying to make the point that her "recklessness" could put her company at risk.

It was total bullshit, which was why her sexual escapades never gained any real traction or affected her ability to speak to and make deals with some of the biggest corporations in the world. Sometimes she did get an insecure man trying to use her one-night stands against her, but it was always brushed off quickly.

However, she would say that if anything about her night with Ariel Triton got out…well, that might turn into something. Reporters always love to make a big deal out of affairs involving people from different corporations. While it was true Frost Marketing provided Triton Industries with aid in distribution of their products, it was still a business and a race to bigger earnings than the next person. Triton Industries made up about ten percent of Frost Marketing's earnings, so losing them to something petty like Elsa's one-night stand with Gerald Triton's daughter would certainly prove to be a huge loss.

There was a very small possibility of that happening though, because while Triton Industries provided ten percent of Frost Marketing's profits, Elsa's company had increased Triton's sales by nearly twenty-five percent over the last year. If anything, her company would be the bigger loss for Triton.

"Here we are boss."

Matthew's voice drew Elsa out of her thoughts, and she looked out the car window at the fifty story building in front of her, of which the forty-fifth, forty-sixth, and forty-seventh floors housed her business.

"Any plan for pick-up today?" he asked once his window was rolled down.

"Not yet. I have several business plans to go over, so I would just plan on it being another late night," she answered. Matthew nodded and rolled his window back up before pulling away.

Given that her company had its own elevator in the building, it didn't take a ridiculously long time to get up to the forty-seventh floor. The main desk, conference rooms, and her office were on that floor, while the separate divisions of the company were located on the two floors below it.

When the elevator doors opened, Elsa was instantly aware of several pairs of eyes on her. She recognized the look immediately: undergrad or graduate students wanting to impress her. They were either here to be interviewed for a potential internship or job, or they were here to interview her. Elsa was certainly a popular person for college students to interview. And why wouldn't she be? She was young, gorgeous, wealthy, and successful, and most of the students that came to her wanted to know how she was able to accomplish so much in such a short time.

However, Elsa wasn't aware that she had these interviews today, nor was she aware that she would be seeing Aurora sitting behind the reception desk.

"Hey boss," the blonde said, her voice soft as usual as she gave Elsa a small wave.

"Hey…uh…how come Mulan isn't here?"

"Oh, she had a family emergency. Her father needed her help. She emailed you. Did you not get it?"

"No, I, uh…didn't get to checking my email last night," Elsa replied.

"Ah, I see, so I'm guessing you didn't see my email about scheduling these interviews for today then?" Aurora's tone showed she knew exactly what that meant as Elsa always made sure to reply to her employees almost instantly, but she retained a playful grin as she met Elsa's capturing blue eyes.

"That would be a correct guess," Elsa said. "My fault…is that all of them?"

"Oh, no…those are the first three. There are four more coming this afternoon. Looks like another long day for you."

Elsa nodded and pursed her lips as she straightened her black tie. "Guess it will be…I'll buzz once I'm ready for the first one."

The first several interviews went by quicker than Elsa had expected, which wasn't something she was complaining about. The three undergrad students she met with were looking for an internship spot. If Elsa was being completely honest, none of them had really impressed her all that much. Her internships were highly selective, only three or four spots were open at a time. The reasoning behind that was because Elsa usually ended up hiring them after. Most of the time it was to give them the simple work experience if they planned on looking for a job elsewhere. After all, putting Frost Marketing on a resume was very impressive. There was a rare case when she did hire an intern long-term. Aurora was one such instance of that.

In the time she had between interviews, Elsa had Aurora grab her coffee and lunch while she started reading through the presentation Jack had sent her for his upcoming meeting with Triton Industries. Elsa had informed her brother of Gerald Triton's premature hostility at having a "boy" tell him what to do with his company, because apparently that's what Frost Marketing was trying to do, which, as Elsa found herself saying about a lot of things in the business world, was total bullshit. So, Jack made sure to have his sister look over his proposed ideas and speaking points. He wanted to sound as professional as possible even though this was his first real gig at marketing to a huge industry, and Elsa was proud of him for taking this kind of initiative in making sure he would be prepared as best as he could.

"Boss." Elsa looked up at Aurora's voice, and the blonde stood in the doorway, holding an iced coffee and bagel from Dunkin' Donuts. "Just delivering lunch, like you asked."

"Thanks. You can just set it right there," Elsa said, nodding to the front of her desk.

"By the way…sorry about catching you off guard with all the interviews today. I totally should have texted you this morning to double check."

"Don't worry about it. I see why you scheduled them…no meetings, which translates to a 'free' day for me, right?"

Aurora laughed softly and nodded. "Seems like it. But anyways, I'll let you finish what you're doing. I'll let you know when the next interviewee is here."

"Aurora," Elsa said just as the blonde was exiting her office. "Don't leave too early tonight…okay?"

The younger woman already felt a wave of heat shoot right to her core at Elsa's implication, and if it was something she was comfortable with, she would've slammed the door and had Elsa bend her over that desk and fuck her right then and there. But she was a relatively shy girl, and the mere thought of the possibility of someone hearing them was enough to make her reconsider that desire.

"Yes boss," was all Aurora managed to get out before she padded away, closing Elsa's door softly behind her.

She had gotten there around three-thirty, almost forty-five minutes early to their scheduled meeting time. It wasn't that she planned to be this early, it was just that traffic times in the city were extremely inconsistent. The trip to Frost Marketing could've taken anywhere from fifteen minutes on a good day to an hour on a bad one. But, she figured being early never hurt anyone in terms of making a good first impression.

She was greeted at the front desk with a smile from a blonde woman who had to be around the same age as she was. "Hello! I'm assuming you're the last one that's here to meet with Miss Frost?"

"Yes, I was scheduled for four-fifteen."

"Ah, yes…Belle Laurent?"

"That's me. I know I'm really early. Traffic can be pretty unpredictable, but I didn't want to risk being late," Belle answered.

"I totally get that," the blonde said back with a small laugh. "Well, Miss Frost should actually be wrapping up the interviewee that was before you, so you won't have to wait too long. I think these interviews went quicker than she was expecting."

Yikes, Belle thought. They were either not giving good answers and generating solid discussion, or, if they were the ones doing the interviewing, they weren't asking the right questions.

The brunette took a seat on one of the black leather chairs in the lobby. She had done her research about Elsa Frost and Frost Marketing. Her friend, Adam, had even helped her with deciding which questions to ask and how to word them. This was something she almost needed. Being able to say she scored an internship at Frost Marketing when she applied for graduate school would stand out. After all, this was one of the most sought after internships in the country. And for good reason. There was nothing about it that wasn't desirable: one of the biggest marketing businesses in the world, a young CEO with all the right qualities, and an environment where the employees were treated well…Not to mention, she's super hot.

Belle shook her head at the last thought that permeated her mind. It wasn't something that was subtle though. A person would have to be blind to say that Elsa Frost wasn't absolutely stunning.

"Belle Laurent?"

Belle looked up as the young blonde woman approached her, and she noticed a younger man walking down the hallway. Must have been the other interviewee.

"Miss Frost will see you now."

A/N: I must say, I'm glad to be back. I can't wait to write this story, and I love the idea of Elsa and Belle together, so I'm excited about the journey these two will go on together in this story.

Back to what I said in my note at the start of the chapter: Don't expect weekly or monthly updates. I'm sure I will be able to churn out another two or three chapters of this over the next month or so, but after that it will definitely slow up.

I've also seen so many writers in this fandom stop their stories due to harassment from readers. It's so sad, especially because they were incredibly talented writers who had created unreal stories and journeys for our favorite Disney characters. So, if you have something negative to say, don't expect me to care, and in all honesty, I'll probably just remove your review from the story. But if it's constructive criticism, then I'm all ears, and don't be shy to direct message me about something either!

-A