Description: AU based off of the 2001 film the Moulin Rouge. After the loss of her family, Elsa finds herself homeless. She is taken in by North and becomes a burlesque dancer at The North Pole. On the other side of that coin, Jack has also lost his own family and is taken in after his own time on the streets by Kristoff and his extended family. Pitch, a wealthy businessman, comes along and is eager to pay for the renovations to turn The North Pole into a dance studio for Elsa, but at what cost? By a curious happenstance Jack is mistaken for Pitch and volunteers his services as a "contractor" to get closer to Elsa. What drama will ensue?
A/N: I took liberty with several of the names in this story: Jack Frost, Elsa Arendelle, Anna Arendelle, Christopher North (North AKA Santa Claus), Sanders Manning (Sandy AKA Sand Man), Easton Bunnymund (Bunny AKA Easter Bunny), Farin Toothill (Tooth AKA Tooth Fairy), Blake Pitch (Pitch Black AKA The Boogie Man), Kristoff Svensson (Kristoff w/ a nod to Sven), Hans South (Hans of the Southern Isles). I would like to warn everyone now that this is going to be a romantic tragedy of sorts, meaning that there may be events in this story that will make you sad or upset. If you have ever seen the movie The Moulin Rouge, you will know that it has a very sad ending. I still have not decided on the exact ending of my story but that will come in time. That being said, please read and review and tell me if you find the plot to be interesting.
Chapter 1
Elsa could feel her heart pounding in her chest; the feeling had become common as she heard the roar of the crowd behind the curtains. She had become accustom to the sound of the crowd, familiar with the feel of the bright lights on her skin, acclimated to the ever present sense of shame that swept over her person as those curtains parted every night…
Many years ago, she was a very happy young girl. She had a family that loved her, a little sister that she adored and a future to look forward to. She was a talented little girl who could sing and dance and enjoyed the attention she received for her efforts. Her parents, to here immense delight, had enrolled her and her sister Anna in dance lessons at the tender age of seven and five. To Elsa, life could not get much better.
Then tragedy struck…
She could still remember, even now, as plain as day: a police officer had entered the dance studio asking after the two young girls. They had been waiting in the lobby for the past hour, wondering where their parents could possibly be.
She had held Anna that whole night as her younger sister grieved; holding in her own tears as best as she could. She was trying to be brave for the both of them. Elsa may have been able to pretend she was strong, but that didn't stop her small body from trembling helplessly.
But, as they say, 'life goes on', and it did for the two young girls. Elsa had been immensely grateful that she and Anna had not been separated after the misfortune. The years passed by quickly and with little incident. The girls mourned their loss and pressed on.
College came and Anna, with her indomitable spirit, urged Elsa to go after her dreams. Elsa gave little resistance to her sister, unable to after the death of their parents. She enrolled in Julliard and excelled in dance.
Once again, life was good.
Why did Fate insist on playing such cruel jokes?
Tragedy struck again, this time taking away the only thing in this world that Elsa truly loved with all of her heart. Anna was taken from her, much in the same way that her parents had been.
She recalled the sense of emptiness as she took in the mangled wreckage of her sister's car, the feeling of numbness as she realized that the perpetrator had gotten away. A shot of chills undulated out from her chest to encompass her entire body and she swore she could literally feel her heart breaking…
Tears spilled from her eyes as she sniffed back her sobs quietly. There was no one there. She had no one to call her own. She was completely and utterly alone and she let the grief consume her.
Why did this keep happening to her?
Elsa had sunken into a pit of depression after her most recent loss. She dropped out of Juilliard and carried on day by day, a hollow shell of the person that she once was. Poverty had taken her under its wing and she soon found herself out on the streets and in any shelter she could find that had enough room for the night. A year passed, the hollow hole inside of her heart aching deeply…
Elsa closed her eyes tightly and shook away the memories. She had lost her way when her sister had died. She had felt alone and desperate and empty.
Taking in a deep breath, she opened her eyes once more as she clutched two large feathered fans, one in either hand. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she watched as Easton Bunnymund motioned to her, a signal that the curtain would be coming up shortly. She nodded silently to him as the familiar melody of the song she would be dancing to came over the sound system.
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming out tonight to The North Pole! Allow me to introduce you to our very own Ice Queen!"
'How did it ever come to this?' Elsa thought as the curtain raised and she plastered a sultry smile on her face and alluring look in her eyes.
Twirling around, she moved the fans over her body in intricate motions, making sure to remain covered at all times. The Feather Dance was a slow tease as undulating sensual music wafted throughout the dimly lit room. She could hear the cat calls and whistles from her eager audience as she bent forward, making to show her bottom to the audience and covering it at just the last second.
Her nude heels, G-string and tasseled pasties were the only pieces of clothing that she wore, if you could call that clothing. Her hair hung down around her in loose waves and her makeup was light, but gaudy with a dark smoky eye and red lip.
She twirled a large fan over her head, distracting half of the audience with the intricate movement. The other half knew better, and continued to observer her body as she moved the fan that cover her just a fraction to reveal the soft, supple, pale body it hid. A coy, cheeky look passed her face as she eyed up the audience in a teasing manner. She leaned back low, one fan undulating to cover her while the other waved about in the air. After recovering from the lean, she spun herself around several times and faced away from the excited audience. She rested both fans at the small of her back and lifted them gradually several times before looking over her shoulder to grin at the audience as the fans came up high enough to reveal her bare bottom.
Dancing like this had become second nature to her, and after two years of the job her shyness had ebbed. She was a woman after all and she knew how to work her wiles on men. This job had actually improved her self-confidence greatly. She knew that she was beautiful and desirable, but she also knew that she had never truly been loved by any of her suitors or lovers.
Elsa moved effortlessly through the song and came to a pause as the pulsing beat ended. The cat calls continued as her audience knew what she would do next. Holding the feathered fans away from her practically naked body, she bowed lowly, hiding her expression of shame and sadness.
A/N: Alright please let me know what you think. I will accept whatever comment is given. I also understand that a lot of people will be upset with me for killing off Anna, but this was necessary to aid in the development of the plot. I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter and please come back for the next.
