Anna

Anna didn't expect the train to stop when it did. When it did, she sat up straighter in her seat, and looked out the window, finding the place unfamiliar and a little intimidating. She pressed her palm to the window, and breathed a little until there was a faint layer of fog on the window.

"I don't know how you managed to get on without a ticket, but you're gonna have to come with me. We're not some cargo train you can just hop on when you feel like. You're gonna have to pay us for the service." Anna's heart skipped a beat and when she looked up to see an attendant, and she looked away quickly trying to avoid the glare of the tall, skinny man.

"Fine." She huffed, and stood up. People were getting off the train through a couple entrances, Anna noted to herself. As she followed the attendant, she slowly formulated the plan in her head. Her backpack was tight on her back, and she had what she needed to escape her past life. It was only a little, but enough to create something new.

Anna shoved the attendant forward, who yelled "hey!" while Anna sprinted for the door. She grit her teeth and rushed forward and finally was outside in the cool evening air. She shivered a little, but began to run, aware of the men and women chasing down the stowaway. But Anna was quick, nimble. She managed to outrun them all, running down a rather busy street now. Despite the time, gradually getting later, people were still rushing around.

First order of business; find a place. A motel would do for now.

As Anna walked the streets now, looking for a place to stay, her mind raced. It was dark in all corners. She got away... She was alive. But it wasn't herself she was worried about. She... Remembered the blood. She could never escape the sight of the man with his throat slit. He wanted to hurt her... She was a good girl, why would anyone want to lay a harmful hand on her? Was it because she wanted to preserve the innocence she held to highly?

It didn't matter. She was a fugitive now, and wherever she was now would have to serve it's best to her advantage. She would find a job, yes! She could start a real life here, right?

The motel she found was homely and a little dirty, but Anna didn't have too much money on her so it would have to work. She paid for the night, and settled her backpack in the room on her bed.

Anna sat down on the corner of her bed, and shook her head, rubbing her temples. "God damnit."

Anna removed her jacket and jeans, and slipped on a pair of shorts and a flannel button up, hiding the contours of her body. Her eyes were heavy with sleepiness and grief, but when she knew she was in Arendelle, she knew what to do. Where to go. It was a notoriously known city for it's clubs and underground movements... And gangs. She would have to be careful here, but if Anna had any hope of making a living she knew she had to try to get a job a the clubs. She was shy, sure, but she could make herself appear confident. She was fully capable.

When she found the first club, she knew it was hit or miss. But she would hit bullseye, she told herself. Her strides were long and graceful, making an effort to let her hips sway, even though they were hidden from the long button up shirt.

She found an employee at a bar table, and his brown eyes looked her up and down. "What can I do ya' for?"

"I uh.. I need a job, actually." Anna raised a brow and tilted her head, asking for one from the first man she saw. He shook his head, his blond hair falling over his dark eyes.

"Talk to Doc, he'll hook you up. He's backstage, up there." With the flick of his head, Anna knew the direction to go.

When she was behind the stages curtains, her head whirled. Women. So many women, in their provocative and showy clothes. Some even were shirtless, braless.

Hell, what did she expect? She saw a professional looking man, assuming it was the one she was looking for, and approached him. "Hi, are you Doc?" Anna asked shyly. The man nodded and looked her up and down, like the bartender had, and Anna was careful not to shrink from his view.

"I need a job," Anna explained quickly, almost tripping over her words. Then the man laughed, a deep chuckle that rumbled in his throat.

"Honey, looking like that? I don't think so."

"Pl-please! I promise, I can be good. I'll be as good as them," she gestured to the girls all hustling behind the scenes.

"Aren't you a little young, anyways? Beat it."

"Just let me prove what I could do!"

"I said beat it."

Anna was not so hard to get rid of though. She looked around mischievously, and sighed heavily knowingly, her intentions already making her shy. She smiled at Doc, a smug smirk, and flipped him off, showing him her fire. Taking a deep breath, full of confidence, Anna made her way to the stage, her hips now knowing a woman's grace.

Elsa

The club belonged to them. Not in the sense they paid the bills, advertised for it, or any of the boring shit, but in the sense that they had made a clear mark of ownership by just being present. Every person in there belonged to them. Every weekend, their gang would be the only one there. The others in Arendelle knew it well. No one was to come across the Pack's territory, or they would surely know what a wolf's fury was. Elsa would be sure of it; the alpha of the gang. Her gang was built on the idea of the mighty wolf; his strength, loyalty, and wisdom. Their name was nothing special around here; the Pack. Short. Simple. Straight forward. However, when you heard their sentence muttered, you knew you were in for it. Auribus teneo lupum, roughly translated to 'i hold the wolf by his ears.'

They were a dangerous breed, those of the Pack. When they claimed the largest, most popular club, there was no one fighting for that territory. Surely, a battle lost should they dare. A challenge best backed down too.

Elsa was at her normal bar table, her Pack scattered throughout the club. Dancing, drinking, shots and pool. It was a ritual every weekend. Elsa often remained sober, however, because business mostly came to her here. When someone needed a hitman, they went to the Ice Witch. When someone needed money, they would be indebted the alpha. When they needed someone to come to an understanding, Elsa was the one to go to. The entire town knew it.

There was of course, competition. The all male gang, Arvox, was mostly known for their service to men; selling woman's bodies for a given amount of time. The occasional drug deal. Elsa had better, of course, but hers were most certainly better product, and inversely, more expensive.

"Can I get you a drink?" The bartender was drying a dish in his hand, and flashed a gorgeous smile at Elsa. She smirked and lifted her hand, shaking her head. The blond male pouted, his lower lip protruding from his mouth. His caramel eyes held sarcasm, and a fake sense of being upset by this.

"Not tonight, but thank you." Elsa's voice did not say thank you, but it was over looked when the male winked and walked away. Elsa rolled her eyes and shook her head, watching the stage of the club. Their women were the best in Arendelle, and Elsa thought of them more than once in the loneliness of her room back at the building the Pack had recreated. She also had an eye for many of the men she caught drinking and stealing glances at her. But a wolf, a wolf mates for life. She had had her fun nights, but no one was good enough for her.

Elsa knew almost every dancer and stripper in the club by name. She had to, having consciously owned it. But there was a new girl, Elsa realized. And she didn't quite fit in like the others. She seemed... Amateur as she strutted onto the stage, a determined look on her face. She had far more clothing then the rest of them, causing the blond to raise a slender brow. She strode over to the stage, and sat herself down next to her partner and closest friend, Monty. "Is this a new show?" Elsa asked.

Monty chuckled and shook her head, her dark hair covering her face just a little. "Naw, I don't think so. I think she's new, well obviously she is- I think she's trying to get a job here, though." Monty shrugged her shoulders, the faintest trait of a smile on her lips. "I wished Kristoff teased me like he does you," Monty laughed, winking at her leader.

"Kristoff? Oh- the bartender." Elsa rolled her eyes at Monty. "Please. I wish he'd leave me alone. If you showed just a little more of that pretty little body of yours, I'm sure you'd catch his eye."

"As if! Last thing I need is people running around mistaking me for one of them- speaking of..."

Elsa turned her attention to the stage, where the new woman blushed. The redness highlighted those cute freckles, Elsa noted. Her ember hair was pulled in a ponytail, but the girl shyly took it off, shaking her head, receiving a reaction from the crowd, who cheered hesitantly. Her emerald eyes darted this way and that, and then she bit her lip and smirked. Was that a sight. The red head's eyes narrowed, and the unbuttoned the bottom buttons of her red and black flannel, and tied it up so it was as revealing as a swimsuit top, her flat tummy now showing. She already had short shorts on, and the girl who first as shy and timid seemed completely new. Confident, sexy, and damn did she know what she was doing. Already the crowd was murmuring to each other, then yelling and laughing and throwing those green papers called money- and she hadn't even taken her shirt of yet.

Elsa was stunned, not expecting this kind of transformation. "Damn," Elsa laughed watching the girl move with unbridled grace and beauty. She was like water; fluent, fluid, light on her toes.

She didn't expect it when the girl jumped of the stage, and mingled in the crowd, dancing on the men, teasing the girls. She really knew her way around this job already. There was only two things the job description asked for; be sexy, and make them want more. Make them keep on coming back. Elsa was already hooked, that was for sure. The new dancer had caught her icy eyes, and at the moment their eyes really did meet. The redhead smirked a devious little smile, a taunting one. Elsa raised a brow, and smiled in return, a small flick of her lips, higher on one side.

"I think she likes what she see's, eh?!" Monty whispered, barely able to contain her laughter and excitement. She, too, batted for both teams- naw, it wasn't that. It was as simple as Elsa and Monty liked sexy people, and boy did the new girl fit in just right.

The tip of the red head's tongue came out from between her teeth, her eyes smiling with the rising of her cheeks. Elsa licked her lips, subtlety but was still noticed. The new girl finally closed the distance, and sat on Elsa's lap. Elsa slipped her hand around the girl's waist, like every club-goer had learned to do. "You sure seem to know what you're doing." Elsa whispered when the girl's fingers traced the side of her neck, pulling her closer, and then her lips brushed her neck.

"I'm trying to make a living," the girl said against her neck. Her tongue poked out lightly, barely noticeable, tracing a small circle. Her hand was on Elsa's chest, her fingers curling against the cool skin of her bare collar. Elsa shuddered inwardly under the sensation. The girl then pulled away, winked, kissed the blond's cheek and then left. Elsa was left speechless. That woman seemed to have a sense of... Something, but there was undeniable innocence. Elsa could tell the difference between an inexperienced, and master. The girl tipped the scale just a little more on the inexperienced. There was a sweetness, subtle sexiness, and a hue of danger to her.

The men were all cheering at the display of lesbian behaviour, whining when it stopped.

Men were pigs, Elsa thought. But gods, did that girl know how to wrap you around her petite little finger. Elsa smiled at the thought.

A/N; Hi guys! I hope you like this, and are just as excited for it as I am! (: