Chapter warnings: Striptease, one-sided (for now) incestuous desires, strong language

One of the OCs in this fic (Alexander Wesker) is heavily inspired by Albert Wesker from Capcom's Resident Evil series.

I don't own Frozen


Elsa sits on her chair in the changing rooms shared by her and her co-workers, applying make-up in preparation for her upcoming performance.

"Hey, Elsa."

The platinum blonde looks up into the mirror in front of her to see Raven Rose standing behind her, one of her fellow strippers. "Hey, Raven." She greets while continuing with her lipstick.

The black-haired beauty of the tender age of twenty walks up to Elsa and plops down next to her. "My performance is in a few minutes. Thought I'd get the opinion of pretty much the best stripper in the world. How do I look?" The girl gives a pleasant smile.

Elsa turns her head to look at her. Raven stands and twirls on her foot, giving Elsa a good view of her body and outfit. The blonde inspects her closely. The girl's long, midnight black hair is flowing freely down her back. Her make-up is exquisite, from the long, sensual eyelashes, to her lightly pink cheeks. From the consuming dark red eyeshadow, to the rosy red, luscious lips.

Elsa's eyes travel down her endless throat to her exposed sternum, leading into the covered valley of her breasts. The mounds of flesh look full and supple under her tight, carmine corset. Perhaps a little too tight. "Loosen up your corset a little. A slim waist is hot and all but there comes a point where it's too slim."

Raven reaches behind her and releases some of the laces, loosening her top. "Better?"

Elsa gives her another look over and frowns at the straps on her shoulders. "Take the straps off your shoulders." She does. "Better."

The blonde looks over Raven's lower body. The short skirt rides low on her hips, just concealing her upper thighs. The knee-high socks do a good job of leaving only the most tantalizing piece of flesh on her legs exposed, her lower thighs.

"You know, your name fits you." Elsa says.

"How?"

"Raven Rose. Your hair is as black as a real raven's and your lips are as red as a rose's."

"That's kind of what I was going for. Glad to see it worked."

"It's sexy, honestly."

"Wow, thanks Elsa. That means a lot. Especially coming from you. You're the sexiest out of all of us."

"Thanks, and all of us are sexy in her own unique way."

A loud voice from the doorway robs their attention. "Raven, sweetheart, you're up."

"Coming." When the man disappears and is out of earshot, she turns to Elsa. "Thanks again Elsa. Gonna see if I can charm that cute redhead working at the bar."

"Be careful around her, she doesn't like shameless flirts." Elsa blurts out.

"You know her?"

Shit. No one is supposed to know we're sisters. "Ugh, no. But I've seen her using physical force on those who try to get touchy or just flirt with her."

"Hmm, means she's probably rough in bed. What I wouldn't do to have those pigtails right between my l-"

Elsa quickly pushes her out the door. "Yeah, you should go. You know Hans doesn't like us being late."


Carrying two full beverages in each hand, Anna is waddling her way through the crowd to her destination. The music is blasting loud in hear ears and people have to shout to hear each other. The current dancer on stage, wearing stockings full of money, is finishing up on her performance. Once she reaches the table, she sets the drinks down. "Anything else you would like, boys?"

"Are you on the menu, darling?" One of the pigs on the table asks, while the rest laugh at his words.

Anna rolls her eyes. Why would you try to hit on the bartender in a strip club? Seriously… She knows her logic is probably flawed but she can't help it. Why would anyone want to look at her when there are all these half naked girls dancing on a pole in the middle of the place? "If that's everything…" She turns to walk away when a hand grabs her wrist. The hand tugs her towards his disgusting owner and after some struggles, she pulls free. "Touch me again and it will be last thing you ever do."

Once safely back behind her bar, Anna exhales. Since the club is missing some waiters, Anna's been asked to perform that job, alongside her bar duties, occasionally. She doesn't mind doing it and it brings some extra money back home.

The music dies down and a loud, microphone-amplified voice catches her attention towards the stage. "Ladies and gentlemen. I hope you are all having a good time here, at The Blue Moon. I would like to introduce your next dancer: Raven Rose!"

Despite working here for only two weeks, Anna has familiarized herself with most of the dancers. She hasn't been introduced to them because she doesn't work with them. But being at the bar gives a pretty good view of the stage and, consequently, at whoever is performing. She's seen Raven dance before. The girl is good, to say the least. She knows how to tease and keep most of the crowd's eyes on her. But she's no match for The Blue Moon's pride: The Ice Queen. At least, that's what Anna would tell you. Elsa herself would, of course, be modest and won't recognize herself as the best at anything.

Elsa, her sister, is by far the best stripper Anna has ever had the pleasure of watching perform. Sure, being the older sibling, Elsa doesn't really give Anna a good impression and a career to look up to. But Anna doesn't care. Elsa has always protected her and has always been there for her. Ever since their parents' death, Elsa took it upon herself to protect Anna. To make sure she's clothed, fed and have four walls and a roof over her head. In high school, her older sister always kept bullies away from Anna and always helped her with homework. The two have never been closer. Except that one time where Elsa kind of kept her distance and kind of shut her out for about a few months of their life. Elsa blamed it on schoolwork but Anna knew better. Elsa would always fish up some dumb excuse to remove herself when Anna so much as came within 30 feet of her. Yeah, except that, Elsa loves her dearly. And Anna loves her dearly. Lately, she's been wondering if that loves stretches beyond sisterly.

If Anna is brutally honest with herself, which she usually is, the main reason she took this job in the first place is to watch her sister dance. She's not even entirely sure what kind of pay she's getting, because the moment Elsa brought up the offer to her, Anna took it immediately, without a second thought. Literally.

"So, Anna, there's a bartender spot available at The Blue Moon-"

"YES!"

After so eagerly accepting the job, Elsa, naturally, got a little suspicious. Anna used her rambling skill to make up a believable excuse for taking the job so readily. Since rambling is a core of her personality, it was fairly easy to convince Elsa. But that doesn't mean she liked doing it. She doesn't like lying. And she hates lying to Elsa, but somehow that seemed like the better option than to tell her "Yeah, I just want to see you dance naked."

"Oh, uh well, you know. I just am old enough to be on some kind of job and if I can help us and bring money to the house, then sure. I mean, not that you're not doing a good job of taking care of us. You're always doing a good job, you always have. But I just want to help. I mean, I'm not saying you need help because you're just awesome and you always-"

"Anna, you're rambling again."

"And I'm rambling again." At that point, Elsa seemed convinced. It broke Anna's heart to use deception but she saw no other way. "And, hey, I get to see you dance around, eh. EH." She jabbed Elsa in her side with the elbow.

So, in the end, Anna kind of told her the truth, in the form of a joke, which meant that really she didn't tell the truth at all. Still, it felt better than to completely lie to swears at the time she could see the blonde blushing like mad.

Her little trip down memory lane stops when she spots Raven on stage.

The girl walks down the stage as the music starts up again and she grabs the pole. Anna can see her eyes roam all over the crowd until they settle upon her own. Why is she looking at me?

Raven starts dancing then, hiking her leg up on the pole and arching her body back, bringing her chest on display along with her whole leg. Her hair flows down her head, covering her back. Still maintaining eye contact, she pretty much gives Anna bedroom eyes and a seductive smirk. Is she trying to seduce me or something?

The music picks up speed and so does Raven. She grasps the pole with both hands and hauls her body up, turning upside down on the steel rod. Her skirt pools around her stomach, effectively revealing her black, lace panties. Raven interlocks her ankles together and locks herself in place on the pole. She pulls herself up, with her back turned to the crowd. Her hands reach behind and she starts untying her corset. Each loosened lace reveals more of her skin, right down to her waist. The girl grabs the piece of clothing and chucks it in Anna's general direction, landing right on the redhead's bar, in front of her face. Ok, she's definitely trying to seduce me.

If Anna wasn't so enamored with a particular platinum blonde, she probably would have responded to Raven's… advances. The redhead feels that if she takes someone in her bed, she would somehow be cheating on Elsa. Regardless of how ridiculous the prospect sounds. Anna would feel like a traitor and she knows it. Which is why she hasn't enjoyed the company of a lover for an unhealthy amount of time. Fortunately, Anna is blessed with the gift of long fingers, making them a fairly good substitute and with the internet at her disposal, she can easily find… sexy videos with girls resembling Elsa. And sometimes herself, If she's feeling particularly naughty.

The girl on stage once again locks her eyes with Anna's. She loosens her legs and slides sensually down the pole. Once on her feet, she turns and whips her head around, sending her hair flying to the front and strategically covering her bare breasts. Anna managed to get a look at them before they were covered. Perky. Not as good as Elsa's.

A male voice to her side distracts the redhead. "Hey! I know she's hot but aren't you supposed to be the bartender? Pretty sure ogling at the strippers isn't in your job description."

"No, but it's a very nice perk. What can I get you?"

The man scoffs but gives her a tiny smile. "Just your strongest beer, please."

The redhead fills him a beer mug and slides it over to him. Suddenly, the doors to the club open loud, loud enough for Anna to snap her attention to them. She spies a man in his, by her estimation, early thirties, wearing a black trench coat, with dark shades covering his eyes. His dark blonde hair is slicked back on his head. He's accompanied by two burly men at either of his sides. He looks around the place and then takes off in some direction.

The man at the bar speaks up. "Know him?"

Anna shakes her head. "Am I supposed to?"

"Not unless he wants you to." The man takes a sip of his beer. "His name is Alexander. Alexander Wesker."

"Wesker? Arendelle's most powerful family?"

"Aye. His father pretty much owns the city in all but name. So, as you can imagine, he can go anywhere and do whatever he wants to without fear of consequence."

Alarms go off in Anna's head. "Then what's he doing here?" She asks nervously.

Luckily, he doesn't pick up on her nervousness. "Who knows? He might have business with the owner or he might wanna "borrow" one of the girls backstage, he-he."

"Elsa…" Anna whispers breathily to herself.

"What was that?"

"Nothing." Anna fills him another beer mug. "This one's on the house. I gotta go."

Her shift finishes in five minutes anyway. She grabs her jacket and bolts for the changing rooms, to look for her sister.


Elsa just finished the last touches of her make up when a deep voice comes from behind her. "Good evening, Miss Valentine."

The man has a touch of a British accent, but living in Arendelle for most of his life, it's withered away somewhat. Despite this, Elsa can still pick it up. She turns in her seat to eye the man. "Good evening, Mr. Wesker."

Despite what most might think, being a stripper doesn't rob Elsa of manners. In fact, she's always polite and has a coolness about her. She's always poised and calm, collected and courteous, almost like royalty. Her job unfortunately comes with a series of mostly untrue and uncalled for prejudices and stereotypes. Of course, she has seen, first-hand, said prejudices apply to some of her co-workers, but she herself has never succumbed to them and has no intention to.

Wesker, too, is a man of manners. He keeps his shoulders squared and his hands behind his back.

Ever since meeting him about a month after she started her job at The Blue Moon, Elsa has been lightly intimated by the man. Although, he appears calm, courteous, polite and all that, she can't help but feel a sinister air about him. She feels as if all this is just for show. The way he dresses, all black, along with the shades certainly helps her case. But she knows he's part of Arendelle's most powerful family, so she would be a fool to defy or shun him in whatever way.

Luckily, he's here for his weekly visit.

"I hope I find you in a pleasant mood, Miss Valentine."

Elsa stands from her seat and walks to wardrobe while speaking. "You do. And I hope you come with a pleasant mood, Mr. Wesker."

The man smiles. "I do. Shall we get to business?"

After grabbing her outfit for the night, a beautiful sparkly blue dress, Elsa looks at the man. "Unfortunately, I have a performance in about five minutes. After that, my shift is over for the day."

Wesker takes his shades off, revealing his vermilion eyes. They seem to lack normal pupils, instead having sharper, more cat like ones. He takes some steps forward, towering above Elsa at least a head and a half. His eyes settle upon hers and she defiantly holds his gaze, not having the intention of showing the man she's afraid of him.

"Are you refusing me, Miss Valentine?" His under veiled threat betrays his regal posture. Elsa had foolishly hoped the man would understand that she doesn't want to spend any more than the necessary time at the club.

Right when she opens her mouth to reply, a feminine voice stops her.

"Elsa!"

Before the platinum blonde has the chance to speak, she's once again pre-emptively interrupted. Wesker is glaring at Anna like she's the plague. "Who are you, girl?"

"I'm no one. I'm just here to pick up Elsa. For her performance." She turns to face Elsa. "Hans asked me to call you. He said you shouldn't be late."

Grateful for Anna's interruption, the platinum blonde turns to Wesker. "We'll speak after my performance."

She grabs her dress and quickly slips it on, then walks over to Anna. "Goodbye for now, Mr. Wesker."

Once safely outside the changing rooms and out of earshot, Anna speaks. "Elsa, I'm so glad you're okay. Do you know who that man is?"

Elsa's heart swells at her sister's concern. "Thank you Anna." She sighs. "Yes, I know who he is. For a while, actually."

"What?! What does he want with you?"

"About a month after I started working here, he came to me. He paid me for a private show and I agreed. Every week since then, he's been coming for more. He pays more than the usual price of a show which is why I agreed in the first place. I thought we could use the extra money."

Anna stops walking and she holds Elsa's wrist to stop her too. "Elsa. Promise me something."

"Anything, Anna."

"You have to stop seeing him."

"Wha-"

"Elsa, I don't like him. I don't care how much he pays you. There's something off about him. He probably feels like he owns you just because he's giving you money. He's a bad person, Els, I can tell. No price is worth your life, and yes, I think it's that bad."

So, Anna sees it too. It would be stupid to refuse him tonight though.

"Listen, Anna. He's here now, which means he obviously came with a purpose and you know what that purpose is. I will go through with it."

"What?! No-"

"Shh, listen. This will be my last private show for him. I think I've already angered him enough by kind of suggesting that I might refuse. I'd rather not ire him any further because then it might become bad. So, I'll give him a show tonight and make sure he's very pleased at the end. Then, he might be more accepting of news. And, I'll tell him I won't be on the private show list anymore. Then, he can't make me dance for him no matter how much he pays me. I promise you, Anna, tonight will be the last night I dance for him. Okay?"

Anna exhales but nods. "Okay, Elsa. But I still don't like it."

"I know, neither do I, but I'd rather have it this way than have him do something to me. Or worse, do something to you. Anyway, shouldn't you be at the bar?"

"Nah, my shift is over. I just saw him headed here and I immediately knew he was after you. I just had to stop him."

"Well, I'm glad you did, Anna. Thank you. I have a performance now and then I'll deal with him. Are you gonna wait for me or are you gonna go home by yourself?"

Anna bites her lip. "Ugh, I thought I'd wait until you're done so we can go home together."

"Sure. Wait for me in the car, okay? I gotta go now."

"Yeah, okay. Love you, Els."

Elsa hugs her sister. "I love you too, Anna."


Of course, Anna doesn't wait for Elsa in the car. She wouldn't miss Elsa's performance, despite the blonde insisting she doesn't want Anna to see her. She thought it would somehow defile Anna, seeing her older sister, her guardian, best friend and pretty much everything, dance in the nude. And had Anna not been feeling about Elsa the way she is, she probably would have been right.

So, Anna takes a seat in the darkest corner of the place, hiding under the thick shadows. There's no way Elsa can recognise her there. The distance is too great and the shadow cast over Anna's head pretty much guarantees that.

Unfortunately for Anna, she doesn't see much either. But what she does see is far more beautiful and entrancing than any of the other dancers she can freely look at and enjoy.

Elsa is so much more graceful, so much more deliberate in her movements and so much sexier, it's nothing short of purely amazing. She walks so lightly, yet her strides sway her hips so delightfully, even underneath that concealing dress. The platinum blonde braid over her left shoulder is done perfectly and swings left and right with every step of her long, slender legs.

Elsa sits on the chair left on stage before her performance and spreads her legs. Anna's position doesn't allow her to see what's between them, but she suspects Elsa's honey mound is covered. She then raises one leg and crosses it over the other, tantalizingly slow. After, she brings her bare shoulders forward and rolls them just as slow, wearing a crooked smile on her face.

The platinum blonde turns on her chair, straddling it. The dress covers her back, but it doesn't hide the curve of her rear. She juts it out proudly and when everyone is done ogling it (she knows exactly when that is), brings her hips down on the chair. After some grinding on the chair, with a thrown back head, she stands and snaps something on the back of her dress. A part of the bottom of the dress falls off, exposing her calves.

Anna's already hot state of body suddenly gets another wave of heat at the sight of the pale, exposed skin.

Elsa stands from the chair and sensually struts over to the pole. She grabs it with a hand and leans back slowly, craning her neck as much as possible to show off her throat. She hikes a leg up on the pole and, just as slowly, brings it up as far as she can. The slit in her dress fails to cover her thigh, revealing it along with a garter.

The stripper throws herself high on the pole, spinning around it and sliding down. While she's sliding down, she uses her free hand to snap another piece of her dress. Still spinning on the metal rod, the rest of the skirt falls off. By the time she's on the ground, sitting on her butt while leaning on her elbows with her legs bent at the knees, Anna is sure she's about to have a heart attack if she continues watching.

Elsa is now clad in a light blue corset, white panties with barely noticeable stockings held in place by garters. As she continues to perform, to what Anna seem like impossible moves on the pole, her corset is losing a lace with move after move.

Finally, after all the damned laces are undone, Elsa's corset slides down her body to the ground. Anna marvels at all the beautiful, pale skin exposed. The flat, tapered stomach and the bare hips. She's going to lose it.

Dollars are suddenly flying from all the place and Elsa walks around with her sexy strut, collecting them and letting admirers slip money in her stockings and panties.

After completing her round, Elsa turns her back to the crowd and reaches behind her to the straps of her bra. She undoes it, slips the straps off her shoulders, turns her head to the crowd to give them a sultry smile and pulls the clothing off. Without looking, she throws it back to land somewhere among the crowd and walks away, marking the end of her performance.

Despite very rarely showing her intimate parts, Elsa always walks away with more money than any other stripper. Her sexiness does most of her work, she just needs to show it off properly.

When her sister disappears behind the curtain, Anna lets loose a big breath. Her whole body is hot and a small part of her wishes she responded to Raven. God knows she could use a good fuck right about now. Her thighs are pressed close together, rubbing to look for some sort of friction to soothe the fire between them.

She looks down and finds her hand applying pressure to her aching breast, the stiff nipple straining against the fabric of her bra. The redhead retracts her hand, spreads her legs and takes a calming breath. She does not need this right now. She needs to get out of here and go to the car, so Elsa doesn't suspect anything. Maybe she could give herself the attention she needs in the car…

While the feeling of being caught certainly excites the redhead, she decides better against it. After smoothing her outfit, Anna takes off to Elsa's 1967 Mustang.


Elsa finds herself in front of the door of the changing rooms, steeling herself for the upcoming conversation. After taking her time, she opens the door to find Wesker waiting where she left him.

"I'm sorry for earlier. I just had to get to my performance."

The man ignores her for a while and she wonders if she should say anything. After an uncomfortable amount of time, she decides to get to it.

Right before she opens her mouth, Wesker speaks. "I hope you've thought over our earlier conversation."

"Yes, I have. You will have your show tonight."

"Excellent." He leaves without another word.

Elsa sighs and prepares herself. She will just do what she does every time, just put a little more effort and then break the news. She debates if she should just go to Anna now and leave him. But that will probably give her unpleasant consequences. The man does hold Arendelle in his pocket, after all. He could easily make her life a living hell. And worse, he could easily make Anna's life a living hell. He may not know they're sisters but he could easily find out. Anna's life and her happiness is what truly matters to the blonde, her own be damned. If Anna is happy, Elsa is happy. Simple as that.

She reaches the door to the private booth and takes a calming breath. She can't help but feel a sense of dread around her. Anna is right about this man. But she's here now, she told him he would get his show. No backing out now.

She opens the door and walks in. The small room is lit by a dark red light. She sees her client on the chair in the middle. He's leaned back on it, with his legs slightly spread. She dreads dancing around in that lap again. The man is not unattractive or anything. If Elsa did have an eye for men, she would probably say he's handsome. She will try to keep the contact to a minimum and just tease him. This is her job after all, striptease.

Without a word from either party, Elsa starts a slow, sensual twirl of her body in front of him. After showing off her goods, she trails her hands down along the sides of her body, cupping her thighs from the front and giving them a good squeeze. She bends over a little, exposing some cleavage and, should he twist his head, give him a side view of the curve of her rear. As expected, he twists his head.

She turns around then, bending over slowly, revealing more and more of her bottom. By the end of it, she's looking at the man upside down from between her legs and gives him a seductive smirk. After he's got his fill of her rear, she stands upright and turns around.

Walking towards him, making sure to sway her hips, she stops right in front of him and brings a pale leg up. She rests her knee on the arm of the chair and twists herself, showing off her garter and beautiful curves. She once again turns so her back is facing him and proceeds to straddle the arms of the chair, propelling herself and hovering above the man with her legs bracing her weight. She arches her back, giving a plentiful view of the tops of her breasts and ends up completely bent backwards, showing off just how flexible she is.

She arches her head too, adding her neck to the tantalizing display of her body and her hair pools at the man's lap and her eyes lock to his upside down. His eyes seem darker and Elsa sees them change color, from his normal vermilion to a dark, deep red. She straightens and once her back is turned to him, she closes her eyes and exhales. Calm down, Elsa. It's probably the light. No one can change their eye color.

She wants to be out of this place as soon as possible. She wants this to be over with. She wants to be home. Home with Anna.

Putting on her mask once more, Elsa turns with the same seductive smirk from before. She reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, letting the piece of clothing fall to the floor. Her firm, supple breasts bounce lightly with each step she takes towards the man. She straddles the arms of the chair again and lifts herself up, bringing her breasts eye level with him, letting them hang before him mere inches away from his face. She throws her head forward to look down on him, letting her hair tickle the back of his neck. She rolls her hips in the air, pretending to grind on something. Then, she releases a sensual moan in the man's ear. Looking down on him, she can see his hands and legs twitch, no doubt wanting to reach out and grope her bare flesh. She's never been more grateful for the "look, but don't touch" rule.

She leans back and slightly lowers herself, hovering just above his lap. She continues to roll her hips, harder, and brings a hand up to a breast and kneads her soft flesh gently, getting rougher with each roll of her hips. She can see beads of sweat rapidly rolling down the man's temples and watches with satisfaction as he brings a hand to his collar and pulls on his shirt. I'm almost done.

Making eye contact again, she slides her free hand down the plane of her flat, tapered stomach, stopping at her navel. Once she sees his attention is at the hand, she continues sliding it down, even slower, past the waistband of her panties.

Sliding her hand even lower, to make it believable, she sticks her tongue out to sensually lick at her lips. The hand at her breast squeezes the flesh harder and she scrunches up her face, in a display of holding back a moan. Wiggling the fingers in her panties, she gives a well-faked moan and knows her job is done when the man takes a deep breath and further pulls on his collar.

She can fill the rest of time with dancing and presenting her body in provocative ways. So she does.

When the time is over, she walks out of the room to wait for a word with her client.

He walks out soon enough. "That was amazing, Miss Valentine. Better than usual."

She gives a believable-enough smile. "Thank you."

"Same time next week?"

"About that. I'll be taking my name off the private performance list. I'm afraid this was the last time." Smooth, Elsa.

The man walks to her. Too close for comfort but she stands her ground. "I suggest you re-think that decision, Miss Valentine. I am not someone you want to disappoint."

"I'm sorry, but I've already made up my-"

Suddenly, there's a strong choking hand at her throat and she dragged up the rough wall, lifting her body off the ground a few feet. Elsa struggles to breathe, barely catching Wesker's words.

"I don't like repeating myself. So, I'll say this one more time." The grip on her throat tightens and she's going lightheaded from the lack of blood to her head. He speaks each word deliberately slow, elongating her torment as long as possible. "I suggest you re-think that decision, Miss Valentine. I am not someone you want to disappoint."

He releases her and she falls down to the ground with an audible thump. She gasps and coughs loudly, struggling to get oxygen to her lungs and re-activate her blood stream.

The man buttons his coat and looks down on the woman at his feet. "Same time next week, Miss Valentine?"

Elsa manages to croak out a "yes". The man walks away and she looks at him with hateful eyes. You're not getting away with this, you son of a bitch.

Anna is just about to hit call on Elsa's name when the car door opens and her sister sits in the driver seat. "Elsa!" She gives the blonde a hug to her side. When the redhead pulls back, she looks over her and sees her stressed expression, along with marks along her throat. "Elsa, what happened? What did that bastard do to you?!"

"Please, Anna, not now. I'll tell you all about it at home, okay, snowflake?"

Anna can see the pleading in Elsa's eyes and she concedes. "Okay, Elsa."

Without another word, the blonde starts her car and drives off to her home.

If you want to get a good idea of what Wesker looks like, look for "Albert Wesker" in Google Images.