warning: heavy triggers ahead. Read at your own discretion

-7-

How do you like my daughter? was the first thing Anna's father said to her in almost eighteen years, her entire life. The sight of him made her shiver, and just by looking at him or maybe it was the knowledge she had about him beforehand, she knew that he was very much dangerous and very much sick. He had a very sleazy smile, and a thick patch of fur beneath a long and curved nose. His eyes were like Elsa's, deep and cold but much more troubled, almost glazed over with some unknown emotion Anna couldn't figure out. He eyed her like she was a chunk of meat, his eyes running over her, anzalyzing and pulling her apart.

She didn't say anything for a second, and her hands tightened around her books and she wondered, wondered what he was doing to Elsa, those two days he was there and those two days Anna wasn't. Her nails scratched at the paper and she stared, "I like her." He beamed, seeming proud.

"I agree. A real woman," he nodded, licking his lips and stepping closer to her bed. She tensed at his words. She was a real woman no thanks to him. His abuse could have resulted in something much different, something much more broken. She realized then that perhaps…perhaps Elsa needed her with her.

He was invading her only other safe haven other than her home with Elsa. Her warm and cluttered bedroom, stuffed to the brim with little goodies and fluffy things. His breath was hot and heavy with the stink of beer as he sat next to her, his weight on the bed, so near her, so hot. She burned in a way that was in no way pleasurable. His eyes were on her face, and his tongue snaked across his lips and his arms slid around her all muscled and slimy with sweat. She breathed in, and felt her stomach grow weak. She was going to be sick. He was holding her close, pressing into her, his face in her neck. After a second however, it seemed that he actually wanted to hold her like a father, and she leaned deeper into him and held him back. He'll think Elsa told me about him if I hate him. Even so, I have a right to be mad I've never met him…but…I want to hold him, I've never got to before.

"I'm sorry I never got to meet you," He smiled deeply at her, and she sensed that maybe he wasn't so bad a man, maybe he was just a bit sick. Maybe he just needed help. "And your mother," His tone went slightly shrill here and Anna flinched as his fingers curled tight, white hot, around her wrist. "Hid you from me for some reason." He drifted closer, and Anna resisted the urge to draw away. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she swore she could hear it. She could practically feel Elsa around her. Anna, be safe. "Elsa" whispered in her ear, and she knew, knew that this was a very dangerous moment. "I think maybe she thought I was afraid I'd take you from her." His teeth were white and waxy and his laugh was so strange. "She was very sick at the time. Infected with something bad." The words sent a shiver down her spine, his tone so very confident and she was struck with the memory of Elsa swearing she couldn't be with Anna not because their blood, but because she was sick, infected.Mother…

He kissed her very softly, on the lips, and her heart struck with terror. Then he was leaving. She somehow…somehow felt filthy and she gathered her shower things and hurried to the bathroom. Her first meeting with "dad" wasn't a pleasant one. Pleasant for him perhaps but it made her skin crawl with disgust and something she just couldn't place. There was something strange and familiar in his burning touch. She was alone in this house with him. Trapped in this house with him. Mother said she'd be gone for but an hour, yet where was she? She hadn't been home for three.

And Elsa, what was happening to Elsa? Had he hurt her? She bit into her lap. She couldn't believe that for a moment she thought he could be human, lost in the fact that she finally had a father. She stripped, her clothes falling to the floor around her feet. She stared into the mirror for a very long moment. Looked at her ginger curling locks, at her freckles, at her small and unimpressive frame, her tiny breasts…how was she appealing in any way? How had Elsa touched her? She breathed deeply, just thinking about Elsa made her heart pound even faster.

She turned the shower on and hurried inside. The water was ice cold. It was delicious on her hot flesh and she gasped and leaned her head back into . She could feel her cold touch, her hands along her breasts and her breath on her neck. She leaned against the wall with one hand, trying to think about something other than Elsa eating or fingering her for once. She grabbed a wash cloth, and rubbed herself in those places he touched. She scrubbed, scrubbed until it hurt, until her skin was red and dry and clean. Then she exhaled, and took comfort in the freezing stream of water gushing over her, down her. Elsa, how am I going to last almost five more weeks of this? She swallowed hard and squeezed her eyes shut.

She slid the cloth down, cheeks hot as she rubbed. Her fingers slid over herself above the cloth, and she shuddered. She squeezed her eyes shut, Elsa. Her knees almost went weak as she drove her fingers into herself. Of course it wasn't deep enough, not as deep as Elsa's slender white cold fingers. Just being cold however, was enough to make this so good, so right and she moved her hand. Her wrist had been sore when she left, overworked she supposed, and even now she felt a bit of pain tweak in it as she twisted her fingers up and out into her slick heat. "Elsa," She whispered very softly, "Elsa baby deeper," at the memory of Elsa teasing her about her lewd language she shushed herself and worked herself in pleasure.

Her free hand slid over her lathered and soapy breast, tugged her perked nipples lightly like Elsa's teeth and fingers did. Her body burned, and oh god the water felt so cold and good and she gasped and pushed against the cold shower tiles. She whispered desperately, whispered yes yes yes, and curled her fingers in that last moment as she erupted. She was about to lift, lift high and melt in the thought of Elsa when a single sound made her heart stop and all cold heat she felt dissipate and fade away.

The door had been shut. It was obvious whoever shut it had tried to keep quiet. She clutched herself then, and held herself against the wall and her eyes burned. Why was she crying? She knew of course because this was what Elsa felt, this was her father, she tensed then. Maybe…then there was a knock on the door. She breathed. "W…who is it?" She was startled by the sound of mothers voice, not the strong voice of her "Father". "Come in."

"Sorry honey…I have to go to the bathroom." She sighed with relief. Mom had opened and shut it, and knowing her, she had gotten very much embarrassed and shut it, gathered herself and knocked. She slumped and she weeped at the loss of her peak, at the loss of Elsa. The cold water was just cold now, now cleaning her of heat, not giving her Elsa so she turned the heat up and washed herself all over again.

FROZEN

"It's good," Father smiled as he ate, his eyes on her across the table. Choke on it and die you fucker. She thought, but she smiled.

"Thank you, very squished grilled cheeses are just about the only thing I can make." She shuddered and wished mother was here, she was never here except at night. They liked each other apparently because every night she heard that disgusting squeak of spring that she had never had the appalling honor of hearing in her childhood. Five days had passed and it was now the weekend. School was… dreadful. She hated school now, the target of bullying by all who knew Hans except her own cousin Rapunzel and her best friend Kristophe. She could get passed it however but Hans was horrendous towards her.

She felt bad for breaking it off with him, she did, bit she would much rather be with Elsa then him anytime. He had been very kind and was very handsome…but he wasn't the one for her. "I heard from Elsa you have a boyfriend," her father asked happily, as he chewed and she forced down a mouthful food turned disgusting by the sight of him. She couldn't forget that hot touch. Or the fact that he had struck her mother and lover…sister. She tensed and shook her head.

"Not anymore," He still smiled but his face was cold.

"Why," He asked steadily and her heart pounded with another rush of dread. Anna darling, Anna don't let him know about us. Don't kiss girls. She heard Elsa, or perhaps she heard what Elsa would say…she coughed and set down her sandwich, face burning.

"He was too mature for me I think. I think I'm not ready for relationships." He stared at her and the moment passed, and he was nodding enthusiastically and his teeth squished the food, and grease dripped from his chin which he quickly napped up, beaming. He had manners bred into him that was for damn sure. "Though there is a boy…" She pictured a male Elsa and she internally drew away, Elsa's appeal was all in her beauty and feminimity…her gentle voice and her…she blinked. She…she didn't know Elsa at all…did she? Didn't know anything other than the thrust of her fingers and tongue and the cold heat of her body… Father eyed her, and his interest was peaked, his eyes gleaming. "He's very handsome, very strong," She murmured, and thought that this was a bad idea because as she spoke, as she told him about this dream boy she spoke of Elsa. It was Elsa. But he was pleased, and he almost seemed to lick his lips at it, did he somehow think it was him? The thought was unbelievable…

"Very good, healthy for a girl your age," He chuckled. "I have to go to work love." He finished up, cleaned his plate and Anna sighed with relief. His mouth touched hers and she turned away, cheeks red because no. No, only Elsa could touch her there. He just smiled, and he drew away and disappeared. She breathed deeply, she would attempt to enjoy this weekend…

FROZEN

"Hey there," the woman beamed. Anna almost shrieked with joy. It was the woman from the Forbidden Fruit porn shop. Anna paused in her walking home from school on Monday, and she embraced the woman tightly. "How are you, I apologize I never really caught your name." Her arms were smooth, and muscular as they slipped around her. Anna liked her tattoos, her cheeks flushed and she pulled away.

"Anna," She said quickly. "And I'm…good."

"My name is Charlie," She held out her hand and Anna took it and shook it. "Can I walk with you?" Anna of course knew about stranger danger but she found herself nodding. Apparently not enough about it because despite it all, Elsa is a stranger. She could be making everything up, she could be insane! She shook the thoughts away. Then she was insane too because she was positive, so very positive she felt the same way. As she stared at the very much a lesbian woman in front of her she hesitated, before she coughed awkwardly and they walked.

"Is it unhealthy to have a lot of sex in a relationship," She breathed, and Charlie raised a brow.

"That was sudden."

Anna nodded, "Yeah I know, it's been on my mind though…" Charlie scratched the back of head head.

"To a point I guess. Sex can make you think things you don't feel. Physical desire is very often confused for emotional," Charlie shrugged and Anna stared in confusion. "Umm, lust is mistaken for love." At the words Anna's eyes widened. Was…was this what was going on with Elsa and her? Was this all a big, disgusting, messy mistake? "Sorry if that's not-"

"Is it possible to love and lust, but have a relationship start with the lust instead?" Charlie thought for a moment, her handsome face seemed troubled, her green eyes narrow.

"I…I'm sorry I'm really not a person to ask. I have one night stands every night, don't know about love, only twenty-three afterall." Anna breathed deeply, and she thought long and hard. Before she nodded, and she made up her mind. "…Ann-"

"Make love to me," She ordered, and Charlie seemed incredulous.

"You're hot and all but-"

"Please," Anna pleaded, and she felt bad for using her, but she had to know if what she felt could be duplicated, just some thing she could have with anyone. She was already confident it wasn't, confident that despite it all this was love even if she didn't know what love was she had to make sure! Charlie stared at her very long and very hard. Then she exhaled, and rubbed the back of head head nervously.

"Ok kid, but if you…what am I doing," She breathed, "okay. My place though…I need to be comfortable." Anna smiled.

"Of course."

FROZEN

It must have been as awkward for Charlie as it was for her because she seemed beyond uncomfortable, Anna breathed and stretched and oh god that had felt good yet so horrible at the same time. Disgusting, almost, and she felt bad for thinking that but now she knew….knew that it couldn't be anyone else but Elsa. "You look like you just found the answer to all your problems," the cigarette smoke blew in her face as the brunette butch exhaled, and Anna nodded.

"Thank you."

"No problem, though…" Anna cocked her head, and Charlie winked, "you know some nasty words." And Anna flushed and huffed and hugged her.

"I can't help it," she muttered and began to get dressed, a good natured smile on her lips. Charlie seemed lonely then.

"I'll see you later?" She asked softly.

"I don't know. Movin' soon," Charlie muttered, "at the point where I've slept with all the lesbians in town." Wasn't hard to do she imagined, Arendelle was very small. She slumped because she sensed that they would be good friends.

"At least come to my birthday party," Anna beamed and Charlie thought.

"When's that?"

"Four weeks, it'll be a big one, after all, you only turn eighteen once." She winked after that and she earned an expression of horror. She made sure to move fast out the door, and Charlie stared after.

"Oh my god, you really are a kid, you tricked me, if the police come I'll tell them you tricked me," yet she was laughing as she spoke. Anna beamed and began the trek home.

FROZEN

She had promised. She would admit she had planned not to do it, break the promise that is, but the desire was so strong…the need for her was so strong that how could she not enter the property of her beloved elder half-sibling as she passed it. She recognized Fathers car, and assumed he'd be here tonight. She stared into the windows, saw nothing, saw curtain…and her heart raced and she stepped closer. She pulled out the key Elsa had granted her from her coat pocket, stared at the silver thing. She had said she'd find out. She…had to know so many things, had to fucking see Elsa again…

She made sure to open the back door very quietly, and very slowly. And she took her boots off outside. Her socks were slightly damp. She stepped slowly through the house, and she heard absolutely nothing. As she ascended the stairs to her sisters bedroom…there was no doubt, that Elsa and her father were upstairs. She could hear father after all, and her skin clammed up and her heart pounded, as she heard the creak of bedsprings. No, nonono this is not happening…there was a crack, a crack between the door and the hinge and she could very slightly see.

She saw enough to know. She couldn't define what she felt. Confused, angry, sad, so very fucking betrayed…yet…that passed quickly because why would Elsa willingly do this? She was very quiet as she peered inside, and listened to the voices she heard. She heard less voices then she heard the grunts of her father. The disturbing part of it all, was how silent Elsa was, and even though Anna didn't see her face, she saw the defeated slump of her body as she was …as she was raped. It all made sense, but Anna didn't have time to think about the big scheme of things…

"Baby girl, do you feel good," Her father asked as he grunted and seemingly hit his peak. Anna practically felt her forced smile as she whispered a yes. Her dad beamed at that, his eyes on Elsa's back. His hands slid over her. "I think maybe I fixed you. I think maybe I fixed you too much." Anna shook her head, she was going to throw up, this was all sick this was all wrong and she felt Elsa's internal heartbreak her tears and she wished so badly, so fucking badly that she was there to hold her and comfort her and say that he was sick, that she was okay. She breathed. "I think maybe you want only me now," Her dad clutched her hair, turned her face and pulled her back to his chest. Elsa choked.

"Daddy's right isn't he," her father purred in her ear. And Anna really was going to puke because he was kissing her now, no that was wrong, Elsa didn't want to, Elsa was being hurt!

"Yes," Elsa whispered, "Yes you are…daddy." She sounded heartbroken and god damn it Anna wanted to wring his neck because he did this to mom, he did this to Elsa, he was so fucking disgusting. He smiled.

"I'll make sure," He turned her, and Anna saw her face now, and she wished she didn't. She was going to die, she was going to throw up, she was going to fucking kill him because no woman, or man, deserved to look so broken. Elsa didn't notice her at first, but as he slid a new condom on, her eyes met Anna's, and Elsa's face stayed composed but her eyes held something beyond panic. Hurt, betrayal, fear, anger, she bet Elsa wanted to kill her, she bet Elsa felt…humiliated. She shouldn't have been, this wasn't her fault, and Anna put a finger to her lip and Elsa's eyes flashed cold with annoyance. I know that. They said, and she smiled weakly and now her father was ready for another round. He continued what he had been saying. "I'll make sure I use no condom next time."

Anna had to breath. She was seriously going to throw up. She pulled away from the door and breathed, her breath heavy, so disgusting, so wrong Elsa deserved a choice… she went back to her spot and he was already inside again. Enjoy this while you can you disgusting piece of shit, because I'll fucking destroy you. I don't care if you're my supposed father. I'll kill you. I'll kill you. She composed herself because she had to listen, and Elsa's eyes met her, and she saw her fathers back.

Her eyes screamed at her to leave, and she shook her head, and glared. Elsa trembled, and she looked so broken and terrified and angry. "What about Anna," and Elsa seemed to lock up, and Anna herself was paralyzed. "I think she's very sick," he panted onto her. "I think she caught it from you, I think it never goes away." You think a lot of things that are wrong you disgusting piece of shit! "Fully that is, baby, don't look so scared! Daddy knows you're cured, he won't abandon you again." She wants you to asshole she wants…She steadied herself, and leaned against the wall. "But I'll have to work on her, make sure she's not homosexual, into girls that is." He thinks he could do that to her? No, she'd fucking stab him, she'd crack his head open, she'd do something. She wouldn't do that, just lay there….guilt plagued her at the thought because she was sure, sure Elsa wasn't laying there like that because she wanted to.

How dare Anna think something like that…she slumped and shook her head…Elsa's eyes met her through the crack again, and this time there was nothing but coldness. Elsa was fully shutting her out. And she slipped her arms around their father and peered at him. "You'd make me share you," and now they were kissing, and oh god, oh fucking god, Anna was going to throw up, she felt so hot and gross all over, she was hyperventilating she was sure. This was so wrong, wrong for so many reasons because she wasn't supposed to be jealous she wasn't supposed to be getting raped and she wasn't supposed to be here, Elsa had shut her out and she was going to die.

Father pulled away, "How rude of me," He purred. And Anna didn't get to hear what Elsa said next, as she peered quietly through that crack.

She couldn't hear him over the scream of her cell phone.

A/N: OH MY GOD I'M SORRY THIS IS SO DISGUSTING, of course I don't know how I could have made it not disgusting...it had to happen, don't hate me, ,o.o,

Anyways, I have a question for you, what would you have done if you were Anna in this position when you saw what was going on.