I would be lying if I said I have never dreamed about living in a luxurious and huge house but that dream was long gone, it died with me, well, figuratively.

But here I am, living in one.

I arrived here 2 weeks ago, after my sexcapade with Kristoff, and so far people have been nothing but nice to me, and by people, I meant the maids and butlers running around this house.

I've never had the chance to finally meet my owner. I can't say if I'm excited or nervous, maybe a little bit of both.

Whoever my owner is, he's taken great care of me, like I have my own room, and all I need is in that room, I have nice clothes, been wearing nothing but dresses that perfectly suits me. I wonder if he asked Oaken for my size or if he is just really into this roleplaying game that he has this image or type on his mind when he decided to buy me out.

He is so into details like he cannot not know a thing about me, basically he can't leave me alone like I have a doctor, a nurse, a maid, a lawyer, and a body guard.

I have prepared myself mentally, physically, sexually but nothing has ever prepared me for this moment.

The moment I met "her".

It started as a normal day.

Everyone's busy with their normal tasks, it bored me to death, they keep on doing the same thing every single day. Why would you wipe the windows every single day when before, during, and after wiping it still is dirty, I understand if you wipe the panel inside but outside?

The only activity that piques my interest is cooking. It soothes me, not to mention that I will eat what they are cooking afterwards.

And that's where I finally met her...

I grabbed a glass of water and for some unknown reason, the glass slipped off my hand and there it goes to the floor in slow motion while my mouth is wide open, my brain processing is delayed, I tried to grab the glass midair and ofcourse that didn't happen.

I ended up on the floor with all these broken pieces and a wounded right leg, I can still remember the gllass poking through my flesh.

And then she came...

I remember thinking wow, you're pretty before I drifted to unconcsiousness.

As it turns out, she fired my maid and my bodyguard. My doctor stitched me up and made sure I won't have any permanent marks on my skin.

It's just a glimpse of her but it's enough to make me wonder, enough to make me curious.

I officially met her with all these lawyers and stuff. They made me sign these papers. They made me change my name. I officially have my own SSS number and all these other stuff. I even own a driver's license.

It happened so fast.

Finally, one night she decided to pay me a visit. It's almost midnight when I heard footsteps, I didn't give a damn since it could have been a maid or a guard or a butler so I just snuggled into my pillow and tried to sleep it off, but then the I heard the door to my room open and close.

There's a chair at the foot of my bed near the drawer. I heard the chair creaking a little so I thought she sat there and she did...

"How are you feeling?" She asked in a soft yet commanding tone.

I sat up so I can look at her when I answer but the lights are out so I'm just using the natural light from the moon through the window.

She's different.

A good different.

I dont know what she's thinking.

I could never guess.

And I'm scared of her.

After all, even under all this beauty and grace she has, she had the audacity to buy a person, to buy me. So, I thread the waters carefully.

"A little bit sleepy. I never thought you're a nighttime person." I yawned and stretched to wake myself up, the wind moved the curtain a bit allowing more light to pass through, and that's when I see it, her hunger. "Oh" I realized she's here for that activity.

She's gripping the armrest so hard her knuckles starts turning whiter, yes whiter, I know that's not a word but she's already pale white, so whiter... nevermind...

I slowly made my way towards her, crawling my way on op of the bed, my intentions are clear, she bought me for a reason, and what could the reason be besides fulfilling her sexual needs? After all, she knew what I am. A prostitute.

She might have changed what I wear, where I live, my name, what I look like, but she can't change the fact, that I am a sex worker. And I am good at it, the best at what I do.

I can see her want.

I can smell her needs.

I can fulfill your needs, Elsa.

Let me do you as you do me.

Character Review

Johanne = Anna

Elsa = Ice Prince

Elsa's Father = Ice King

Hans = King