"E-Escort?"

What the hell?

Her body tensed, skin prickled with goosebumps at the thought.

"Yes, I want you."

Anna blinked at the carefree expression that the woman had. Of course, she'd been this relaxed—a woman with that much wealth wouldn't know how it'd feel to have real struggles. Deep down, she wanted that woman to truly want her. Want her in a way that… someone would hold her in their arms in a time of distress, or to love her tenderly. Want... her to touch her because she meant it. Ah, but in the end, it was all for her body. It didn't even surprise her anymore.

She glared, confused, yet, curious at what else was up her sleeve.

Elsa leaned back in her seat, still eyeing the confused strawberry blonde. "I've heard... from Hans that-"

"I'm sorry, Miss Arendelle. I don't take clients outside the stage."

She frowned. "Pardon?"

Oh, Anna knew she heard that loud and clear. "I said, I don't take clients." Seemed like she didn't understand. "It's not my thing."

The woman tilted her head, and Anna knew that blonde wouldn't back away so easily. Elsa slowly lifted her fingers to her cheek.

She gulped, the woman's finger kissing down her warm cheek to her jaw, holding her chin so that her eyes met her very own. It wasn't… unpleasant, per se.

There was a slight disappointment in her eyes, but Anna did not dare to stare into them. She did not want to get into her… know more about her to make herself want the blonde even more.

But, Jesus, if only she could hold on tight to her control over her urges.

Even through the silence, Anna could still feel her heart—hear it pound ever faster than the last beat. Her fingers clenched together, teal eyes unable to escape from those sharp blue eyes. She tensed in her seat, and nothing could relieve this tension than to hear the woman speak and let her go on her way.

"So what is your thing…?" Elsa hushed. Not what Anna would expect her to say. Gods, what was she doing? Persistent. Secretive. Unbreakable. Anna couldn't deal with this kind of people.

Her hands were beginning to grow damp. "This…" Anna breathed, turning to meet her eyes. "I don't… I… we're…" Get it together! "It shouldn't be any of your business." She pushed the blonde away from her.

Elsa immediately took away her hand. "Are you… playing hard to get?"

"Yes, I am." Fuck, why?

"I did say we should get to know each other, yes?"

"I know you enough to know that you only want me for pleasure. And the answer's NO." She snatched her hand back.

Elsa chuckled, amuse. "It's what you do. Being on the stage for someone else's pleasure... wearing little to nothing."

Ugh. Anna really was pissed now if she wasn't before. Well, more than before. Yes, she danced for other's pleasure, but this was her only resort. Her last resort to support herself. Her fingers clenched tightly on her knees. Gods, did she want to slap the shit out of this rich, obnoxiously entitled woman. Who does she think she is?

Anna huffed and turned away from those observant eyes. She had to endure. "I… don't take clients. Period."

"Five hundred."

Oh geez.

"I don't negotiate the price either, Elsa Arendelle."

Elsa sighed. "You are quite stubborn."

She scoffed and turned to her. And somehow… she could see the stress in her eyes. Behind that coldness, there laid something vulnerable. Anna tilted her head slightly, but this wouldn't help to break open that woman's secretive ways. "You're not the one to talk," Anna retorted. "You're really persistent."

The blonde licked her lips and looked at her watch. "You should go change. I want to continue this conversation later."

Anna's eyebrows arched sharply. "Later?"

Anna didn't know why, but she'd been lured towards Elsa's way, anyway. Again.

How could she resist? The redhead felt like a child that was in a Grimm's brothers story.

After getting changed, she'd been so… enthralled by those blue eyes that she actually ended up riding along with the blonde. Along the way, silence embraced the two women.

She stared at the streets, headlights passing over them. It'd only been one in the morning, but the town seemed to be living the night, the moon shining brightly through the sky, and the clouds were floating with ease through the wind. The cold was quite harsh. This silence was deafening though.

She laid her head against the window and glanced at Elsa. What's up with her? She'd been talkative before—revealing what she was doing here… yet, why did she want to tell her about her own sister?

"You should take a quick nap; I'll wake you up when we get there." Coming to a stop behind a red light, she took her jacket off and laid it on Anna's lap. "It's cold." So she could be nice for once. Surprising. At the same time… not so much.

She laid her hand on top of the woman's hand, fingers embracing between each other. "Why?" Anna questioned.

Elsa tilted her head with curious eyes. "Why, what?"

She rolled her eyes. "Why did you want me to be your escort? Specifically, someone like me."

Those blue orbs stared into hers, bringing series of shivers down her spine. Elsa leaned back in her seat and a lighthearted chuckle sounded. Or, so that was what it sounded like to Anna. She watched the woman's finger travel through her light fringes. "I… well, I've had quite a stressful month. So I thought, this would relax me a bit."

Anna raised her eyebrows. "You've done this before?"

Elsa began driving again. "I have. Unfortunately, she wasn't the right person for me."

She! Anna gulped. It was already quite tempting to give in on the offer, and Anna struggled to stick with her one and only answer, no. She didn't want another person touching her in such a way that… She shut her eyes at the thought of their last interaction. What was done had been done… and she was foolish to think such naïve thoughts. To think someone would—

No, she didn't want Elsa to be another one of those… people.

She twirled the bottom of her braid in her fingers. "I… I'm sorry, but I don't…"

Elsa smiled. "I'll give you some time to think about it."

Yes, please.

For a moment, she was stunned. This woman was turning from hot to cold and vice versa too fast. Anna found it quite endearing. Something about her was so inviting. She shook her head in silence. It seemed a bit too fast to catch feelings for her—even if it was just a little bit.

She patted the jacket down on her lap. It sure was getting quite cold for a few nights now.

Elsa glimpsed at her. "I'd like to apologize, if… I've gone too far."

Again, stunned.

Anna's eyes widened as she turned to her. Fortunately for her, Elsa wasn't looking. But unfortunately for her… something about the look in Elsa's expression kept her from saying anything else. She stared silently at see the woman's eyes looking so… detached from reality. Empty of any warmth… As if her life had been drained from all that had happened around her.

Deep down, Anna felt the need to pity her.

She stared at her hand holding a vice grip on the steering wheel. Had she not seen the shaking and the twitching, Anna wouldn't have sensed what was wrong. Perhaps… even with that, she still wouldn't know.

"No…" she breathed, unconsciously. "You haven't gone that far." And I wouldn't be surprised if she does in the future.

Elsa brought out a small chuckle. "I'm glad. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

Oh, I'm used to it. Even if she shouldn't ever be used to feeling discomfort.

Her cheeks flushed bright pink from that smile. It wasn't that cocky grin anymore—it was gentle, yet tired. Fragile. Vulnerable. Something just wasn't right.

She tilted her head, and let it all sink in. "Do you—"

The car stopped in front of her apartment. "We're here," Elsa announced as she fell back towards her seat. She turned. "You were saying?" Whether Elsa didn't want to hear it, or it was intentional, Anna didn't know. For Christ's sake! Anna would like to take a god damn break.

"Nothing. It's… not important."

Honestly.

She looked around the living room to find it quite… spacious. Well, fairly empty and neat. On top of that, it was cold, but Elsa managed to turn the heater on. While she was being left alone for a bit, Anna let herself observe that home Elsa had for herself. It was beautiful, as much as she didn't want to admit it.

Anna didn't want to say it was empty—there was a flat screen TV near the wall with tall speakers on both sides. There was a guitar. A white piano. Sheets of empty bars and pencils laying on its stand. So Elsa plays music… A black leather couch placed on the opposite end. In the middle was a glass table, all clean and empty.

And she's a neat freak.

The kitchen was just right next to the entrance, Elsa's room… Elsa's room…

Anna didn't want to know where it was. Well, perhaps a bit, but she didn't want to know what would be hiding in there.

She walked towards the glass walls and looked beyond her own reflection over the span of buildings, glowing in the night.

Seen from an apartment like this—God a beautiful, rich apartment—the city life shined through the night. Cars drove through the streets, and people were still buzzing around for drinks and… some pleasure tonight.

Her palm against the cold glass. Her glowing teal eyes gazed at the buildings before her, lighting up through the night. It was mesmerizing. Beautiful. Nothing she'd ever seen before. Ah, when was she going to get a view like this? Of course, she was in a tall building—nothing compared to her small home. Who would ever be surprised?

Elsa was wealthy—with an eccentric, secretive life—woman. And Anna was in her home.

"You're being a little too quiet, don't you think?"

Anna turned around to see the blonde leaning against the wall, a rocks glass in her hand filled with whiskey. The aromatic smell brushed under Anna's nose. She couldn't figure out if she'd already gotten drunk from that… or the view of her.

"You were just talking… well, questioning me a few minutes ago."

She stood still, trying not to look so thrilled to see Elsa. A part of her despised this woman, but another one—so much bigger—craved for her. "W-When did you get here?" she asked. Stupid. Stupid. Even more stupid.

Elsa looked around, taking a deep breath. "Well, first, I live here. Second…" She sighed in satisfaction as she tugged her tie off. "I wanted to get you a drink. Here." She offered the dancer a glass of whiskey.

"I-I don't drink." Anna put her hands behind her back, looking at the liquor questionably.

She tilted her head. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Anna blinked in confusion. "W-What…?" Elsa couldn't be that intimidating… but something so alluring about her cried to her. Screamed to her. Anna was in her hands again. And she had submitted obediently to her.

"That I might've… drugged you with this?" She shook the glass, the ice clinking against the surface. This woman was really irritating her. But Anna endured it. She really should've just left the club immediately. A pang of regret surfaced through her chest.

The redhead stayed silent as she watched the woman come close to her. "That's just… crazy."

"Crazy, hm?" Really, what was she smiling about? Elsa took a sip of her whiskey. "I promise, I wouldn't hurt you."

Anna scoffed. "You and I don't know that. I don't know… you." And there she was, standing before her, her eyes colder than the surface of a block of ice. They were quite blue—a beautiful shade of blue—and Anna felt her breath taken away at the sight before. She was tall. Regal.

"You will."

Her mesmerizing gaze and her finger grazing against hers silenced her. "I…" Her face reddened, as her back greeted the wall.

Something about her smile was so soft… yet, it was dark. Like it's lusting for something...

And something was prompting her to lean in for a kiss. Oh, those luscious lips… how soft, and how beautifully her skin glowed from the dimly lit room. Anna licked her own, at the thought of their bare frame pressed together… writhing in ecstasy, screaming for more. Gods, what a wishful thought.

Slowly, their fingers weaved together and Anna's skin prickled at the cold—and, oddly, also warm - at the touch hand.

Anna gazed back and forth from her lips to her eyes, unconsciously taking the woman's hand in hers. What could seriously make her feel this way? All hot… bothered… Elsa wasn't anybody special. Right? Oh, who was she kidding?

Anna got her number, immediately reacting in such a negative way—she doubted it was jealousy—denied it—and here she was, breathing into Elsa's heady scent. She imagined what they could do tonight. What Elsa would do to her…

Elsa placed her hand against the glass, trapping Anna's left wrist by her side.

Her heart nearly jumped out at the sudden movement—nobody had ever touched her this way. Not even that… She closed her fingers together in a fist and she watched the blonde lean in close to her neck. She was shaking, but she did not plan to explore what had caused her to tremble so pleasantly.

Chills ran down her back and, she knew, Elsa was merely teasing her. The woman brushed her nose lightly against her skin on the crook of her neck. She sighed deeply, and Anna's labored breath intensified. It was hard for her to admit, but she liked this… so, so much. "Freckles here too…" she breathed, a low chuckle sounding between the two.

Anna's muscles tensed, unable to contain her throaty moans when the woman breathed into her. Again. And again. Warm… What is she doing to me?

"I…" Anna squeaked. She grabbed Elsa's arm and managed to grab her attention as well.

"I gotta—" She felt the woman's head plopped against her shoulder.

"It's been a long day…" Elsa breathed.

"E-Elsa—"

"Am I being too desperate…?"

"W-What?" Gods what was she saying? Anna's eyebrows crossed, trying her very best to catch a small glimpse of her expression. She couldn't. But she knew, the slumped shoulders that came into view showed nothing more than exhaustion. Well, not that Anna really cared… It wasn't enough to care.

Perhaps, she did, but what use would caring be?

Elsa tightened her fingers around Anna's. "Don't go."

Those two words hit her like a storm, and she was silenced by the echoing sound of her meek voice. Somehow, Anna pitied her. What could she possibly so exhausted by—gods, how stupid. Elsa had already told her about her sister… finding her must've been so hard. Including work?

She doubted the blonde would have enough sleep.

The redhead hesitated to run her fingers through her hair like a child. She swallowed the lump that kept her from talking. "I… I—" She heard a slight sniffle.

"I'm sorry." Elsa immediately parted from her, turning as she took a huge gulp of whiskey. Did she think Anna wouldn't see her tears? "I'm…" she breathed, her blue eyes facing the floor. In shame or in pain, Anna didn't know. Perhaps, both. "I'd like to be with you for a second, is that okay?" She smiled.

Anna could see through it all. She wasn't good at hiding one bit, but Anna decided to play along. "Okay."

Nodding in agreement, Elsa took a seat on the far end of the couch. "Come, sit here." She unbuttoned the top of her shirt. Anna tried not to stare… but she couldn't help it at the sight of her beautiful pale skin—and, Gods, her chest…

Anna took a seat next to her, her hands folded together. She tried not to fidget uncomfortably. Did she want to reveal everything that was in her life to her? She'd barely knew her, but seemingly, Elsa seemed to be revealing bits of herself to her. She waited patiently, knowing Elsa didn't have the thickest skin.

She watched the woman take another gulp of her whiskey, blue eyes darkening from the excess pain. Her expression was stone cold, and Anna could almost feel it crawling through her skin. At this point, she'd prefer the woman holding her chin and doing unthinkable things to her, rather than seeing her like—no, that is not what you're thinking right now, Anna.

Her braids shook with her head from the lusting thought. Get it together. You're a human being, not a toy… not that person.

Elsa was watching with amusement, but Anna didn't seem to care in the slightest.

Anna eyed the blonde softly, mirroring the same expression she had. "Y-You wanted to talk?"

Those blue eyes had gone from amused to cold again. She avoided looking at Anna, gazing at the amber liquid in her glass. She twirled it in her hand in silence. An agonizing one, at that. "I've been searching for an escort for quite some time now…" She chuckled. "It's just recently that I've become so interested in someone."

Anna blinked. "M-Me? Why?" She was nothing special, other than the fact that she seemed to be a burden. She never wanted to do this. It was all for the money. All to support her family.

Elsa tilted her head, resting it on her fist as she propped her elbow on the armrest. "Well, I'd be lying if I didn't tell you that I'd been interested the moment Hans mentioned you for the first time." Her smile was meek. "He always seems so… aggressive and controlling, but that's him. It's exhilarating to see him talk about someone so passionately. "

Anna groaned. "Passionately? Noo, not in a good way."

She chuckled. "Perhaps. But I've never seen him speak of someone like this… ever. Knowing that, you've been an escort before, I thought—"

"Elsa, as much as I want to, I've already given you a reason—"

"Being the only… sane one in my family, I needed something to relieve me from this stress."

Ah, she was one of those broken people… pretending that they were okay with everything. Anna could see through her so easily. She stared into those blue eyes, voided from any reality… voided from any sense at all.

Perhaps… the only sane thing to do ever, was to go insane.

But this wasn't Elsa.

Anna… doubted this would ever be Elsa.

"And you…" She watched the blonde lean towards her, strands of hair falling over her eyes. But nothing could block her from that view… that memory of those same blue eyes kissing every part of her dirtied body. It cleansed her… claiming her. Anna couldn't do anything about it—frozen solid, anticipating what would come next.

Elsa crawled towards her, her shirt sliding over her shoulder loosely. The redhead had completely lost her breathing after a while, her body taken into her touch. There was this anticipation, and still, Anna managed to love every bit of it. Cold finger caressed her freckled cheek, her frigidness contrasted splendidly with her own burning desire. Gods, how much she wanted this.

So why stop? Why would she torture herself—lie to herself? She bit her lip, feeling the woman's finger grazing down her chin. Her mind screamed for a taste of her. Just a little… taste…

The blonde's smile was distracting, enticing, and Anna wanted every little bit of that against her own lips.

She was getting closer, and Anna couldn't move—frozen in her state. Perhaps, she wanted her to come close… to feel her body against her own. To experience that ecstatic feeling running through her veins again.

"I've been… carrying this weight for… most of my life. All I needed was something to relieve me…" she whispered. "You were so beautiful—more than what Hans told me... I couldn't help but notice you."

Anna only managed to skim her fingers around her wrist. She searched for signs of hesitation in her eyes, but it'd only gotten four shades darker. "Anna…" Her voice. It echoed into her mind… relishing the moment that Elsa had called her name in such a craving manner.

She longed to wrapped her arms around Elsa's neck… and that was what she did. Her fingers burrowed into those golden hair, bringing her closer… and closer… and closer…

Those darken eyes shut as their lips touched, their scent drugging each other into dark, molten lust. It was gentle at first, and slowly, Anna was becoming bolder. She pressed herself against Elsa, arms holding her tight around her neck. Her moans were swallowed into the blonde, and the heat of her cheeks—gods, even those twitching muscles between her—

Elsa slowly slid her hands to Anna's, placing them flat against the surface of the couch and by her sides. Their fingers laced together perfectly, and Anna did not seem to mind the cold—soothing, as a matter of fact—of her hands. The redhead seemed a little too eager—her heart racing, breathing growing shallow… and she spread her legs slightly to accommodate Elsa's body laying atop of her.

It's exhilarating—

Until Elsa pulled away with one last gentle—mostly, teasing—kiss, and a smirk crossing her face.

Her eyes blinked once. Twice. Thrice, and Elsa allowed herself to sit up. "W-What are you—" She watched as the woman buttoned up her shirt. She can't be serious.

She laid on the couch, still. Confused. Confined in lust.

"I don't expect much from you," Elsa started and got up from her seat, taking her tie and placing it around her neck. "I won't pursue you any further than I have to. Would you like a ride home?"

That was it. That was it?

Anna couldn't believe it. Before her very eyes, Elsa stood tall and regal, her hands in her pockets—oh, it's a very irritating look. "Are you kidding me?"

"Anna?"

"You can't just leave what you've started like that."

She sighed to herself. Perhaps, she should let all that she'd ever done go. Straightening her clothes, she sat herself up. Teal eyes flared red anger to the oblivious woman standing beside her. How could she tease her like this? Anna had her own limits… and to be treated like a toy? Absolutely not!

"I'll do it." Short. Simple. Straightforward.

Yet, Elsa was gazing at her as if she was crazy. "Excuse me?"

Another deep sigh. "I said, I'll do it. I'll be your escort."