What was wrong with her? There must have been a sickness… a sort of poison inside of her to make her so, so unbearably selfish. There must have been a chain that held her and kept her from ever, ever quitting her precious job. Precious, huh? There was nothing precious about giving herself away as an object.

She did all she could… she did everything, and without a doubt, she could just leave. Hans permitted her to. So why shouldn't she?

Anna was just waiting. Waiting, waiting, waiting… but for what? For who? Nobody noticed her - and those who did, treated her like a whore.

It had been… forever. Anna felt so goddamn lonely. The loneliness had made her numb again. Was this what she deserved? Was this what Elsa wanted now? All this time, in the club… Anna was beginning to wonder whether all of this was her fault. That she didn't deserve to see Elsa anymore.

But Elsa didn't want to see her at all. The last call she received from Elsa was the night before… that happened. And that was two months ago. What have we become…?

The clock ticked slowly as time passed by in her dressing room. Out there, the noises were all muffled. She was just sitting still before her mirror, bearing nothing but her own skin and tears. She gazed at her reflection reluctantly, needing to see how much of a mess she had made of herself. Nobody but herself could see it. Not even Hans - though Anna wondered if he ever knew how much of a mess she was. Not that it mattered now.

And she continued to gaze at herself in silence, her fingers trailing down the freckles that were tattooed on her cheeks. The tears that stained her beautiful skin. She was completely done. She didn't want to be touched anymore - didn't want people to stare at her like a piece of fucking meat. Her pale face was a horrid view. She hoped her emotions would just erupt like how it should've, but all Anna could see was this empty sad shell of a woman. How long was she going to stay like this? To stop feeling oh, so sorry for herself?

She hadn't seen Elsa for two months. She was afraid. They both were.

In those two months… not only was Elsa not Anna's client anymore during those Thursday nights but… Anna wished she could forget those nights that weren't with Elsa. Those nights that were among those… men.

Anna was completely devastated. She thought she was strong - could do all of this on her own. That she didn't need to rely on Elsa… She couldn't. Anna just wanted everything to end. Everything.

At this point, Anna wondered if she had gone insane. She was offered… relief from other coworkers, but she never accepted them. Every one of those nights, she would be shaking in fear… in shame, without Elsa. But she had to hide it with a bright, seductive face and body. She should've taken those offers, and it was not too late to do it now. She could… be numb forever, if she wanted to. Dose herself with drugs to numb the pain.

In a bit, Anna would be out there again. Dancing emptily, and not for anyone but herself. She'd feel eyes molesting her body again, hear voices degrading her. Over and over again like a broken record. Ah, nothing ever changed. But that was what she was right now. An object. Even Elsa saw her as one.

She sighed, blank eyes gazing down at her hands. She had… worked so hard. Anna didn't deserve this.

Anna hadn't even noticed the door opening. Nor the woman that was standing in silence when she entered. Hadn't noticed the hand that was placed on her shoulder.

"Anna."

The escort blinked, slowly turning back. That voice. She didn't say anything… staring in awe, wide-eyed, and in complete stillness. Her whole world stopped. She was here. But why? Why now? Elsa still looked as beautiful as ever. But Anna couldn't erase that cold expression on her face as beautiful as she was.

Anna wasn't sure why she wasn't angry or disappointed. After all this time, the only thing that was in front of her - the only person was making her lips stretch into a smile. "Elsa…" she whispered. Ah, she could say her name so joyfully. So hopeful.

But Anna didn't smile for long. Elsa looked so exhausted, so aggravated. Oh, what the hell had she done to herself? The way those blue eyes had grown so empty and reeked of loneliness, Anna couldn't stand it. It was like… she was looking at herself. She'd ask Elsa how she was doing but, Anna feared the words that would bounce back at her. Feared the hate that was in her voice. But, perhaps, that was what Anna deserved.

I get it. There was no 'us'.

"How are you?" Elsa's voice was so soft, so exhausted. Anna slowly got up, only prompting Elsa to back away a step. Do we… really need this?

Anna nodded, unable to get the picture of Elsa avoiding her away from her head. They had had enough. "I…" She bit her lip. "I'm good. I… it's nice seeing you."

She looked away. "You are working, still."

This was a bit awkward. "Y-Yeah - if you want me to cover up -"

"No, it's okay." They were just… completely lying to each other. After two months of not seeing each other, this was all they could say. How ridiculous. Anna crossed her arms over her bare body. Even if she said that Elsa couldn't look her at all that anymore.

Anna smiled to herself, bitterly. "I... I haven't seen you for so long. I thought you'd call but -"

"I know."

"Why didn't you?"

Elsa twitched, raising an eyebrow in exasperation. "Why, you ask…? Why do you think?" She was angry. After so long, she was still angry. But Anna understood why.

"Please -" She tightened her own embrace on her body.

"Have you considered what it was like to -" Elsa took a deep breath, chuckling in bitterness. "No, I am not here to say any of this. I just… want to see how my little sister is doing."

Little sister. Was this what Elsa wanted? Here? After all this time to be touched and to touch, Elsa wanted a little sister in Anna. Had she completely forgotten this feeling? Anna couldn't accept this.

She glared at the woman, in tears. "T-This is it? After two months, you come here… in this club just for your sister?"

Elsa didn't even look at her. "No, we are not doing this -"

"We had it all, Elsa - "

"We are SISTERS," the woman growled loudly. "What part of that do you not understand? How many times do I have to repeat those words?"

Anna didn't say anything. She understood completely. They were sisters. But on the inside, Anna knew how clear her feelings were for Elsa. But who gives a fuck? Elsa could push her away as many time as she wanted, and Anna could never stop it. They could've had it all…

She was hesitant when she walked up to Elsa. Anna was going to be calm - going to be… no, she needed to be selfish. "Please, I was… I was yours. Are you taking that away from me…? From us?"

Elsa's eyes widened. "What… are you doing?"

"Elsa, please… I-I can't stand this anymore." She wanted to grab Elsa's hand, only to have her back away one more time. "I-I… I miss you, I miss what we had - And I'm sorry -"

The woman shook her head in shock. "Why are you like this…? When have you become so desperate -"

"You don't think I was heartbroken? Confused? Scared? I just… I want my Elsa back." She let her fingers glide to Elsa's hand. Ah, it'd been so long since she had felt her skin… the familiar coldness. But right now, Elsa… was only a scared little girl.

This time, Elsa didn't push her away. Perhaps, she didn't have the guts to. And perhaps… she still remembered the feelings they had for each other. Anna gazed in longing and plea. Her sister shook her head. "No, we are…" The woman sighed in disbelief. "We can't. Look at us - look at you. What have I done?"

There that was again. 'What have I done'. Elsa wasn't to blame for this. Anna felt tears roll down her cheeks, her hand gripping tightly on Elsa's so she wouldn't feel herself shake - or perhaps, she just didn't want Elsa to go. "No… no, please -"

"I beg you, Anna." Her stone cold face softened. "I beg you, to forget what we had. Forget that I was ever your…" Oh, she couldn't say it. "Forget that we were ever anything. I just want my sister back…"

And I want you back…

Click.

Elsa immediately turned around to the door, when Anna couldn't even react in time. For the moment she was silent… Anna still gazing at Elsa with broken hope. She didn't care for anything else. Just her.

"Who's there?!" Elsa's voice boomed. Nothing answered her back. After a moment she turned to Anna with a gentle smile, her hand releasing Anna's. "Please, Anna."

Anna was reluctant, but she let her go. She watched the woman's back with broken love as she opened the door. Nobody was there.

The blonde sighed again, unable to turn. Oh, even Anna wouldn't look at herself either. "I should go."

Anna rounded her fingers up. If Elsa wanted this… if she allowed Anna to just be next to her - and only that, lover or not, it didn't matter to Anna. Not anymore. "Okay." It was such a pity. "It's what you want… I'll give it to you."

Perhaps, Elsa understood. So they let this silence envelop them… And Elsa turned. Walking closer. A hand on Anna's cheek. A kiss on her forehead. The whisper of her breath on Anna's skin as she sighed in shame.

Anna… would remember all of this. Without another word, their sorrowful eyes said goodbye.

She was on. The light was gleaming down on her, and she looked up towards the light, where darkness surrounded her. Everything was quiet, and beyond what she was looking at, there were candles on tables. People both sitting and standing - most, probably just getting off work and wanting some entertainment. Right now, Anna was their entertainment.

Her heart ached. The words she heard from before broke her heart completely. She couldn't possibly forget the touch of Elsa's lips - couldn't possibly forget that Elsa had loved her. Ah, past tense.

Now, Anna wasn't so sure.

She gazed down from the stage, a hand gripping the metal pole beside her. She wasn't wearing much - and this time, she was barefooted, a white collar shirt barely covering her bare body, her hair loosened from her braid. Her eyes scanned the crowd, urging her for a dance. For a little pleasure. Anna didn't have the heart to listen - never did, anyway.

Her eyes widened. Elsa was sitting at the very same spot she was in when they first met. And this time, there was no amusing smile. No… acknowledgment between each other. She was just there, watching. Thinking.

Please… don't do this to me…

She wished Elsa wouldn't be here to see this… this filth that Anna was. She wished Elsa would go away, but Anna knew she wouldn't ever say that.

Anna didn't want to think. She broke their gaze and closed her eyes when the soft piano started playing in the background.

She danced beautifully… her feet pushing off the floor and in the air as she balanced herself on the pole. What was she doing? She shouldn't be dancing like this - this wasn't sexy. This was only… her beauty. This was herself. With all her strength, she twirled her body around and around, her legs stretching out.

Yeah, I wanted to play tough
Thought I could do all just on my own
But even Superwoman sometimes needed Superman's soul

Her hair flowed beautifully, and her body felt so stretched out… though, so heavy. And perhaps, that was just her heart. She couldn't look at Elsa the way they used to look at each other. Anna gazed up, her fingers running from her cheeks and down her body. But she looked at her.

Those blue eyes were so hurt. So vulnerable.

Help me out of this hell
Your love lifts me up like helium
When I've hit the ground you're all I need

Unbeknownst to Anna, tears were riding down her cheeks. All she wanted was this last dance to be for Elsa, and that was all. So she let her heart do all the work, her body twist and turning against the pole with such elegance. And with every little step she took with her bare feet… the more heartbroken Anna was. Oh, she wished Elsa would just sweep her off the ground - would just carry her home.

And when the music stopped, so did she. Everyone was clapping in awe - whistling especially. She was sweating, but she didn't care. She looked at the crowd, who all stood at their feet.

Ah, this was all so familiar. She remembered these reactions… remembered seeing Elsa looking at her with want. With confidence. And she remembered having to mirror her expression back with amusement and excitement because she realized… Elsa was the one. Elsa could save her.

Anna eyed her seat, hoping she would see a flash of blonde.

She was gone.

It had been a few days since then. Still, there were also no phone calls. Nothing from Elsa… but Anna still continued to hope like an idiot. That hope, though, was slowly dying out. And Anna was completely exhausted. She wanted to quit. She wanted everything to end, like how she wished every day.

So she did.

Hans raised his eyebrows, arms crossed as he eyed the letter of resignation on the table. He looked up from the letter to the bare woman standing before him. "What's the meaning of this?"

Anna stood her ground, and she would continue to stand her ground. She cleared her throat. "I quit."

"You quit?"

She clenched her fists together. "I quit. I have nothing to gain here."

"Nothing to gain…" Hans scoffed. "Well, I'm surprised you lasted this long. Especially when Elsa's not here anymore."

Anna clicked her tongue. She was going to remain composed. "I… paid my debt and a little more. I don't need to be here anymore."

Hans shrugged. "Oh, sure. A promise is a promise, after all. What do you think you'll do after this?"

She didn't need to say it, did she? "It's… private." Of course, all she could think of right now was her sister.

Hans hummed, though Anna wasn't sure why Hans would find this so amusing. "Well, alright. Fine, you are free to go."

Anna blinked. Was it really this easy? "I-I can go?"

"Of course. What kind of man would I be to hold onto you?"

Anna wasn't sure. She gulped. This is my opportunity… "Then I'll -"

"Wait, hold on just a second…" He pulled out his phone from his pocket. "Before you go… aha, give this a listen."

Anna raised an eyebrow. She didn't have time for this. Mostly, she just didn't want to stay longer than she had to. What the hell is he up to…?

"No, we are not doing this -"

"We had it all, Elsa - "

"We are SISTERS."

"Please… I was… I was yours. Are you taking that away from me…? From us -"

Click. Silence. This… what the fuck is this? Anna couldn't believe it. Her heart stopped, her skin forming cold sweat. She was completely in shock, unable to move… unable to speak. Her stomach churned with fear and anger, unable to even take her eyes off the smug expression on that bastard's face. He was laughing now. Anna was completely humiliated from head to toe.

"What… what the hell is t-that?" she stuttered.

He smirked. "Now, Anna, care to explain who those two beautiful ladies were?" He got up from his seat, tilting his head. "Well, one of them was Elsa, of course… but who's the other person?"

Tears were resting on her pupil in fear. "W-Where… where the fuck did you get that recording…?"

He winced. "Ooh… language. Is that any way of talking to your boss?" Hans walked around the woman, a hand grasping on her waist. Disgusting… so fucking disgusting. But Anna didn't have the strength push him away. "I feel you shaking… do you have something to hide, Anna?"

She growled, immediately turning to try and grab the phone. "Give me the fucking phone!" Hans quickly backed away.

"Wow, no wonder, Kristoff calls you feisty." He put his phone back in his pocket. Anna still didn't understand. What was he doing? Was he just playing right now as he always would? Anna didn't like this at all.

"What… do you want, Hans?"

"Ah, what do I want, hm…" He tapped his foot on the floor, his eyes searching up and down Anna's body. "Well… I can't deny how beautiful you are. You…" He sighed, reaching to run his fingers through her hair… and slowly, he came in, his nose taking in all her scent. Anna held her breath, and all she could feel was the wetness on her cheeks… the fear that screamed in her mind. She needed to get out, but there was just no way. Elsa… save me… "Ooh… you really are one of my best money makers. Some of my clients would love a woman like you. They'll pay thousands just to spend a night with you, baby."

"Please… what the fuck do you want...?"

He shrugged again. "I'm a businessman. All I want is money and pleasure. You, of course, have given me both. Indeed, I will allow you to leave. I don't mind it at all. But..." He played the recording again. Gods, Anna wished she could just cover her ears. "How do you think this will affect you and Elsa, hm? Especially Elsa."

Her eyes widened. "What are you doing…? What are you going to do to Elsa…?"

Hans laughed. "Oh, I won't be doing anything as long as you do as I say, of course. Elsa… well, she's a special one, isn't she? You would know. Her family… oh, I wonder what would happen, if they found out, right? What would happen if her father - well, your father finds out?"

Anna shook her head. No… no, this would ruin her. I can't… "Please… please, I-I'll do anything, just don't… don't tell this to anyone."

Hans raised an eyebrow. "Oh? But you see, sister, Elsa abandoned me. Just like how she did with you after finding out who you two are to each other. Can't you see, loving her would just kill us both, you know? We're not so different, aren't we?" What a joke…

"You just want revenge -"

"Ooh nooo… this isn't about revenge. It's about… well, I guess I should say… how cold of a bitch she is." His eyes… oh, they were so wild. And before Anna knew it, Hans had grabbed her close to him, lips to her ear. "Listen to me when I tell you, I can ruin her reputation - her career by just one click of a button. Imagine what that could do to her. I can, and it's just the absolute worst!" Hans ran his finger down Anna's lips, grasping her chin gently. "You don't want that, do you, Anna?"

Swallow your pride. Swallow it all for Elsa. She gulped, frightened eyes meeting his. "Don't… don't ruin her, please… I'll do anything." So this is why nobody gets out of here… nobody.

With a chuckle, Hans pulled away. "Now, that's a good girl."

She completely numbed… controlled… and she watched as Hans made his way back to his desk and take out a folder. That smile on his face… oh, she wished she could just erase it. She wished she could just erase everything. And perhaps, she wished her relationship with Elsa never happened.

Tears dripped down from her cheeks, but she just couldn't feel it anymore. All this time, she thought she had hope. That Elsa's love had given her hope. But no… hope never existed. It was just all an image.

"Now, instead of working on Thursday as an escort… I want you taking care of my clients from Monday to Thursday. Friday, you will be here. And those clients… oh, you'll love them. I know you will. Do you understand?"

Anna didn't hesitate with her soft voice, her… cold, blanked eyes gazing at nothing but space. "Yes… I understand…"

"Now, what did I say if you refuse?"

Anna didn't look at him. "You will ruin Elsa's reputation."

"And we don't want that, do we? And if you speak about this matter to anyone… know what will happen. Got it?"

"Yes." Please, somebody… help me.

"Good. Now… get back out there, beautiful."

a/n: whoops hans is an asshole