-15-

"Where is she, where'd she go!?" Anna was in such deep shit, it wasn't even funny. She pressed her back to the wall, holding her hands over her mouth as she saw a figure pass by the door to the closet she sat in. It was a janitor's closet, and it smelled horrible, but she could deal with bad smells if it meant she wasn't going to be shot and killed. She had woken up in some random room, which had nothing in it except a crappy wooden floor, which she got a splinter from while getting up, and a window so high she couldn't reach it. Outside the room she had heard the sounds of machinery. She got out using the only possible excuse she could think of, "Can I go to the bathroom?" And then she ran like hell. She almost got shot, and how here she was.

She released her breath when she saw the dark shapes disappear from view, and the shouting stopped. She hesitated, closing her eyes and tried to assess the situation. She obviously had to get out of here. That was pointlessly obvious. From what she had seen this place had windows so high she wouldn't be able to crawl from them and there were a lot of people. "Check dat closet," a thug sounding voice barked, and Anna's eyes shot wide. She squeezed her eyes shut, snuggled back into the safety of the darkness and equipment.

Just as the shadow appeared, she heard a voice, "What is the meaning of this." A sharp voice demanded. "You let her escape, she's a little girl, she shouldn't be too hard to keep control of," Margaret. Her voice was shrill and annoyed.

"Welcome, m'aam! Sorry m'aam it's jus-"

"That you're an incompetent male." Margaret tssked. "I take it you haven't found her."

"No Maam."

"My daughter, she hasn't showed up has she yet? I'd like to clean this up right now…although I'm finding her incredibly entertaining, delicious almost…" The tone was disgustingly loving. "To think a spawn of rape and…him could be so incredibly perfect…"

"Umm, m'aam?"

Anna wondered what Marg had planned for Elsa, and shuddered at the idea…at the way the woman was speaking of her. She…felt guilty, and beyond worried. If her sister came she had no doubt that her twisted, fucked up excuse of a mother would kill her. Why Anna was alive, she didn't know. Seemed to her that it was because her mom wanted to play with her some more. What was wrong with their family? She swallowed nervously and shifted. The talking cut off abruptly as Margaret shushed, "…I've been here for about three minutes…and I've already found her you scum. You're useless." The door opened quickly, slammed into the wall. "Little girl, don't fight, it's useless." Anna wished she hadn't moved. The woman had heard her? She stared at the woman who looked so disgustingly like Elsa.

The white-blond hair and pale skin…she clenched her fists tightly…she was a perversity, a disgusting version of Elsa's pure was nothing that she could do, was there? No weapon…not on her anyways, there certainly was a weapon in the woman's hand. Shining a dull black, gleaming dangerously, finger at the trigger. "Alright." Anna uttered softly, her soft blue eyes on the floor. "Kill me then." She raised her hands.

"I have no desire to kill you. I never was going to. I got…a bit excited, is all," she smiled devilishly, "my apologies. I love Anora to much to break her like that." Anna twisted her fingers into her palm.

"The second she finds out what you're fucking do-"

"Dear, she already knows." Margaret sighed, pushed her golden locks from her face, her blue eyes glimmering. "You see dear," Anna wanted to snarl at her to stop using that word, dear, "your mother…" at this Anna relaxed and narrowed her eyes. If this woman touched her mom…! "She's been a very naughty girl. She'll be thoroughly punished and broken in do time. By me, specifically. Your mom is very weak-willed, all she wants is someone to love her, and to protect her. She doesn't give a shit about you and your filthiness. She doesn't love you. Why she kept you, you filthy spawn of rape, I don't know. I'll be the one who protects her though. I'll be the one that loves her. Of course, you will also be present…." She tossed her shoulders. "I get…repulsed, looking at you." She smirked widely, "You know you look just like him."

Anna flinched, both at her words and at the mention of that nasty man. She squeezed her fists into balls and wondered if perhaps that was true…her mother had left her to get….raped and who knows what by her father and….the threat of tears burned at her eyes, slightly fogging her vision. Then Margaret's phone went off, and she raised a finger as if to say one minute. When Anna moved to escape, she tssked, and held up the gun again. She looked beyond annoyed. "Yes Lauren? Yes I did find her, quite easily…and you found Elsa? Very good, bring her here. She's not struggling either…that's good to hear. Have you told her my terms? Good that'll make this more exciting. See you soon then." Her phone snapped shut, and she recoiled and pushed away when the woman touched her.

"Don't fucking touch me," She snapped, and Margaret scowled. Strong hands gripped her shoulders and she was hoisted backwards, slammed against the wall. She cried out at the pain of having her face pressed so hard to the wall, pushed her hands to the wall, stared with hatred from the corner of her eyes. She hated her, almost as much as that sick sick piece of shit…Margaret whistled idly, seeming bored. "Why?"

"I've answered already," Marg sighed, annoyed again. "I want his things. And lately…because I find Elsa exhilirating…so much like me…."

"You egotistical fucking maniac," The men slammed her down when she struggled. She shuddered when the woman pressed close, trailed her fingers through her hair.

"I am egotistical I will admit," she sneered, then a deep sense of dread weighed down Anna's stomach as the woman licked her lips, before she leaned back against the wall. "In all honestly I don't know why I am. I have many small motives, but I don't have this one big one, do you know what I mean?" Anna spit at her, and refused to answer. Margaret tssked, shook her head, rolled her eyes. "Anna dear, we're going to become so close soon," she chirped softly, "You best start getting attached to me now."

"My mother won't fucking accept you after this," Anna shrieked, face hot, "you won't be my other mother, I hate you so much! You're so fucking sick, you'd kill your own daughter! You're…you're a monster." She panted, and tears pricked at her eyes. It was all too much. She couldn't handle any more of this. She couldn't handle Elsa, she couldn't handle Margaret, or their father, or her horribly depressed and lonely mother…she …she just wanted her normal life again. No dad. Just her and mom, and her terribly nice boyfriend Hans who she dated for so long…she sobbed hysterically. She closed her eyes shut tighter. Please, just make everything go away. Make it end. I don't want Elsa or Margaret or Charlie or anyone, I just want to go back to normal!

As she spoke, she heard a voice demanding answers….a familiar voice and panic shot through her. Elsa. Elsa! She squeezed her eye shut. This was all her fault. Elsa was going to die because of her! Her sister was being led by a familiar woman, who she recognized as the girl who first intimidated her into following Margaret. She held a magnum in her hand, which looked solid and heavy and very very scary. Anna was seeing too many handguns lately. Elsa wasn't resisting at all, and her face was extremely dark with rage and frustration. "My darling, how nice of you to show up."

"Margaret, stop playing games," Elsa said solidly, her jaw set and determined, her eyes stormy. Margaret's thin lips slid into a massive smirk.

"You didn't appreciate my surveillance? The amount of pictures and videos I have of you fucking yourself like the slut you ar-"

"I said enough!" Elsa snapped, furrowing her brows. "You can hurt me. Hurt me all you want. But the second you touch Anna is when the games end. You will let her go now or so help me-" Margaret made a motion, and Anna was released. She breathed heavily, the scent of the man's sweat and filth from working most likely, faded slightly. "Anna, I'm sorry, I'm beyond sorry..." Anna just smiled weakly, and Margaret raised the pistol to her head.

"Eh eh eh, we're not done here yet. There's still the main business we have to discuss." Elsa clenched her fists, her teeth ground together. Marg's very bright, cold eyes narrowed. "It's simple. You give me everything. Every penny that is his, every single fucking thing he owns…and you live. And Anna lives. And if you don't, well," She waggled her brows and pressed the pistol to Anna's head. "I'll kill her…" then she sneered, and her expression was dark, "or worse…maybe I'll do to her what you do so-"

"Don't you fucking touch her," Elsa shrieked, and she was restrained immediately by the woman. She jerked away, to the floor. "You're sick! You're disgusting!"

"Says the girl who rapes her sister daily!" Margaret snapped back, tone high.

"It's not rape!" Elsa whispered, "It's…I love her."

"You took advantage of her-"

"She didn't rape me. She never lifted a finger to hurt me. She loves me and I love her! We had sex on accident…we never meant to…we didn't know…I don't have to explain us." Anna swallowed. "Margaret just… please don't do this."

"You can have it all, just please….please…don't hurt Anna, please!? Or…" Elsa's shoulders drooped, and her eyes were on the floor. "And please don't hurt…me."

The woman smirked, and crossed her arms, the gun tight in her hand, aimed at the ginger. The more Anna stared at it, the less afraid of it she was. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping this would all just…end soon. "I don't plan on ending your life if you plan to make it that simple. I have a deal for you, it's quite easy to understand." Her hawk blue eyes were practically neon as she gazed at Elsa, her cheeks red. "You of course, give me everything. Every single thing you have. Every penny, every object-"

"You'll take everything from he=" Anna started.

"Shut up skank," Marg hissed, and the finger on the trigger tightened. Anna froze. And didn't speak a word. The woman laughed, smiled shakily. "You…from this day on you belong to me. You…you'll probably want to live your life. Go places and buy things, well you can…but you need my permission for everything. You want money for a trip, you ask me. You want anything, you ask me first! And while it happens you are to be the perfect daughter." Her eyes fogged over slightly, then refocused. "I have big dreams for us. I believe we can accomplish much together. You're incredibly beautiful…you remind me so much of myself…so determined and you…killed that man who hurt me. Hurt us."

Anna wanted to sneer, yell about how the woman was a piece of shit and had just talked about murdering Elsa! What was wrong with her…she was an egotistical freak…Anna…hated her. She couldn't live within a five foot proximity of this woman. "Elsa," she started, and the trigger finger pushed and Anna went silent. Elsa's cool blue eyes were on Margaret's.

"…Deal. Without a doubt, deal. But I have a few parts I want to add in. You cannot attempt to separate Anna and I or force us into other relationships." A nod. "You will keep Anna safe. I don't care about me…but…stay away from Anna. Leave her be. And I'd like to be allowed to go on a vacation, maybe a five day one…once a month. No you, just us. And if we run away…or try to, you can punish me however you please." The woman licked her lips and smirked. Anna shivered violently. Did fucked up run in the family, because this woman was eyeing her sister and lover like she was a fucking hunk of meat. Did Elsa not realize she was practically selling herself into slavery-but then she realized, once again when she noticed the pistol, that they didn't really have a choice. Either way, whether Elsa refused or accepted the deal, Margaret would get it all.

"I like that deal. How can I refuse?"

Elsa smiled.

Anna stared at the woman, and she hated her.

FROZEN

Her mother acted like nothing happened. The first thing she had done, when they arrived home after that horrible event was kiss her and apologize while crying. What kind of woman was her mother? Who was she? Where was the woman who argued with mothers, threatened to destroy them if they "hurt her baby girl." Elsa acted like Margaret was remotely human, acted like she was her mother. Hugged her. Kissed that disgusting and foul mouth. It was…her father all over again and it…it…it infuriated Anna. She felt so helpless. She felt so alone. Elsa was no longer home with her. She was always with Margaret, and they often toasted at dinner to a successful day in court. Even though she acted happy, secure, she saw the despair in Elsa's eyes when they looked at each other- Elsa was as alone as she was. Days before she had watched in agony as Elsa's, their home was sold. To a friend of Margaret. They defiled it with their presence. The home Anna and Elsa had worked on for-It drove her insane. She had to return home and everything was just so…fake. Elsa and Aurora once again had no will.

Days bled into weeks, and not once in that time did they make love-hell, they didn't even kiss. It was agonizing. Then finally, a break in the horrid routine of school, solitude, and sleep came. "Want to go to a private island. Just us." Elsa stared at her with happy, wide eyes. Anna stared at her with her own teal blue orbs, and checked her out. She was back to herself momentarily it seemed. Her shorts and tanktop…her desire-filled eyes. Anna answered her with a kiss. Her weariness and anger drained away, moreso when hands slip behind Anna and onto her back, press her closer. The girl's tongue tastes sweet, her mouth so warm…Elsa shudders against her needily, and presses her back. Her back hits the wall and Anna moves quickly to shed her clothes.

Elsa pauses only to gaze into her eyes. "We should wait. Until she doesn't have a private eye on us."

Anna flushes bright red, flustered at the thought of them being watched. Then a spark of rebellion burst into life and she continued the kiss. "Let them watch," she panted, and opened her mouth. Her skin was cold to the touch, yet it made the younger girl's skin burn. Her beloved sister, Winter Girl, kissed down her neck and onto her breasts, dipped an eager hand between her thighs.

"We never talked," a voice said sharply. And the pair froze. Anna's cheeks burned.

"Mother," she exclaimed. Then coughed. "Mom," she repeated, voice deadpan.

Aurora dipped her head, and at that moment Anna detested her. She hated everyone lately. Everyone but Elsa. The woman dared to stand there with her hair done up like a noblewoman's, a stunning ballroom dress on, phone and purse in hand. "Let's talk before you leave Elsa." Then she smiled thinly, blew a kiss at Anna, and was gone. Reality hit her as it always did. She pushed Elsa away. Shook her head.

"I can't live like this anymore." Elsa stared at her.

"What are you talking about." She stared at her sister. At her pale face, and tresses of beautiful gold. Tears bit at her eyes.

"Take me away. I can't stand it here Elsa, I hate it, I hate my mother, I hate your mom-"

"Mums isn't as horrible as she seems…and your mother….she's just-" Anna stared. Elsa went silent. The younger girl couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had just….Mums isn't as horrible as she seemed. Was she forgetting the fact that "mums" had fucking abandoned her, left her to be raped and defiled by her own fucking father!? Her body worked before she did, and the blonde's face flew to the side, her cheek red from Anna's slap. The older girl stared at the floor. Anna offered no apologies. "I simply…I'm trying to make the best of it, alright!? If I don't believe that…" The auburn-haired teen exhaled heavily as tears trickled from ice blue orbs. "I won't be able to make it through the days. I have to pretend...your mother has to pretend it's okay...to keep you safe."

"I am an adult!" She shouted, "I don't need protecting!"

"Then leave Anna! Either way, I won't risk your safety. I won't break my deal with her. I'll behave because it means she's not paying attention to you."

"You deserve better Elsa! Can't you see that!? Who fucking cares about me!? The way she looks at you, it's like him!" Elsa flinched, and her hands trembled as she raised them to her face. She shook her head then swallowed. "Don't you know what will happen...one day...what if she..."

"I know," Elsa whispered, and kissed her mouth hard. "But if it keeps you safe." Self-hatred and anger welled up in Anna and she slammed her fist into the wall with exhaustion. She was eighteen! She didn't need Elsa babying her! She had just said she was willing to go through it all again for Anna! Why?! She didn't want that, she wanted them to be alone with each other in their home again! Then there was the whole risk and threat of Margaret's that she'd take them out, even after death. It was driving her insane! This helplessness! She wanted to kill Margaret more than anything, but it would not be okay this time, there was no self defense. Why...The tears stung her eyes as they fell. Elsa held her face, kissed her gently and slowly. "Pack up...you and I...we've got the weekend."Anna closed her eyes…and wished everything would go away...but the only thing that went away was Elsa. The only thing she wanted to stay.

Anna was wasting her time with wishful thinking.

-Fin?- ;) Review as always, tell me what your thoughts are.