Chapter 1

A cargo vessel flew through space. At its helm sat Elsa Frost, renowned Arendellian smuggler. "Hey, Kristoff!" Elsa called over her radio. "Got a massive load of Alolan ore for you!"

"Good," Kristoff replied. "That stuff is worth a fortune. Once I sell it, we'll split the profits fifty-fifty."

"Fifty-fifty? Come on, big guy!" Elsa argued. "Took me months to grab this ore! Sixty-forty, at least."

"Hey, I need money too. I'm trying to be fair to both of us."

"Alright," Elsa reluctantly agreed. "Fifty-fifty, but don't try swindling it to Weaseltown again. You know how much I hate that guy."

"Hey, I don't like him any more than you do."

Elsa's ship soon dropped out of warp over Decine, the arid desert world that Elsa called home. She took her ship into the atmosphere, landing at the complex where she and her partner Kristoff lived.

Kristoff smiled as Elsa entered. "Good to see you, Frost."

"Good to see you too, Kristo," Elsa replied. Elsa came from the planet Arendelle, a mountainous world with crystal-clear seas. Her people resembled humans, but all had blond hair and two hearts to pump blood.

"That Imperial patrol wasn't too much of an issue, was it?"

"Nah, the new cloak worked like a treat," Elsa explained. "Still kinda wish our sector was in Earth Federation territory. At least they pay better than those Imperial bastards."

"Preach. How much ore did you get?"

"About 30 kilos, give or take one I had to use to bribe some authorities on Korra II."

"Nice. That's worth about 10,000 credits. That means five grand each."

Elsa smiled. "Just seventy grand more and we'll be able to retire to that nice beach on Vena."

"Yeah, but knowing our luck, those Imperial bastards will arrest me for no reason." Kristoff remarked.

"What do you expect, the Empire to give you cookies?" Elsa sighed. She remembered the day that the Zetan Empire had conquered her homeworld. That had been the starting point of the recent galactic war which only ended a mere ten years prior.

"I don't know," Kristoff grumbled. "I just wish the Federation would get their heads out of their asses and do something."

"They're bureaucrats. Having a head in their ass is practically part of their job description."

"As long as Weselton doesn't butt in again, we should be good for now." Kristoff stated.

Elsa sighed and activated the loading robots at their site, commanding them to being unloading the ore from her ship's cargo hold.

While this was happening, a barefoot young girl with pointy ears, yellow eyes, and wearing a slave outfit poked her head out from around a corner. A spacecraft. This was her chance to get away from him. While Elsa and Kristoff were distracted, she slipped unnoticed into the cargo hold.

Once all the ore was unloaded, Elsa asked, "So, what job is next, big guy?" She was keen to get going.

"I don't actually have anything on the docket for you right now," Kristoff answered.

"Alright," Elsa accepted. "I'll head over and get a drink on Beck Station. Give me a call when you get something for me."

"Will do."

Elsa headed over to her ship and took off, patching in the coordinates for the station. Beck Station was in neutral territory, and one of her favourite drinking spots.

The girl in the cargo hold looked out the window to see Decine shrinking away. She did it. She was free.

Suddenly, a computerized voice said, "Warning: non-registered life form detected."

"What?" Elsa wondered. as she looked at her monitor. She shrugged. "Probably some dune beetles got into the cargo hold again."

Elsa went down to the cargo hold to find what was causing the alert.

The girl froze. She quickly hid inside an empty crate, praying that she wouldn't be found.

Elsa quickly got an exterminator staff and charged it, ready to zap what she assumed was insects.

The girl heard the unmistakable sound of the exterminator staff, and a very faint whimper of fear escaped her.

Elsa then heard the whimpering from a nearby crate. If she remembered correctly, dune beetles didn't whimper, did they? Elsa opened the crate to see the young girl inside. "What the hell?!"

The girl stared in wide-eyed terror.

"How did you get in here?" Elsa asked. "It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you."

She looked at the exterminator staff, still afraid.

Elsa turned off the staff. "See? My weapon is gone."

She was still visibly frightened. "J'enai fentari. Mentias kahmet nex jai."

Elsa facepalmed. Whoever this girl was, she didn't speak a lick of English. "Listen, whatever your name is, I can't understand you."

"A-A-Anna," the girl stuttered.

"That's your name, huh?" Elsa asked. "At least I can understand that. My name is Elsa."

Anna pointed out the window at the rapidly fading Decine.

Elsa then noticed a familiar symbol on the bead in Anna's strawberry-blonde hair. It was a strange symbol, similar to the letter W. "You're one of Weaseltown's girls," she assumed. "You escaped and got to my ship."

Anna nodded. Elsa looked the girl over, noticing the intricate black tattoos crisscrossing her body.

"Slave tattoos," Elsa stated. "Weaseltown puts them on his girls."

Anna shook her head. "Xarhas ro ja'tout."

"Those aren't the slave tattoos?" Elsa srumised. "Well, you must have been a pretty crap slave girl; Sausage Face only gives them to girls he likes."

Anna sighed, nodding. "J'enois malen."

Elsa thought for a moment. "Okay, so obviously, you hated being at the bottom, and you escaped."

Elsa then looked at Anna, checking her over. She didn't recognise the girl's species due to her pointy ears and yellow cat-like eyes.

Anna nodded. She turned her back to Elsa, showing several burn scars from being shocked with an exterminator staff.

"Oh, so that's why you were scared of my staff," Elsa realised. "Oh, sorry about that."

Anna looked at her. "K'un aratul?"

Elsa shook her head. "Look, you just stay here. I'll deal with you later, okay?"

Anna nodded. She climbed out of the crate and sat cross-legged on the floor.

Elsa walked back to the cockpit and turned on her radio. "Kristoff!"

"Elsa, I've got a problem," Kristoff replied. "Weselton's on the warpath. One of his girls escaped."

"Yeah," Elsa said flatly. "I think I just found her."

"Fuck, don't tell me. She stowed away on your ship, didn't she?"

"Bingo."

"I'm gonna tell him she's long gone. I won't mention you."

Elsa sighed. "That's sweet and all, but I've got an alien slave girl in my cargo hold who doesn't speak any English!"

"You'll figure something out. Doesn't your ship have some kind of translator thing built into it?"

"Yeah, but it's not picking up her language," Elsa informed him. "I don't know what species she is."

"Hang on. I'll ask Weselton." Kristoff left the screen. About thirty seconds later, he came back. "Apparently, even he doesn't know."

Elsa sighed. "Well, that's just prime."

"Try asking her. I'm sure she can at least tell you where she's from."

"She can barely even say her own name!" Elsa responded.

"You'll figure something out. You always do. Use that Arendellian wit."

"My people don't really have wit, Kristoff," Elsa remarked. She then saw in the corner of her eye that Anna was in the cockpit. "Oh Christ, she's here."

Kristoff sighed in exasperation. "Look, just figure it out. I have to go."

"No, wait!" Elsa cried, but Kristoff had already hung up.

Anna pointed to the screen curiously. "K'un?"

"What are you doing here?!" Elsa demanded. "I told you to stay in the cargo hold!"

Anna looked at her feet, a regretful expression on her face.

"J'enai fentari," she said apologetically.

Elsa groaned. "Just get back there... and don't touch anything!"

Anna did as she was told. She sat on the floor of the cargo hold and began to meditate. The tattoos on her body began to glow faintly.

Elsa sat at the monitor. It would be two hours before she reached Beck Station. She decided it would be best that she try and figure out what Anna actually was. "Computer, bring up a list of all known species with feline eyes, pointed ears, and tattoos."

"Searching," the computer replied. After several seconds, it said, "One result found meeting search parameters."

"Display," Elsa commanded.

A picture of a woman similar in appearance to Anna appeared on screen.

"Knydaxian," the computer reported. "Indigenous species of planet Thespis Prime."

"Why is their language not in the translator database?" Elsa wondered.

"Species believed to be extinct."

"Extinct?" Elsa inquired. "How?"

"Insufficient data. It is believed that Thespis Prime was ravaged for its natural resources."

"No doubt by the Empire," Elsa surmised.

"Most likely resource: iridium." An image of a glowing purple rock appeared onscreen.

"For their warp drives," Elsa said.

"Iridium valued at five thousand credits per kilogram."

"Pricey," Elsa commented.

"Some scholars claim that Knydaxians believed iridium to be sacred."

"No wonder they went extinct," Elsa stated. "They probably had to kill themselves."

Elsa stroked her chin. It seemed like there was much more to her little stowaway than met the eye.

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Author's note: This fic was made in collaboration with my friend Matt. He wrote most of the language that Anna will speak in this story. Expect this story to be quite long. See ya next time ^^

FYIl here's what Anna is saying in the story

"J'enai fentari. Mentias kahmet nex jai." = "I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me."

"Xarhas ro ja'tout." = "The tattoos are mine."

"J'enois malen." = "I was bad."

"K'un (aratul)?" = "Who (are you)?"