"What kind of a fool do you take me for? I may be in prison, but that doesn't make me dumb."

"I'm sorry, when exactly did I accuse you of being stupid here?" Anna was scrunching up her face, desperately trying to eliminate the nutraloaf from that afternoon's lunch from her digestive system, but alas, it was the one dish served at Frozen Heart that wasn't a source of too much fiber.

"You seriously want to sell me a nonsense story of Elsa getting her ass busted? Bitch, please. Elsa's never been so much as arrested, much less sent to the hoosegow."

"Gee, amazingly, I might be a somewhat better authority on such matters than you are." She had continued to become more and more accustomed to not refer to Elsa as "her sister," but when arguing with Rapunzel, it was occasionally hard not to bring that up. "What makes you so certain that couldn't happen anyway?"

"Because, Anna, I happen to known for two things around here. One is my natural charm, the other is that I'm a dependable source of gossip. And I've never once heard anything about 'Elsa the Wicked Warden' having a criminal record. Hell, I haven't even heard the girls make jokes about it."

Rapunzel took a break from her speech to squirt some of the toothpaste-like substance onto her finger and brushing it around her mouth. Given that the sink was attached to the toilet, she was literally standing right next to Anna as she attempted to take a dump before she turned in for the night, but no matter how much she strained, she wasn't having any luck with her unexpected case of constipation.

"I don't suppose you have any ex-lax among those things that pass for toiletries for you?"

"Afraid not, honey. And even if I did, I wouldn't share them with a liar like you." She spat in the sink, missing Anna's striped hat by inches.

"I'm not lying! Why did I ever think I could share this with you anyway?" She had waited an entire day before telling Rapunzel about her visit with Dr. Felix, in part because she wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to deal with her cellie asking her endless questions about it.

"Okay, let me ask you this. How did Dr. Felix react when you told him?"

"Well...come to think of it, he seemed rather surprised. But he was a rather, shall we say, simple sort of character. I'm not sure if he even knows he's working in a maximum security prison with the way he talks about his 'clients' here."

"So you seriously think he wouldn't know if his boss had been to jail in the past? Like you don't think that might be something the staff would talk about having a certain sort of dramatic irony, given that she's in charge of a prison now?"

"I'm sorry, what are you saying?" She gave up on trying to poop and pulled her pants up, dragging her ball to her bed and placing her single blanket over herself.

"What I'm saying is that if your story were true, Felix would've heard about it. Which means that well-informed inmates such as myself would've too."

"Why would I make this up?" She was trying to keep her voice as low as she could given the hour, but it was growing increasingly difficult to do that given how infuriating Rapunzel was being.

"You haven't even told me who you killed or why, Anna. Your relationship with the warden is, to word it delicately, complicated. You're a girl full of secrets. It makes sense that you'd tell your therapist something ridiculous on your first visit just to avoid talking about them."

And with that, Rapunzel took her hat off and placed it over her eyes, laying down on her cot and snoring soon afterwards.

"Lucky bitch." Every night, Anna found herself growing more jealous over how quickly her "master" was able to pass out.

She closed her eyes, attempting to get to sleep quickly before too many troublesome thoughts began vying for her undivided attention. Was Elsa's arrest a secret from everyone here, including her own employees? And if it were, how on earth was she keeping it? It wasn't like Elsa was even bothering to keep her snow powers hidden, so why would her getting incarcerated be any different?

She could, of course, see what Rapunzel meant about the story being somewhat ironic, but Elsa had never had another scrape with the law after her release, and returned to being the perfect model citizen she always had been. She had also refused to talk with Anna about what had happened, and the more Anna pressed her for anything from an explanation to an apology, the further the two of them grew apart.

She figured that Elsa must've blamed her for going to the slammer that night, but it wasn't like Anna had forced her to show up at the very last minute to steal what she had already stolen herself. And besides, she had offered to let her in on the score before she had committed the crime. No matter how many times she went over the story in her head, the only conclusion that ever made sense was that Elsa was the one responsible for her fate.

"Selfish bitch," she muttered as she turned her head to face the wall. "Couldn't handle me being good at anything she wasn't. Chickened out of the actual robbery but wanted the rewards for herself. Bitch got what she deserved that night. That's what I say."

She eventually drifted off into an uneasy dreamland, finding herself locked up in a padded room with Giselle as she made ominous predictions about her future while Dr. Felix took notes. Giselle was forecasting the death of everyone in the prison as she juggled gold watches, and then Anna heard a deafening whisper come out of nowhere.

"Anna...Anna...bitch, you awake?"

Anna snorted, blinking a couple of times to find Rapunzel's face staring down at her.

"Goldie...what the hell? What time is it?"

"The middle of the night, I think? I don't know. Even I lose track of time here."

Anna rubbed her eyes, extremely groggy from having been woken up at such an ungodly hour.

"What is it you wanted that couldn't wait until morning?"

"I...um...made you something." She handed Anna her tin cup, which was filled with some unidentifiable brown liquid.

"You pissed in this, didn't you?"

"It's tea, Anna. I made it in the sink. It's supposed to help you go to sleep. Sorry about the temperature, but best I can do with what I have at my disposal?"

Anna stared down into the cup.

"Kind of silly to wake a girl up to give her a sleep aid, isn't it?"

"Oh, just drink it. You'll like it. It has some sweet herbs in it or something. I dunno. It's all I could get from the commissary."

From the little amount of time light that was able to sneak into the cell through the barred door, Anna was able to see Rapunzel's face for the first time since her unwanted wake-up call. She looked shaken and troubled, a striking contrast to her usual smug grin and overly condescending expressions. She was trying to hide it with a smile, but her hand was trembling heavily, badly enough for some of the tea to spill out of the cup she had apparently made for herself.

"I'm sorry for earlier, for what it's worth." She blew on the cup even though its contents were almost certainly lukewarm at best. "Sometimes I can be a bit of an ass. I shouldn't have...I shouldn't have said you made that story about Elsa up."

She took a quick sip, pouring some of it on her shirt collar in the process.

"That must've sucked, having her steal your watch like that. Me and my husband were a team when we did our robberies. Always split the score fairly..."

Her lip shook and she stopped talking.

"Rapunzel...is something wrong?"

Rapunzel took another sip.

"I got a letter. I...I didn't read it when it arrived this afternoon. I get so few of them, you see. Sometimes I...save them for later. Make them last longer, you know?"

She sat herself down and pulled it out from under her mattress.

"I...I woke up and decided it would be fun to read it when everyone was asleep." She held up a small flashlight not unlike those found in supermarket check-out lines. "They don't always search our hats here." She turned it on and shone it down on the letter in her hand, her tremor worsening as her eyes darted over its words.

"It's from the men's prison. I...I thought it was a letter from my Flynn, my Eugene." Despite her forced smile remaining plastered on her face, tears began flowing from her eyes. "But it's from a staff member. Flynn...Flynn got attacked by another inmate."

She dropped the letter and flashlight to the floor and began sobbing softly into her palms.

"I...I don't know how it could've happened. My husband isn't a fighter. He wouldn't hurt anyone. Even when we robbed those stores and banks, our guns weren't even loaded half the time."

She let out a horrible gurgle as she tried to stop herself from crying.

"He's in the infirmary. It...it say it's not life threatening and that he's fine, but...but..."

Anna wasn't sure what to do. She was completely taken aback seeing Rapunzel this vulnerable. In the past, Anna would've given her a hug without so much as a second thought, but prison was a culture she didn't know the full playbook on yet.

Still, she figured dragging herself over to her cellie and patting her on the back had to be considered acceptable.

"What does it say happened to him?"

Rapunzel's entire body was vibrating now. She seemed to be making every effort she could not to wake anyone else in the cell block.

"Another prisoner used their ball and chain to crush his right foot. It...it's shattered, they say. He...he may...he may never walk again."

She collapsed onto her bed, smothering her cries into her pillow and smacking her fist down on the mattress.

"Shhhh! You're going to bring a guard here." Anna found herself stroking Rapunzel's hair gently, her maternal instincts (if she had any) seeming to kick in. "You don't want to go to the hole, do you?"

She wasn't only thinking of Rapunzel's own well-being, as she hardly wanted to be caught herself right now.

"It's not right! He's a good man! Why...why would someone do this to him?"

Her sobs became only louder by the moment. It was clear that nothing would calm her down.

"Does the letter say who did it?"

Rapunzel sniffled.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Does the letter name the inmate who struck him?"

"That's...that's the part that makes no sense. I...I used to be housed with his wife. The cook Crazy Frog...the same one you were afraid was trying to poison you. It was her husband who assaulted my Eugene."