Officer Calhoun wasn't sure if she actually wanted to take the time to disturb the warden. As someone who had only been working at Frozen Heart for a few months, she really didn't know much about her boss. She was aware that the inmates hated her, and that Officer Olaf worshipped the very ground that she walked on. But beyond that, Elsa was more or less something of a mystery to her.

Oh, she knew the things that everyone knew about her, including her ice powers. She also knew the story of "Blondie," but like everyone else in the detention center, be they prisoner or guard, she didn't really know who exactly "Blondie" was. What was her crime? What method of escape was she foolish enough to attempt? What made Elsa decide that she had to die?

Everyone had their own answers to these questions, of course, but as far as Calhoun was concerned, none of them meant anything. All that mattered was that "Blondie" was now a permanent reminder to the residents of Frozen Heart of what happened to those who dared to break the rules. And, so far at least, "Blondie" seemed to be serving her purpose. True, the prison had its fair share of riots (what correctional facility didn't?), but none of them had ever resulted in an inmate getting killed. As weird as it was, Frozen Heart, for the most part, was a pretty "safe" place to be...well, safe by maximum security prison standards anyway.

That was why Calhoun decided that she must try talking to the warden. Because if there was one thing that could put an end to everything Elsa had put together over the years, it was her own sister now being an inmate here.

She carefully knocked on the door of her office, hoping that she wouldn't wake her up from a nap or anything (everyone knew that Elsa valued her "beauty sleep.")

"Come in," she heard Elsa say. Her tone was impossible to read.

Calhoun marched inside, finding the warden behind a small desk, wearing reading glasses and going over some files. There was a slight chill that seemed to spread throughout the entire office, with the only heat coming from a steaming cup of coffee that was sitting in Elsa's gloved hands.

"Good morning, Calhoun," Elsa said politely. "You've never bothered to come to my office before. Have you come to wish me a happy birthday? Because if you have, you're four weeks too late for that."

This was an...odd way to begin a conversation. Was Elsa trying to be funny? Or was she really upset with Calhoun for not being aware of when her boss's birthday was?

There was a brief silence before she spoke.

"You're wearing your gloves I see, ma'am," she observed.

"Yes, I am," Elsa replied. "You can't blame a girl for not wanting a frozen cup of joe, can you? But I have a feeling you didn't come in here just to inquire about whether or not I was wearing my gloves."

Elsa's voice was frustratingly calm, making it hard for Calhoun to tell if she was annoyed with her or not.

"No, ma'am, I did not," she admitted.

"Well, then, let's not waste our time, shall we?" said Elsa, taking off her glasses and placing them next to a small desk lamp. "Why are you here?"

"Ma'am, I was doing roll call in cell block A113 this morning, and came across a new prisoner," she said, trying to choose her words as carefully as she could.

"That's hardly news, Calhoun," said Elsa, pulling a chocolate bar out from a drawer and opening it. "We get new inmates a lot here."

"I'm aware of that, ma'am," said Calhoun. "But this one had forgotten her number. I demanded her last name, and she told me it was Andersen."

Elsa didn't respond. She just placed the chocolate bar on a glass plate and began cutting it apart using a knife and fork.

"Ma'am, with all respect, I don't care about your personal problems," said Calhoun. "You wanna spend your free time at a fancy restaurant or sitting at home binge-watching a TV show while farting on the couch, that's not my concern. But did anything...happen between you and your sister to make you decide to put her in standard population?"

"And why shouldn't she be there?" asked Elsa, her tone still almost maddeningly civil. "Anna's crimes are horrendous, but she'll be in good company here. It's not like she's a school teacher who liked her students a little more than she should've or anything like that."

"Ma'am, with respect, you're about as popular as a bird at a worm convention here among the prisoners," said Calhoun. "What will happen if they find out she's...related to you?"

"And how would that happen?" said Elsa, placing some of the chocolate bar in her mouth with her fork. "I've already warned her not to spread that information to others here. However, since you asked her what her last name was, I'm sure her cellie has figured it out by now."

Calhoun paused before daring to continue.

"Ma'am, with respect, why not place her in segregation?"

"Oh, yes, the segregation cell block," said Elsa. "That would mean Anna would have to stay in her cell for 23 hours a day, only let out for the occasional shower or phone call. I assume I also don't need to remind you how crowded those cells already are?"

"Would it not be worth it to ensure the prisoner's safety?", Calhoun asked, although it was clear at this point that confronting Elsa on this issue had been a bad idea from the beginning.

Elsa swallowed her chocolate before she answered the question.

"Calhoun, I've been aware of my sister coming here for four weeks," she said, and her tone was now finally stern. "You would be, too, if you actually socialized with the guards here instead of always choosing to eat your lunch by yourself. My entire staff has been gossiping about this ever since my sister got convicted. And I'm sure I don't need to tell you that since Anna has a life sentence, she must serve her time in a maximum security prison. We are Arendelle's only maximum security prison for women, so sending her to another detention center isn't an option. So I housed Anna with the closest thing Frozen Heart has to a model prisoner. I told Officer Kristoff to keep an eye on her. I've placed her in what is statistically the safest cell block within the prison, even though, since Anna is a lifer, I had no real reason to do that. Is there anything else you wish to ask me about, regarding the 'prisoner's safety' as you put it?"

Calhoun was, naturally, dumbstruck. But she did her best to come up with a response.

"I'm sorry I wasted your time, ma'am," she said. "I will return to my duty."

"You go and do that," said Elsa, placing her glasses back on and returning to her paperwork. Calhoun turned to leave.

"Oh, and Calhoun?"

Calhoun looked back.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"If you ever address my sister by her last name in front of an inmate here ever again, I'll have your ass fired so quickly, they won't even let you be a guard at a dog pound. Am I clear?"

"Perfectly, ma'am."

"Good," went Elsa coldly. "You are dismissed."

Calhoun wasted no time getting out of the warden's office. Suddenly, she understood why all of the inmates here feared her.