Author's note: I know it's been forever since an update, but I finally got around to working on this thing again. Some of you may have noticed that the title of the story has been changed now. Also, I'm still debating whether or not this may eventually have to be "upgraded" from a T to an M as far as the rating goes. We will see.

Everything became a blur for Anna after that. After spending what must've been ten minutes trying to imagine what words Elsa would say at her funeral (a service which she guessed would consist of her body being unceremoniously dumped into the prison's garbage shoot), she suddenly found herself back in her cell, completely unaware of how she got there. She felt a bit dizzy. Had she blacked out? Did she faint in the cafeteria? Was her "oatmeal" drugged? Had she even eaten any of it?

"Wha...what happened?" she asked, rubbing her head.

"You zoned out and began drooling like you were a zombie or something," Rapunzel told her, a hint of disappointment in her voice, as though Anna were a new toy of her's that broke as soon as she came out of the box. "You stayed like that for the rest of breakfast and didn't do anything besides blink until you got back here. Tell me, did you ever get diagnosed with like 'triple ADD'?"

Anna tried to come up with a good answer. None came to her.

She had never officially been "diagnosed" with any sort of disorder, but still always had a hard time focusing on anything for very long. It was one of the many reasons she didn't do very well in school as a kid. Not that her parents ever noticed or cared. So long as Elsa was getting A's in her classes (as she almost always was), they were all smiles.

Perhaps this was why she and her sister were now on opposite sides of the bars.

"I've been thinking," said Rapunzel, prominently reaching into the back of her pants in order to scratch her butt. "I may have to re-think how I sell you to the other prisoners. Maybe if I try and make you seem like a total crazy, my plan will still work."

Anna felt uneasy. Her cellie, who moments ago displayed nothing but frankly obnoxious confidence about how successful her plot was going to be, was already starting to express doubts.

She exhaled before speaking.

"What if your plan doesn't work?" she asked, with the cautious uncertainty in which a child asks a parent about whether or not there's actually a Santa Claus.

"Then I'll earn my respect around here a little differently," Rapunzel replied, her tone becoming unnervingly cheerful. "After all, I'm pretty sure a lot of the girls here would be willing to do me plenty of 'favors' for beating up the warden's sister."

Anna felt her heart sink with such force that she was certain it fell out of her chest and down into her belly.

"Could you maybe at least keep your voice down when you say something like that?" she whispered, her eyes darting to the barred door to make sure that no inmates were watching their conversation. "What if someone hears you?"

"Oh, please," said Rapunzel, taking her convict hat off, spitting into it, and then placing it back on her head. "The women here have plenty to keep them occupied in their cells without eavesdropping on the business of other convicts."

"Really?" went Anna, trying very hard not to dwell on what Rapunzel had just done to her headgear. "What could there possibly be to do to pass the time here?"

"Lots of things," said Rapunzul candidly, beginning to count on her fingers. "There's sleeping, peeing, pooping, counting the scratches you've made on the wall, counting the scratches on the ceiling, dragging the old ball and chain around the cell, sleeping again, peeing again, pooping again..."

"Is that all?" asked Anna, starting to wonder if prisoners ever literally died of boredom.

"Well, you can draw, if they let you," Rapunzel continued, nodding towards her own wall covered in doodles. "You can also write, if they let you. Sometimes we get books from the prison library, but most of them have pages missing, probably the result of inmates running out of toilet paper in their cells at a time when they very much needed it."

Anna flinched. Rapunzel was just a little too "blunt" about some things for her.

"And, of course, there are other ways in which two girls can pass the time behind bars," said Rapunzel, leaning in on Anna and seductively stroking her chin. "But you've made it very clear you aren't interested in those things."

For a split second, Anna was almost certain that Rapunzel was going to kiss her, but instead she just walked away from her and placed her hands through the slot of their door, where they were promptly put in cuffs by a bulky guard.

"See ya later, newbie," said Rapunzel, waving good-bye as best as she coud with restrained hands as she was escorted out of the cell. "I'm off to do my 'job' of delivering the mail, but I'm sure you'll find plenty to think about when I'm away."

And with that, she was gone, the ball chained to her leg loudly crunching against the concrete floor of the cell block until she was out of sight, leaving poor Anna with only her bed, Rapunzel's drawings, and the toilet to keep her company.

It was then when it started to sink in to her that her life was truly ruined.