Without Rapunzel and her idiotic plans being around to distract her, depression began to settle in on Anna like a snake closing in on its prey. Bars. Stripes. Chains. This was her life now. Regardless of how long she managed to survive, it ultimately didn't matter. Her eyes would never see over prison walls ever again.

What made her feel even worse was the fact that she deserved this. She knew she was exactly where she belonged.

Anna supposed that, in a way, she was lucky that Arendelle had no death penalty, or else she might be looking forward to doing a little dance for her sister at the end of a rope. But at the moment, she wasn't sure if she even cared. In Arendelle, all prison sentences were final once they were handed out by a judge. There was no hope of Anna ever getting an appeal or getting released on probation.

How had her life taken so many wrong turns?

She was diverted from her dwelling on her misery when she suddenly noticed a most unpleasant stench that reminded her of rotten onions and/or roadkill. She darted her eyes around the cell looking for the source of the odor, thinking that a rat or something might've died on the floor, only to realize to her horror that the stink was coming from her armpits.

"Augh!" the jailbird gagged. She had a hunch that Elsa didn't allow for the prisoners to have acesss to things like deodorant, which probably meant that she would have no choice but to adjust to the horrible smell...of herself.

Oh, how she would miss the fancy shampoos she was used to before her arrest. The ones that had adorable names like "Smiling Spring Kitten" and "Gentle Spring Breeze." How she longed right now for the sensation of her naked body stepping into a perfectly warmed bath filled with just the right amount of bubbles, her beloved rubber duckie seated in a soap dish on the tub's railing to quack 'Hello' to her if she ever got lonely.

Her poor, poor rubber duckie. She would never see him again. Or her bathtub. Or her deodorant stick.

Then again, in defense of her pits, Anna noticed that nothing around her smelled particularly appealing. As far as she could tell, the entire cellblock was filled with the fragrance of sweat and unmentionable bodily fluids (which she took as a sign that the residents of Frozen Heart probably weren't allowed to shower very often). The cell itself wasn't any better, with a terribly distinctive fragrance coming from the toilet.

Oh, yeah. The toilet...

Since she was currently as "alone" as she could ever hope to be in her new home, she decided that she could no longer ignore nature's call, especially since she had been needing to void her bowels for at least half an hour. Reluctantly, she got up from her bed, taking a quick look out her barred door to see if anyone else was "in the neighborhood," but it appeared that at least most of the other prisoners were out of their cells at the moment.

"Okay, Anna, you can do this," she muttered to herself as she dragged her ball over to the toilet.

Somehow it looked even worse to her up close.

She pulled her pants down and slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly lowered her rear end onto the non-existent toilet seat...and let out a loud yelp almost immediately upon doing so. It felt even colder than she expected it to! Why couldn't it have been made out of porcelin like the one she had when she was in jail?

She sighed morbidly and got to her business. For reasons she would probably never be able to figure out, Anna had always found she was at her most contemplative when using the bathroom, so she allowed for her mind to again go back to her childhood (if not only because she didn't want to think about how humiliated she felt right now). In addition to "jailbreak," she and her sister had played a number of games involving prison when they were kids, including "convict labor," which was a particular favorite of Elsa's.

They would usually do it in the afternoon when their parents were too busy to pay any attention to them, in an area of the backyard where the fence was tall enough to ensure that their neighbors couldn't see them. Anna didn't possess any prison clothing, obviously, but she did have a pair of striped pajamas which her sister said made her look the part. With a snap of her fingers, Elsa would make a large pile of snow appear, and Anna would take an old shovel from the garden shed and dig it up, imagining herself doing it on a public highway for all the world to see.

That was the whole game. Elsa would make the snow, and Anna would dig it up. Since her sister was "in charge" of her, she wasn't allowed to wear shoes ("Prisoners have no real need for them," she would always say), but Anna didn't mind it very much, although she couldn't explain why. Perhaps it was because the game seemed to make Elsa happy, even though all she would do during it was watch Anna work with her arms folded, a smug smile on her face.

Looking back, it all didn't seem especially enjoyable to her...but maybe that was because she was now reliving it in the worst way possible.

"So, you're the lifer, huh?"

Anna was so startled she thought was going to jump out of her own skin.

Instead she just let out a small fart.

She took a second to collect herself and study the inmate who seemed to have magically appeared out of nowhere on the other side of her cell door. She appeared to be less chubby than most of the convicts she had seen so far, with a short pixie cut that looked like Rapunzel's, except that it was dyed purple. She was clearly young, was chewing something that Anna assumed to be gum, and had an expression on her face which reminded Anna of girls she had met in high school who seemed to want the entire world to know that they didn't give a crap.

It was then when Anna remembered what she was in the process of doing, and suddenly became extremely self-conscious about herself, from the fact that she was exposed, to the little "splashing sounds" she was making in the toilet bowl.

"Um..greetings," she said, quickly trying to cover her necessaries from view. "Can I...um...help you with something?"

The inmate just blew a bubble with her gum. It quickly burst with a strangely threatening bang.

"I heard Goldie boasting about you in the mess hall," she said, in a voice quite confident for a girl with a ball and chain attached to her leg. "Was she being straight about you being a lifer, or was she just trying to get some attention?"

"Unfortunately, she was being accurate," said Anna softly, looking down at her feet which seemed to get more filthy every time she took a glance at them.

"Huh," said the prisoner, taking the gum out of her mouth and placing it behind her ear (gross!). "Well, Bloody Mary will certainly be interested in meeting you. She has a...thing for lifers."

Bloody Mary?!

Anna hated to think how she had earned that nickname.

"Oh, I doubt she'll want to meet me," picking up the roll of toilet paper from the floor and nervously playing with it. "I mean, I'm terribly boring and I talk all the time, so she probably..."

"Listen, dumbass!" the inmate abruptly shouted, lightly pounding her fist on the bars of the door. "You think you're uneasy now? You haven't even met any of the real criminals here yet. You think you'll last here? You think you can handle the girls? Well, let me educate you right now on something: no matter what Goldie's told you, you have already made it very clear to everyone here that you're an idiot. And no idiot has a good time in Frozen Heart...even if she is a 'lifer.'"

Anna wondered if she was dreaming again. She heard the words coming out of the prisoner's mouth, but they didn't seem real. They seemed like they came out of a nightmare.

"Well, um..." said Anna, trying to form a complete sentence. "If I get kicked around or have my hair spat on sometimes, I'm sure I can handle it. I mean, I went through worse in high school..."

"You'll be dead long before that happens at the rate you're going," said the prisoner sternly, taking the gum out from her ear and placing it back in her mouth. "Consider that a friendly warning."

And without another word, she walked away. Shaking and drenched in sweat, Anna placed a hand on her chest, wondering if she was having a heart attack.

She hadn't just been freaking out over nothing. It hadn't been in her imagination.

She knew for certain now: she was going to die.