Anna's restless nap came to an unceremonious end when she was startled awake by someone knocking on her cell door. In her half-awake state, she almost expected to see her sister standing on the other side of the bars, but when she removed her hat from her face she saw it was only Kristoff, looking rather pompus as he stared at her with his hands in his pocket.
"Is the prisoner done with her nap yet?" he cooed. "Or does she need a diaper change?"
Anna stood herself up and glared at him, equally puzzled and insulted by his second question.
"And what exactly do you mean by that, sir?" she inquired, hoping she wouldn't get disciplined for asking. "Believe it or not, I'm actually not a baby."
"Oh, really?" said Kristoff shrewdly. "Then how come you still wet yourself like one?"
Anna hesitatingly looked down at her crotch. To her shock and dismay, she realized that taking a snooze with a full bladder had been a very big mistake.
"I guess that explains why my dream involved a water fountain," she groaned. She tried squeezing her legs tightly together to see if that would somehow hide what had happened, but to no avail. Half of the stripes on her pants were white, after all.
"I wouldn't worry about it too much," said Kristoff, leaning his elbow against the bars. "You'll get a fresh change of clothing...in a week."
If Anna hadn't already peed in her sleep, she might've done so now.
"Please tell me you're bluffing!" she pleaded. "I can't be like this for a week! What will the girls here say when they notice the stains?"
"They'll probably give you an...affectionate nickname," suggested Kristoff, who appeared to be getting way too much enjoyment out of this. "But there's a woman around here they call 'Gas,' so I'm sure you'll at least fare better than her."
"Shockingly, that doesn't make me feel any more upbeat about this," bemoaned Anna, who was already imagining Rapunzel calling her "Tinkle Bell" over and over again. "Why can't you just let me take a shower and then give me a clean uniform?"
"Are you really that eager to get naked in front of me again?" said Kristoff, winking at her. "While I'm a bit flattered, Elsa's orders are that prisoners are only allowed showers once a week, the same day their stripes are washed."
"This has to be a bad joke," yelped Anna, hugging herself and suddenly starting to feel claustrophic. "What kind of a place is this?!"
"It's called prison, Anna," Kristoff said with a smirk. "You're now the property of Frozen Heart Penitentiary, whether you like it or not."
Hearing herself called "property" didn't help her downheartedness much. Conceding to herself that Kristoff was ultimately right made her feel even lower.
"So I'm pretty much my sister's toy for the rest of my life then," she snorted, talking more to herself now. "Although my cellie also insists that she 'owns me,' so maybe she'll have to fight with her for custody rights."
She looked around, only now noticing that Rapunzel was nowhere to be seen.
"She's currently in the recreation room," said Kristoff, who could apparently read minds. "I would've woken you, but you looked so cute that I decided to let you stay in dreamland a little longer."
"Oh, that's real sweet and not creepy at all, sir" said Anna, although she was so bad at reading people in certain situations that she couldn't tell if he was actually a pervert or not. "How long have you been watching me there for anyway?"
"Long enough," Kristoff replied.
Okay. Maybe he really was a pervert.
And maybe she could use that to her advantage.
"Is there...anything else you would like to watch me do, sir?" she asked him, attempting to make her voice seem as seductive as possible (even though to her own ears it just sounded like she was dong a dreadful impression of Lucille Ball). "I might...be open to kissing you or something if you let me have another pair of pants."
Kristoff scratched his chin.
"That is a bit tempting," he said slowly. "Come over to the door."
Anna did so with a bit of difficulty, as her hunger was still draining her of energy.
"Now place your left hand through the bars."
Anna did so...and, before she knew it, found her hand cuffed to one of the door's bars.
"Wh...what is this?" she screeched, deeply perplexed but already knowing that her "idea" had failed.
"Did you really think I would risk my career here by doing anything with a convict?" he asked her, although his voiced sounded more amused than stern. "Especially a convict like you. What do you think the warden would say?"
"Maybe she would've liked to watch," Anna griped. "She's a stinker and a sadist as far I as I can tell."
"Perhaps an hour like this will make you feel differently," he said brightly. "And don't tell me I can't do this because you have to go to the bathroom, because I know you've already taken care of that."
Anna glared at him. Then an argument began to take place in her head. Smart Anna was telling her that she should just keep quiet, while Dumb Stupid Idiotic Anna was insisting that she should say something.
As had been the case for the majority of the day, Dumb Stupid Idiotic Anna won the fight.
"You can tell the warden I know about her game," Anna hissed as she tugged at her cuffs. "I know she's releasing 'Bloody Mary' or whoever she is from the hole early just so she can get to me. You can inform her that if she really wants me dead, she can at least have the spine to do the job herself."
Kristoff just looked at her for a moment. For the first time since she met him, he didn't seem happy at all.
"You're even dumber than the girls here are saying you are, lifer," he said as he took something that looked like a driver's license and stuck it into her shirt's shoulder pocket. "I'll be back to unchain you...in two hours."
Then he stormed off.
Anna could hear her own heartbeat. Or, at least, she thought she could. How could she have been so insane? Had she really just dared her sister to kill her? The inmate began panting and could feel herself growing faint as she watched the joyless world around her fade into a black abyss.
She lightly banged her head against the bars as she passed out.