Anna gripped onto the bars of her cell, straining her neck to see if any of her "neighbors" were awake. She had no clock, so she had no idea what time it was, but she knew it must be the middle of night. The cellblock was overwhelmed with the loud sounds of snoring, belching, and farting, but as far as she could tell, the girls were all currently in dreamland.

Well, all except for her.

She had just awoken from a nightmare in which she was desperately trying to make her way through a forest of barbed wire, but no matter how hard she fought, she couldn't get out of it, and her body just got covered in cuts. She was so terrified when it was over that she lifted her shirt up just to make sure that she didn't actually have any scratches.

She turned away from the bars to look at Rapunzel, who appeared to be perfectly content in her slumber, drooling lightly on her pillow and smiling.

As quietly as she could manage, she drug her ball over to the toilet, not wanting to wake up her cellie and hear about whatever might be on her mind during the most ungodly hours of the day. Once Rapunzel had calmed down after reading Anna's inmate identification card, she returned to being her repulsively upbeat self.

"This is a good thing," she had said as she "brushed her teeth" with her finger using whatever goop it was the prison had made available to her. "It means you don't have to worry about the others finding out that Elsa's your sister...so long as, you know, you uphold your end of our bargain."

Anna hadn't replied. The truth of the matter was she wanted to ask Rapunzel about everything she might know about Elsa, but was too confused by the name change on her card in order to bother. Once a guard had uncuffed her from the door, she opted to commit the remainder of the worst day of her life reciting her prisoner number to herself so she'd be ready for role call in the evening. But she ended up remembering it for nothing, because when the blonde officer for that morning was checking the cells of the convicts before their bedtime, she just nodded her head at Anna before moving onto the next jailbird.

She had to assume that Elsa had told her not to talk with her...for reasons that were still a total mystery to her.

She groaned as she pulled her pants down and sat for a quick pee, gritting her teeth so she wouldn't release an unintended yelp once her butt made contact with the freezing surface below (the toilet had no seat or lid). She had a feeling that most of Frozen Heart's residents wouldn't be overly thrilled if they were brought out of their snoozes by the sound of her screaming.

"Well, on the bright side, having your shitter right next to your bed is pretty damn convenient," she whispered to herself as she urinated. She was taking Rapunzel's advice and struggling to be more optimistic about being locked up forever. So far, it wasn't working.

Her mind inexplicably went back to her days in high school, and the many girls who had picked on her there. She imagined they would be quite amused by the current sight of her. Her heart grew even sadder when she thought of those bullies, the things they had said to her, the names they had called her. She was astonished by how great the pain was as she heard their voices in her head. She didn't really know any of them very well, yet being called a "jerk" or a "freckled pig" by them still hurt...even today.

She had promised herself at the time that she would turn out better than they did.

She had clearly broken that promise.

She smacked herself in mock discipline on one of her exposed legs.

"Stupid Anna," she murmured. "Stupid, stupid Anna."

She bitterly pulled her pants up and went back to her cot, resolving that flushing when the sun wasn't even in the sky yet with convicted felons all around her would probably be a bad idea. The shackle on her ball jingled as she laid herself down, and she was at least grateful that the chain was long enough for her to be able to lift both of her feet onto her mattress without any difficulty (but wasn't as grateful about how obvious the cheapness of her blanket was). She closed her eyes, thinking about Elsa, high school, and her "new name," but just as she was close to drifting off, her senses were suddenly alerted to the ever so slight sound of footsteps.

They were faint, but she could tell they were coming from down the hall of the cellblock, so it wasn't the sound of another inmate waking up. At first, she assumed it might be a guard, but she could hear no boots, no shoes. No, these footsteps were more like "pits" and "pats," like those of a barefoot child getting up at 4:00 in the morning to get a class of water.

She slowly opened her eyes to see who it was. Although her own cell was dark, the cellblock itself was dimly lit, so she was able to see the person standing before her somewhat clearly. She was wearing a thin, white nightgown that almost made her appear ghostly, her hair was long and let down, and her eyes were focused on Anna with such intensity that it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up just a bit.

It was Elsa.