"Sounds to me like you were dreaming," said Rapunzel as egg dripped out of her mouth in the dining hall the next morning. "I've been here a long time, and I've never seen Elsa taking a stroll around the cellblock in the middle of the night."

"I wasn't dreaming," Anna growled for what must have been the fifth time since she had recounted what she had seen to her cellie. "I already told you I had just woken up to take a piss when it happened, and that she vanished before I had the chance to talk to her."

"And I already told you it would make no sense for Elsa to do that," Rapunzel said in a manner so patronizing that it made Anna briefly fantasize about breaking her nose. "I mean, as the warden, she has to be pretty well off, right? Why would she spend her nights in this shithole when she probably has an exceedingly comfortable bed at home?"

"Maybe the job demands more of her time than you might think," Anna suggested, stiffly chewing on her breakfast. She had never in her entire existence eaten eggs that tasted so...rubbery. "Jesus Christ, can't they at least let us have salt and pepper?"

"There you go bitching like an elite snob again," said Rapunzel, taking a sip from the paper cup of lukewarm sludge that the prison apparently considered to be coffee. "Elsa probably thinks we could use the shakers to kill each other if we were feeling inspired enough."

"Oh, you mean like how we could kill each other with shoes," snorted Anna, starting to tick off her fingers. "Along with socks...and panties...and bras..."

"What's your point?"

"My point is that maybe she's not doing these things for our safety," Anna cried out, placing her fork back on her plate. "Maybe she does it because she enjoys watching us suffer."

"I'm sorry that prison isn't living up to your high expectations," Rapunzel replied, finishing her meal and giving her belly a light pat. "Would it make you feel any better if Elsa tucked you into bed tonight?"

"Our little arrangement doesn't mean you always have to mock me, you know," Anna hissed at her. "I doubt you'd find any of this funny if you were me."

"I wouldn't bet on that," Rapunzel stated, lifting her unshackled foot up onto her lap and picking some dirt off of it. "Unlike you, I have a sense of humor."

Anna groaned as she took a sip of her "coffee" (while resisting the urge to spit it right back out), taking a moment to examine the women around her before continuing her talk with Rapunzel. Many of the prisoners were casually chatting (and additionally, she miserably observed, had no regard for basic table manners), with their conversation subjects ranging from how much time they had left on their sentences to how crappy the food was, while a few of them were quietly eating at tables by themselves. The only inmate on her feet was Cinder, who was sweeping up around the dining hall with a piece of bread in her mouth. Even though she appeared to be bored out of her mind, Anna noticed that she seemed to be paying close attention to all of the chubby convicts around her, as though her ears were always on alert for any juicy bits of gossip they might hear.

She reminded her of someone she had known in high school, a smaller girl with glasses who mostly seemed to keep to herself even as she was staring at everyone else in the classroom. Anna strongly suspected that she was the "anonymous source" who had tipped her English teacher off when she cheated on a test, causing for her to serve three weeks of detention. Suddenly, she felt her chest tighten up again. Was Cinder also possibly a snitch? Would she tattle on her to the other jailbirds about anything "interesting" she might hear Anna say? Especially if it related to Elsa?

Or maybe she'd just start telling the girls that Anna was a bedwetter. And that would be bad enough. She looked down to check her lap to make sure her legs were crossed, as that was currently the best attempt she could think of in order to hide her stains.

"So...what do you know about the warden?" Anna asked Rapunzel softly, hoping that she would take the cue from her tone and respond quietly.

She of course didn't.

"Well, most of the ladies here call her 'Elsa the Wicked Warden'," Rapunzel said, seemingly not concerned with whether or not the guards heard her talking that way about their boss. "The nickname is a play on an old exploitation movie, from what I've heard. She's the youngest person to ever be in charge of Frozen Heart Penitentiary. As you know, there's only ever been one escape attempt in this prison since she took over...and it ended pretty badly for the escapee."

Anna felt silly. For some reason, she had assumed that Elsa had built the facility that was going to be her place of residence until she was six feet under herself. She now realized how stupid it was to come to that conclusion, especially since the detention center itself wasn't made out of snow or anything. She also thought of "Blondie" again, her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets with terror, her dying scream forever captured in her sister's icy canvas.

She involuntarily peed herself a little just thinking about it. To her dismay, she wondered if she was becoming incontinent.

"What do you know about her?"

"About Blondie?" replied Rapunzel, using a plastic spoon to make a poor attempt to clean under her fingernails. "Not much. As I think I said before, she died long before I got here."

"But surely some of the prisoners must've known her. A lifer or long-termer who's been here for a while, maybe?"

"You don't understand," Rapunzel answered, using her tongue to give the spoon a quick washing before getting back to work on her nails. "Blondie was kept in the segregation unit. General population inmates like us never met her."

"What, was she like a serial killer or something?" The thought of her sister sending her to a premature grave didn't sound so bad to Anna if that was the case.

"Serial killers tend to get a lot of media attention, so I doubt that," said Rapunzel as she moved on to tend to her other set of fingers. "Some of the girls think she may have killed a cop. Others, like Crazy Frog, believe that she committed no crime at all, and that Elsa sent her here only so she could have her killed."

Anna tilted her head in confusion. Although she and Elsa hadn't been on "good terms" for quite some time, it seemed hard to believe that she was capable of pulling some random innocent woman off the streets and freezing her into a block of ice just for kicks.

"Why do they think that?"

"So she could use her death as a warning to the prisoners, of course," replied Rapunzel, perhaps unaware that saying these sorts of things about someone else's sister might be seen as a big deal to some people. "After Blondie's demise, no one here has tried to get out before their sentence is up. Plus Elsa was able to use her would-be jailbreak as a means to push for some, shall we say, 'controversial' changes within the prison."

"Such as...?"

"That heavy ball chained to your leg, for one thing," said Rapunzel, pointing at Anna's foot under the table. "You can thank Blondie for that. I heard that Elsa's a fan because she sees it as old school. Same goes for the rock pile she recently introduced in the yard."

"Rock pile?" went Anna, not sure if she really wished to know anything about it.

"You know, like in that song," Rapunzel responded, moving around the spoon she was holding to "dance along" as she began to sing. "Breaking rocks in the hot sun, I fought the law and the law won..."

"Yeah, I've heard it," Anna grumbled, not wanting to hear the whole thing. "But if all she needed to get those things was a body, why not kill someone else? Why not take out Bloody Mary instead?"

"Elsa could never get away with doing something like that to her," Rapunzel answered, placing her spoon down and now combing her hair with her fork (which still had bits of egg on it). "Not even if she ever tried climbing over the prison's walls."

"Wait, what?" Anna was genuinely taken aback by this, as it seemed to contradict with everything she had heard about Elsa's policy regarding escaped prisoners so far.

"Bloody Mary's father is Lord Fergus," Rapunzel explained. "He's Frozen Heart's biggest and most important donor. Without him, the prison would lose a lot of funding. And I have a hunch he wouldn't be so generous if anything...unfortunate were to happen to his beloved only daughter."

Anna felt dumbstruck. Everything Rapunzel was saying was slowly starting to sing in.

"So..." she hoarsely murmured. "What you're saying is that Bloody Mary could kill me...and not have to worry about joining Elsa's 'art gallery' next to Blondie?"

"Not unless she wants for Lord Fergus mount her head on his wall," Rapunzel said with a small nod.

The tightening in Anna's chest increased even more. The prisoner who Anna had been told had an "interest" in her was free to do whatever she wanted with her...without any serious consequences.

She was so upset that she didn't even care when she peed herself again.