Anna hadn't been in prison for very long (though it certainly felt like she had been), yet she was already observing that her moods were dramtically shifting in her new digs. Only moments ago, she had been nervous enough to tinkle herself (twice!) in the mess hall, but now she was tightly clutching onto the bars of her cell, feeling nothing but resentment towards her sister. How could Elsa keep her in a place as terrible as this? Yeah, sure, it was a maximum security detention center and all of that, but there had to be some way she could make it into a nicer experience for Anna. At the very least, she could possibly consider serving her better food. That wasn't too much to ask, right? The way she saw it, she owed it to her because she was family. And family didn't seem to mean anything to Elsa anymore.

She lightly pounded her fist onto the door, hating everything about herself. She looked down at her pants (where some of the white stripes were turning a rather damning shade of yellow) and thought about the things Rapunzel had explained to her during breakfast. Maybe she was pulling her leg about Bloody Mary having "immunity" because of how powerful her father was. After all, Elsa did apparently keep her in the hole most of the time. And Rapunzel seemed to talk out of her butt most of the time anyway. This could all be her idea of a sick joke in order to keep her "bitch" in line.

"You're new here, aren't you?"

Anna placed a hand on her chest, so startled by the voice that she thought she might wet herself again. In the cell across from her, staring at her with eyes which seemed unnaturally wide, was a young woman with hair that looked like it had seen much better days. It was an orange shade of red (or was it a red shade of orange?), and it appeared as though it had been anally raped by a mix of cheap hair dye and muck. She was smiling at Anna, her yellowing teeth forming together to form a large grin which gave the impression of someone desperately trying to hold in a fart.

"I...um...got here yesterday," said Anna, stumbling a bit over her words as she attempted to start a conversation (not that she really felt like talking with a total stranger, but it wasn't like she could really be by herself right now).

"That's nice!" the prisoner answered cheerfully. "I must've missed you because I was probably meditating."

"Meditating?"

"Oh, yeah," said the prisoner with an eager nod. "You know, like yoga. Back when I was in the bad world, I didn't understand the magic of such things, but since I got here, I have achieved true freedom."

Anna couldn't hold back a brief chortle.

"Freedom? Okay, you do know this is a prison and not a spa, right?"

"This is where I belong," the inmate replied airily, stroking gently on one of her filthy strands of blinding hair. "I have everything I need here and so much more. I get three hots and a cot, but more importantly, I get...peace."

"Yeah..." Anna snorted, now becoming eager to find a way to end this conversation. "Sorry, I didn't realize that this was the cell block where they locked up the crazies."

"I'm Sunshine!" the prisoner stated happily, apparently oblivious to the fact that Anna had just tried to insult her. "Well, my real name is technically Giselle, but everyone here calls me Sunshine. Want to know why?"

"No."

"Because of my sunny nature!" Giselle exclaimed, raising her hands above her like a deluded hobo in an alley attempting to start the wave. "I help my girls understand that they are not in prison, and that they can be as happy as me if they only try."

"Uh-huh. Who's smuggling weed into this place for you now? Because I doubt Elsa would allow that."

"Elsa takes good care of us," Giselle dimly declared, sitting her butt clumsily onto her ball, an action she immediately followed with a sickeningly gleeful giggle. "This makes my bum feel like it's going bowling!"

"You...um...enjoy that," Anna said, her eyes rolling so high up that she found herself looking at the ceiling. "Look, Giselle, I've kinda got a lot going on, so..."

"It's Sunshine. But I understand your mistake. A lot of people still call me Giselle. But my name is Sunshine. It's because I make people feel so sunny."

God, if Elsa had put Anna in this cell block just so she'd have to deal with Giselle...

"Fine. Sunshine. Whatever. Look, I'm sorry I can't be overjoyed to be in a distinguished establishment such as this like you are, but I have a life sentence. It's hard for me to be too upbeat right now."

"Lucky! I only got 15 years. Burglary. I broke into this woman's apartment. Her name was Nancy. I offered to give her my tiara in exchange for her not calling the cops, but she called them anyway...and kept the tiara."

"Hey, I know this might be hard for you to buy, but being a lifer around here really isn't that hot. Especially when you've been told there's some crazy Bloody Mary chick who's going to be interested in..."

"You know Bloody Mary?" Giselle's voice sounded disturbingly impressed at the mention of the name.

"I'm afraid I will by the end of the day. Is she a friend of yours or something?"

Giselle laughed. Loudly. Far too loudly.

"Oh, you flatter me! No, Bloody Mary is far too important to hang out with a common thief like me. What an honor it must be to get to know the most famous convict in all of Frozen Heart!"

"Yeah. Okay, you know what? I think you need to consider talking with a shrink or something, because you're clearly..."

"Oh, I already do," said Giselle, bouncing her shoulders up and down with the excitement of a kid going to the beach. "This prison has the very best therapist on the entire planet. His name is Dr. F.I. Felix. If you have a problem, he can fix it!"

"Oh, really?" Anna was now imagining Giselle falling off a cliff into a river full of hungry crocodiles. It was the only thing that kept her from swearing at her. "Well, if this Felix can fix 'any problem,' can he get me out of here?"

Now, for the first time since they had begun talking, Giselle frowned.

"Why would you ever want to leave here?"

Anna was searching her mind for a solid comeback to that question (there was just too many options to choose from), but never got say anything, as Kristoff was now approaching her cell with a number of keys in his grasp.

"Hands, Christian."

Anna blinked, but then remembered that her last name had been "changed." With a groan, she placed them through the bars, where they were promptly greeted by a pair of handcuffs.

"You just love placing me in chains, don't ya?"

"I wouldn't be good at my job if I didn't," said Kristoff smugly as he unlocked her door. "It's a beautiful day outside. High time you treated yourself to some fresh air."

Anna could abruptly feel her teeth begin to chatter.

"I think I'll be fine in here, thank you."

"That's not an option. Prisoners all must spend some time in the yard, unless a physical condition prevents them from being able to do so or if they're rotting away in the hole."

Anna's teeth continued to protest. But there was nothing she could do. With a heavy heart, she drug her ball out of her cell.

"Hey, Sunshine, will you do me a solid and not attend my funeral if they bother having one for me?"

"Oh, no!" Giselle gasped, placing her hands in front of her mouth. "Are you sick?"

"No. But I have a feeling I'm about to meet your idol Bloody Mary. And I've never been very good at making new friends."