"Give it to me, Anna!" The bright street lights around them emphasized how wide Elsa's eyes were with ferosity, her voice raised to a level which Anna rarely heard from her sister. "Do it now, or you'll be sorry!"

"You can't have it!" Anna placed a hand defensively over her coat pocket. "It's mine!"

"That wasn't a suggestion, Anna!" She was getting so intense that tiny gusts of frosty wind were vacating from her nostrils. "Last chance, or I'll take it myself!"

"No!" She turned around with the intention to flee, hoping that she could escape into the city's darkness once she was out of her sister's sight. But Elsa apparently foresaw this, grabbing Anna forcibly by her arm.

"Have it your way!" Despite Anna's best attempts to squirm away, Elsa dug into her pocket, yanking out a gold watch.

"Please, don't..."

"I don't have time to argue!" Taking Anna by shock, Elsa shoved at her sister's chest roughly with both of her fists, causing her to lose her balance and tumble to the hard pavement below. She winced with sharp pain as her shoulder made impact with the unforgiving parking lot which was waiting to greet her. All Anna could do was whimper in discomfort as she watched Elsa run off with determination.

"I asked you a question, inmate." Anna shook her head with disorientation as she felt herself returning back to the present. "Or have you conveniently lost your hearing since the last time I saw you?"

Elsa was now standing in front of her, looking at her sister with a patronizing smile. Anna couldn't quite place her finger on it, but there was something about her that had changed since she had "welcomed her" to Frozen Heart. Her hair was a bit less tidy, her makeup under her eyes was running a little, and her boots appeared to have rather hastily been put on, as both of their laces were currently untied.

"I'm sorry, ma'am." Anna didn't need to be reminded not to address Elsa by name at this point. "I'm afraid I got distracted by...old memories."

"Oh, that's cute." Her left hand was firmly clutching onto her wooden baton, with one of her fingers perhaps non-deliberately rubbing itself against it. "Were they good memories?"

"No."

"That's too bad. I always figured that memories was one of the things you convicts clung onto most around here. Trips to the beach. Evenings at the movies. Lunches spent with your friends at Burger King. Anything to fondly look back on as you rust away in your cells."

"My thoughts haven't exactly been positive lately, ma'am."

"Why ever not? I provide you with three hots and a cot, don't I? Not to mention a fun little toy." She gestured her baton towards the ball which had made itself at home next to Anna's foot. "Anyone with proper manners would be thanking me for my generosity."

"I wonder if you'd be saying that if you were the one in stripes, ma'am." She smiled mentally to herself for an instant, imaging Elsa locked in a cell and banging a pathetic tin cup against the bars.

"Well, you've certainly become...braver since you first got here." Elsa moved her boots closer to Anna's bare feet, barely an inch away from her toes. "Or maybe I'm mistaking that for lunacy."

Anna could feel her sweaty palms beginning to tremble with frustration. Her bitterness towards Elsa was on the brink of taking over her better judgment. Was she baiting her? Was she looking for an excuse to send her to solitary confinement or worse? She closed her eyes before speaking again, not wanting to give Elsa the satisfaction of being able to punish her even further.

"What is it you asked me, ma'am?"

"I wanted to know why, with so many other friendly girls around you in this establishment, you decided to choose the Macdonald woman to hang out with today."

Anna scratched her chin, unsure of who Elsa was talking about until she realized that "Macdonald" must be Merida's last name.

"She wasn't exactly my first choice, ma'am. But what concern is it to you? Afraid she might pick on the new kid on the block?"

"You're trying to be funny." There was an inkling of irritation present in her voice now. "While I normally appreciate a good sense of humor as much as the next girl can be reasonably expected to, I don't think you fully realize the gravity of what just transpired."

Anna rested her head on the back of her hands and tilted herself back. She was rather enjoying getting on Elsa's nerves, even if she would pay for doing so later.

"Do enlighten me, ma'am."

"I know you've only been here a few days, but surely by now you must've heard some rather unsavory things about her character. She killed her mother for fun."

"Yeah. And I shot two people in the stomach and watched them die on the bathroom floor. What's your point?"

Elsa squeezed onto her baton so hard that Anna wondered if she might get a splinter from doing so.

"This isn't a playground, Christian!" She emphasized Anna's new "last name" quite loudly, as though she was hoping the various prisoners around them would hear her. "Your sorry bottom is going to be stuck in this place for many, many long years to come, and when you finally keel over someday, you'd be wise to thank me for this little bit of advice with your dying breath: be careful of the company you keep here. Macdonald has more than enough members of her so-called posse as it is! Don't let her turn you into one of her trained dogs."

"Isn't that what you want us all to be, though? Obedient animals in your own personal petting zoo?"

"You can't pet all of the animals in this zoo, inmate. Some of them have a tendency to bite."

"What about that cube of preserved meat you showed me when I got here? Was she a 'biter' as well?"

Elsa scowled, glaring at Anna as she placed her baton into her holster. She collectedly brushed a hair out of the way of her eye, then held her hands out in front of Anna. Perplexed, she looked at them. Both of the warden's hands were in gloves.

"Do you know what it's like to run a prison when you have magic, inmate?"

"Well, I assumed you'd have enchanted guards made out of ice or something like that, but the only magic I've seen so far is that snowman who told me to get naked." She wasn't sure how much she should say beyond that in case others were listening in on them, but Anna was surprised to see her sister in gloves, as she had been lead to believe she had stopped wearing them altogether ages ago.

"Olaf has his purposes. But I don't need him to keep the prisoners here from doing anything foolish. Whenever one of the girls here gets a little too cocky for their own good, all I have to do is this..."

She slowly removed the glove on her right hand. Anna half-expected for a flurry of snow to come bolting from her fingers, but all she saw was her palm which, unusual for Elsa, looked like it hadn't been washed much lately.

"See, one thing the women all know here is that I wasn't wearing these the night that 'Blondie' died." She removed her other glove, stretching all of her fingers out. "I don't need to make a snow creature, I don't have to create a blizzard, hell, I don't even need to produce a single ice cube. All I need to do is show the prisoners my bare hands, and they'll quickly get back to following the rules like good little girls. Because they've all seen 'Blondie' in her rather unfortunate resting place."

She placed both her gloves back on and reclaimed her baton from her holster. Anna sighed. Elsa was being so insufferably ambiguous that she couldn't tell if she had just threatened to freeze her or if she was simply trying to make small talk by explaining why her prison didn't have watchtowers made out of ice.

"If that's so effective, how come you came to me about Merida? Doesn't your little glove trick work on her as well?"

"Macdonald may be the exception that proves the rule, but rest assured, I have her under control."

"Then why even come to me about her, ma'am? If you're so worried, why not keep her in solitary for the rest of her life instead of letting her out all the time?"

Elsa rubbed her forehead. Ambiguously, of course.

"Prisoner, I do believe you have a bit of an attitude problem. Nothing I wouldn't expect from a new inmate, I suppose, but I'm going to make orders to my staff that an appointment is made for you with the prison therapist. In addition, I'm going to see to it that you get a work assignment before long. It's not good for a lifer to have too much free time on their hands."

"Gee, thanks. I really look forward to that."

All of a sudden, Elsa swiftly bent over, pulling Anna up by the collar of her shirt.

"In the future, Christian, I won't let things like not referring to me as 'ma'am' slide." Anna's heart once again began to race, as she could feel Merida's "gift" hidden within her pocket threatening to come flying out as Elsa pulled her closer to her face. "One way or another, you will learn your place here. See to it that I'm not the one who has to teach you."

And with that, she released her sibling, causing for Anna's butt to fall back on the bench a little harder than she would've appreciated. Elsa marched off without saying another word, probably unaware that the laces on both of her boots were dangling around aimlessly with each step she took. Anna removed her hat to wipe sweat from her brow as she watched her go, struggling to decide which of her last two conversations had exhausted her more, but her spirits were lifted somewhat by the knowledge that she had a weapon now. She returned to her horrible memory from years ago, the night that Elsa had snatched the watch from her, the night that everything had gone wrong.

She swore to herself that no one was ever going to get their hands on her blade.