"And that's the thing I hate most about corn," Rapunzel explained, looking down into the toilet bowl as she flushed it. "It looks the same leaving as it does coming in."

She chortled to herself as she pulled her pants up and escorted her ball and chain over to her cot. Anna normally would've made a remark over her roommate neglecting to wash her hands, but her brain was still spinning from the trip to the blender it had taken earlier that day. Following her encounters in the prison yard, she had made an effort to keep to herself for the remainder of the afternoon, choosing to chew her meals in the mess hall quietly as Rapunzel droned on and on over whatever random affairs were on her mind.

She hadn't told Rapunzel about the "blade" which Merida had given her, deciding it would be in her best interest to keep that a secret for now. She wasn't sure why she felt so possessive of it. After all, it was more like a crudely made Happy Meal toy than an actual weapon, and she'd be highly unlikely to do a potential attacker any harm with it. Yet she absolutely hated the thought of losing it, and was still trying to figure out where she would be able to hide it (her shirt's pocket, its current home, didn't seem like an ideal place to keep it indefinitely). She hadn't been in prison long enough to know how often Elsa had the guards search the cells for contraband, nor was she aware of whether or not random body searches were ever conducted on the inmates.

Anna could feel herself tensing up as she began to panic over this, wondering what her sister would do if she found out about Bloody Mary's little present to her. She was at least fairly certain, after her little conversation in the yard, that Elsa's main goal wasn't for Anna to be dead. If it had been, why would she have confronted her about speaking with Merida? Was her real concern that she and Merida might join forces and somehow be able to escape?

Escape. The word flowed through Anna like a deadly virus. It was a subject she hadn't even dared to allow herself to humor up until now, yet it floated around in her head like a forbidden fruit taunting her with its sweet promise of freedom. This wasn't healthy. After all, Anna didn't want to end up like poor Blondie, as any woman within the walls of Frozen Heart would warn her. But the thought of her toes touching something other than cold concrete, her taste buds coming into contact with food from Taco Bell or somewhere, or wearing a pretty pink dress instead of black and white stripes was quickly becoming intoxicating.

"You there, bitch?"

Anna's thoughts were brought to an abrupt commercial break by the crass words of her imprisoned acquaintance.

"As though I have anywhere else to be, dummy."

"Ohhhhh. Sounds like someone's in a bad mood before bedtime."

Anna's inner bitch growled.

"Girl, believe me, you've never even seen me in a bad mood."

"Oh, you mean like the mood you must've been in when you killed those two people?"

Similar to a charge of sparks from an electric chair, Anna's blood quickly startrf to boil to a dangerously hot temperture. For a split second, she toyed with the idea of taking her fork/knife and jamming it deep into Rapunzel's throat. But that urge, for better or for worse, was quickly overcome by a rapid jolt of panic.

"Who...who told you that?"

Rapunzel lifted her head from her bed and smiled at Anna triumphantly, like a girl who was proud of herself for cheating to win a trophy.

"Let's just say a little birdie told me...or, if you prefer, a little jailbirdie."

She snickered at her own bad joke through her overly moist nostrils.

"Girls who are locked up together 24 hours a day are going to gossip, Anna. I suggest you get with the program. You'll find the grapevine around here travels remarkably fast when it doesn't have many places it can go."

Apparently deciding this was an extremely clever way to end the conversation, Rapunzel turned herself over, passing wind loudly in a most indiscreet manner as she did so.

Within minutes, the brat was snoring. Anna felt envy as she watched her doze, fairly certain that The Sandman wouldn't be nearly as generous with her that night.

She made her way to the toilet as delicately as she could manage, figuring it would be better to take care of that unpleasant business now instead of during the middle of the night. She recoiled as she felt the unforgivingly chilly seat biting into her bottom, silently cursing whoever it was who had invented the hoosegow john.

"Enjoying a bedtime tinkle?"

Anna grunted, profoundly unhappy to find out that Giselle was still awake in the cell across from her own.

"I suppose you could say that..."

"That's nice! I am too! Dr. Felix told me it's good to give my bladder a full clensing at night in order to ensure a good night's rest."

"Did he now?" Anna was getting less and less enthusastic about her upcoming visit with the prison's shrink. "Did he also tell you how to wipe your bottom?"

"No, silly! But he did tell me I should keep trying to befriend as many people as possible during my time here, even deranged killers like yourself."

Anna's brain farted. Rapunzel had indeed been speaking the truth about everyone knowing her secret now.

"They're all talking about you, so you know," Giselle went on, shifting her body around on the seatless crapper as she spoke. "They're saying you're despicable, that you should've gotten the gas chamber, that it's not safe to have you locked up with the normal girls, and other funny things..."

Anna's brain farted again.

"They're saying what about me now?"

"Oh, they haven't found enlightenment like I have, so they think it's not safe to have you in standard population. If you already ended the lives of two poor saps, what's to stop you from killing again?"

"Please, it's not like I'm a compulsive killer or anything like..."

She stopped herself. Was Giselle saying what she thought she was? Were the other prisoners of Frozen Heart actually afraid of her? She drifted her eyes towards Rapunzel to ensure she was still dozing, then spoke in a hushed voice only as loudly as she needed to in order for Giselle to be able to hear.

"So, the girls here, they think I'm like a crazy psycho or something? I mean I thought 'Bloody Mary' had that honor around here."

"She only murdered her mother. But you...you snuffed out two souls. That gives you a higher score." She was beaming. "Congrats on that, by the way."

Anna was thrown off guard. Was she speaking the truth? Or was she talking out of her crazy "Sunshine" ass?

"So...you're saying the convicts here are scared of me possibly going after them?"

"Of course I am," Giselle said, the sound of her urination echoing across the cell block. "This kingdom has no death penalty, and you already have a life sentence. What's to deter you from feeding your evil impulses?"

"I don't know. Being turned into an ice statue by the warden doesn't sound overly appealing to me..."

"I don't think you understand how lucky you are," said Giselle airily, giving Anna an uncensored view of her rear end s she got up to wipe. "Most prisoners would kill to be in your position...except that you already have. Twice!"

She laid herself down on her bed which was located next to the toilet, not pulling her pants back up, making herself all comfy under her thin sheets.

"You should go shopping for your own bitch tomorrow. You could have almost anyone with the prison with your record. Hey, you could even have me if you wanted!"

And with that, like Rapunzel, she was out like a light, leaving Anna confused, shocked...and uncharacteristicly content with her situation.

Her prison life was suddenly looking like it was about to become a lot more tolerable. She took her optimism with a certain level of caution, of course. After all, it had been the loopiest inmate within the facility who had told her these things.

That night, for the first time in forever, Anna slept well.