"Okay, hop on the emotional tour bus and pack some snacks, because we're about to go on a field trip!" Felix eagerly clicked the button on his pen. "Where do you want us to begin?"

"Depends on which route gets me out of here the fastest. My bracelets are starting to hurt."

Anna wasn't sure how long exactly she had been in handcuffs for, but she was fairly certain she'd have red marks on her wrists once they were taken off.

"You call them bracelets. I like that. You take a negative yet mandatory aspect of your incarceration and find a light side to it. I think we're already making progress."

"Can we get on with this?" She was feeling another sudden violent urge, this time to take Felix's pen and jam it into his throat. "Why not just ask me a question about my sister and I'll answer it so long as I feel like it!"

"Oooohhh, someone's being a grouchy jailbird. But I'll humor you." He went flipping through his notebook, which appeared to be full of cartoon doodles scattered around sloppy, unreadable handwriting. "Let's see...how about I ask you when the trouble between you and Elsa began?"

"I suppose you could say things started to stink when we were teenagers." She tugged at her restraints, but that only made them bite into her flesh harder. Handcuffs were real jerks that way.

"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. And had you gotten along with your sister before then?"

"Of course we had!" Her brow furrowed. "What siblings aren't best friends at that age?"

"You might be surprised." Felix was now jolting stuff down in his notebook, but if Anna had to guess, he was probably quickly drawing two kittens on a seesaw. "So, what would you say the trigger was?"

"Oh, jeez, you mean like some defining moment when I decided I hated her guts? Please. My life's a bit more complicated than that."

"Well, aren't you the little fortune cookie full of wisdom." He turned a page, scribbling some more. "What about a bad thing that happened between you? Like something that still sends you into Frowny Town whenever you think about it?"

Anna was surprised by how quickly she was becoming rattled (maybe it was because of Felix's usage of the term "Frowny Town"). Then again, she had a hunch that Felix wasn't going to stop nagging her until she gave him something to chew on.

"There was the night she took my gold watch..."

"Oh, you mean like she stole from you? That can create a fender bender in any relationship."

"It was more than that. See, I didn't start out as double murderer. No, like most girls, I began smaller than that. With shoplifting. I tried to get Elsa to join me on such escapades, but she had no interest."

"I'm confused. Weren't you both rich? Why steal?"

"We were...rich before our parents died. Then following their funeral, the inheritance was split among us 50/50. Elsa put hers in investments, because of course she did, but I had..."

She struggled to come up with a way to word "terrible gambling addiction" delicately.

"In any event, I needed money. So one evening I invited her to join me on a little...trip to a mall department storewith, shall we say, less than stellar security. I knew a guard there. Was able to use my charm on him. He told me when the store closed, where the security cameras were. God, the man would say anything if you gave him enough coffee at the food court."

She waited for Felix to inject one of his annoying remarks here, but he was tending to his notebook (probably doodling unicorns going on a picnic).

"Anyway, I told Elsa this place was dumb enough to keep its gold watches in display cases. Like I'm talking watches worth $10,000. Real simple to take them if you could break the glass. Figured Elsa's ice powers could play a role there. Instead she did what she always did, warned me about the dangers of such things, about how stealing was wrong, yada, yada, yada."

She again checked on her therapist, who remained occupied with his notes (or drawings).

"Now, I'm not going to tell you how I got my hands on that watch without my sister's help, because that's a trade secret." (She had used a rock to smash the display case) "But I will say that once I had it, I felt like a whole new person. Not one alarm had gone out, and I was home free with my prize...or, I would've been, if Elsa hadn't shown up."

She tugged at her chains. She wasn't sure if this next part was going to be easy for her to talk about it, even with someone so polite he probably thought that Charles Manson would've been a great guy if people had only been nicer to him.

"Anyway, we began fighting. She wanted the watch for herself, despite doing none of the work for it like I had. She ordered me to give it to her. We were in the parking lot outside the store. Sirens had gone off. Elsa had probably triggered the alarms. She warned me that I had no choice but to give her the watch...so she knocked me to the pavement and grabbed it. I fell on my shoulder."

She sighed deeply.

"The bitch ran off with what should've been mine. I guess you could call it poetic justice on some level that she was in for an unpleasant surprise that night."

"What do you mean?"

Felix had apparently been paying attention to her story after all.

"Well, I'm sure you must know this by now, consider she's your current boss. The police caught Elsa, clutching onto the watch I had stolen. She was arrested and taken to jail."