I want to take the time to thank each and everyone of you guys who took the time from their busy days and read my story. You sick people are the reason why I keep doing this!

Oh, and I've changed the physical description of the receptionist to better suit my story.

And I love you for it. Now don't take that too seriously...

That being said, I present:

Chapter 3: Welcome to Arendelle Penitentiary

Kristoff proceeded to give Anna the biggest bear hug. "I love you so much, Anna. Sven will miss you." he said, buried in Anna's small shoulder. "I'll come and visit on a daily basis."

"I know you will. Take care of yourself." Anna muffled under Kristoff's chest.

"You, too. " Kristoff said, releasing himself from her. "Just keep you head down, do what the guards say, and don't get on anyone's bad side."

"Oh, don't worry. I was born for this." she joked, pretending to be in a cage match with another fighter and dishing out some "fake-punches".

Kristoff smiled sadly. This was the one thing that he always admired about her: her unquenchable passion for living life. In many ways, it was this fiery personality that saved him from a lonely boring life of ice and reindeer. Now this was the last time he was ever going to see it. "Good-bye, Anna. Take care." Swooping down to savor every last bit of her lips, he whispered, "I love you." in her ears right before waving goodbye and exiting the building.

"I love you, too." Anna whispered back, waving goodbye.

...

"Oh, wow. They all look so pretty." said Anna. She was at a tattoo parlor and Elsa was beside her, holding hands. A dazzling array of intricate designs hung across the walls and shelves, all protected by stainless steel and tempered glass. It'd look more like a jewelry store than a old, smelly tattoo parlor one would expect here in the open wilderness of Norway.

"Are you sure about this?" ask Elsa, obviously concerned. "Once it's on your skin, there's no turning back."

Anna looks at Elsa. God, she could never get tired looking at that face. "I'm sure." she answers back confidently. This was a big commitment for her - there was no going back. She wanted to this. Turning back her head to the walls displaying the tattoos, she spotted several that caught her eye. "I'll pick these two."

Elsa arched an eyebrow. "Why of all things...a snowflake and a tramp stamp?"

"Oh, I like the design of it." she said, fiddling with her braids. "Plus, it sort of reminds me of you."

"Really?" said Elsa, eyes slowly dilating. She was still unsure about this. "In what ways am I similar to an ice crystal?"

Anna looked at her eyes, then her lips, then her eyes, then her lips. They were soft, pink, and coated with an ever small amount of moisture. "Cold on the outside - " she said, landing a small peck on Elsa's lip " - yet soft - " she gave another soft kiss " - and brittle - " a third kiss " - once you get to know her." She seized Elsa by her braid and seized her lips again for the fourth time, tongue permanently entwined in a battle of dominance and submission.

"Ah, how sweet of you." said Elsa after they broke apart. "And the tramp stamp?"

"Well, I thought it might looked good on me." meekly explained Anna.

Elsa looked at her lover disapprovingly. "Anna, if you're going to get a tattoo, then it's going to have a more substantial meaning behind it beside aesthetic appeal. Besides..." she spun Anna around and pushed her down so that she was bent over over one of the glass shelves.

"Woah!" she gasped. Reveling in the feeling of Elsa's knee between her legs, she let out sharp intakes of her breath.

Elsa bent over till she was just in whispering distance of Anna's ear. Anna let out another gasp as she felt Elsa's breasts compressing in behind her back, the soft weight of them sending them waves of electricity down her spine and into her crotch area. "Your ass is already fine with those freckles."

"Woo-hoo!"

Both Elsa and Anna quickly got off each other and turned around. A large man was waving and greeting them nearby the counter, his thick mustache mischievous eyes giving him an air of playfulness and delight.

Elsa flicked her bangs back so they weren't covering her eyes, quickly regaining composure. "Hello, Oaken. It's so good to finally see you after all these years." she said, walking towards the lumbering behemoth and shaking his extended hand.

"It's good to see you too, yah! And who might this young lady." exclaimed Oaken.

"This is Anna," explained Elsa, grabbing Anna by the waist and dragging her to Oaken. "and she is my girlfriend." She planted another kiss on Anna's freckled cheek.

"Ah, nice to meet you, Anna." he said, shaking her hand as well. He lead them into the back part of his store. This must be where the magic takes place, thought Anna as she looked around. Several monitors and mirrors all asymmetrically displayed across the room. A tattoo work station was present as well.

"Same here. You've got a lovely place." said Anna, looking around the room.

"Thank you. My boyfriend loves tattoo, but wanted to live out in the open away from the cities." said Oaken. "So, here we are. This is where the magic takes place. What design what you like, dear?" inquired Oaken as he leaned down on his work-bench.

"The snowflake design, on my neck, please." answered Anna in her most sweetest voice ever. She turned over to Elsa. "Will you hold my hand, Elsa? This is my first time."

"Of course, Anna. Anything for you." said Elsa, eyes dilating once more as Anna slowly began taking of her scarf.

...

"Strip." demanded the Correctional Officer. Anna looked at her name tag. Ursula was her name.

Anna blinked. She didn't quite catch that. "Wait, what ?"

Urusla raised an eyebrow. Anna notice that she spends an awful lot of time plucking them within an inch of their lives. "Hard of hearing? Strip! Oh, wait." She turned her back and rummaged through clothes that were laying on the table. "What shoe size are you?" she asks behind her back.

"9." she answered back. Urusla spun around and slammed a prison uniform onto Anna, complete with granny panties, cheap nylon gray bra, and khaki shirt and pants. "Oh, wow. These are like toms." she grunted, looking down at her uniform and observing the blue shoes that were on top. The prisoners here must have done a good wash with them, as evident with their lack of food (and Anna would guess, blood) stains.

"Toms?"

"Toms are shoes. When you buy a pair, they give another to a needy child in Agrabah." explained Anna.

"Oh, really? That's nice. " Ursula replied back sarcastically. "Now strip."

Anna reluctantly obeyed. The only degrading part about this was the fact this took in front of a demeaning officer. She could understand security protocol, but at least she could ask her to do so nicely. When she took out her blouse, she had the sneaking suspension that the officer was attempting to strip her with her own eyes. After taking out her undergarments, she threw them on a separate hamper as instructed.

"Now open your mouth. Stick out your tongue." commanded Gothel in a drawling voice.

"Lift up your arms." commanded Gothel again.

Anna lifted her arms.

"Turn around." instructed Gothel.

Anna turned around.

"Squat."

Anna hesitated for a second, then squat.

"Spread out those cheeks and cough."

Anna turned around, aghast at such a request. "Seriously?"

Gothel sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. She gazed was like a frog in a hot summer afternoon: dead and inattentive. Anna reluctantly did so. "What was your name?"

"Anna." she muttered.

Gothel chewed the inside of her mouth, slowly digesting what she had just heard. "Pretty name." she croaked, licking her red lips. Anna shuddered at the idea. God only knows where they've been. "Now get dressed."

Anna began to dress herself up. The gray nylon bra, though itchy (and probably filled with lice), fitted perfectly. So did the uniform. Anna suspected that she must be doing this for a while. Within minutes, Anna was transformed into an inmate. "Follow me" she croaked.

Anna followed her. She was being lead to a corridor and into another room. She hasn't been for over 10 minutes, and already she hates it here.

"In hear" said Ursula, opening the door for Anna to enter.

Looking around, she saw a computer, camera, and printing machine. She can only conclude that this is where they make the infamous prison IDs.

"O.K. - I can do this; I was born for this; I'm so ready for this." Anna muttered under her breath, walking to face the camera. 2 male officers entered in the room. One had auburn hair, pale skin, green eyes, and evident by his sideburns, seem to take in great pride that he was the more experienced one here.

"Alright, chin up." he said, chest puffed out with gusto. He pressed a button on the computer and waited for a few seconds. His brow furrowed in confusion. "Ah, shit. It's not working again. New guy, what's your name?"

"Flynn Rider." replied the second male officer. He had slick back brunette hair, a goatee, and tan skin.

"Nah, shit. Seriously?" the auburn haired officer said. "You got a slick name."

"Thanks."

"Can you turn it on?" asked the auburn haired officer.

"I can certainly try." Flynn got of from his chair he was leaning and approached the computer. Looking around the circuitry, he scratched his hair and looked confused.

"Um...there's a chord over there. You think it might need to be connected?" she said meakly, pointing over to the chord that wasn't plugged.

"Shut your mouth and stand still." He attached the cord to the camera. "Got it." He then pressed a button on the computer. The camera bleeped for a second, before snapping a picture of Anna.

"Wait! I wasn't ready." she exclaimed.

The auburn haired officer ignored her, too busy typing away on the computer. A machine soon beeped into existence, printing a card out. Flynn grabbed it and gave it to her.

Anna looked at it. It was a picture of her, but with her face with a stupid expression: gaped mouth and wide eyes. On the bottom of the card spelled her prison number: 2246 - ARE. Great, she grumbled to herself, tagging the ID onto her shirt.

"Tough shit. Next!" the auburn haired officer sneered.

Anna muttered something to herself before leaving the room in a slump. Ursula was already there; her foot tapping impatiently on the concrete wall.

"Follow me again." she said again in her signature drawling voice. Anna resisted the sudden urge to strangle her. Increasing her prison sentence is the last thing she needed.

"Um...where are we going?" asked Anna, struggling to keep up pace.

"You sure ask a lot of questions."

"I am in a prison, after all." Ursula turn around with a squeak of her heels that she had struggle balancing was worth it and glared right back. It would be considered impressive or even a tad bit intimidating if it weren't for the fact that Anna was a good 2 inches taller than her.

"Don't get smart with me."

Anna only stared back in cold determination. She had to hold her ground here, and not be bullied into submission by a CO. After a prolonged staring contest, she turned her back and opened a door to her side. "Get in." Anna entered quickly without eye contact.

"Are you O.K.?"

Anna looked around. A thin, balding old man was sitting on a leather chair. This must be his office, thought Anna. Generic cabinets, plants, wooden stools, and a mahogany desk were the only things that belonged here. The only odd thing that stood out, in Anna's opinion, was the giant black, looming leather chair that the man is sitting on. Must be a compensation thing.

"Are you O.K.?" he asks again.

"I'm fine." Anna lied, taking a spindly stool and sitting on it.

"It's a pretty big case. Criminal conspiracy." he said, pulling up Anna's record and flipping through the pages.

"That was the charge. I carried a suit case of money. Drug money. Once. 3 years ago."

"What's the statue of limitation?" he said without looking up. Anna had the distinct impression that this person didn't enjoy his job.

"32 months. Yeah, you can imagine how angry I was when I found out. I was practically balling my eyes out when the police told me. And -" she stopped mid-sentence.

"Yes." he said, looking up finally. His piercing blue eyes bore into her behind thick, rimmed glasses.

"You know what, I'm just gonna stop talking because I'd just be rambling onward."

The old man smiled. His wrinkled face scrunched up a pleasant white raisin. He leaned back on his chair, crossed his arms, and gazed outside the window.

"And here you are. Costing the tax payers money. Sweating in my armchair. You know, I've been here for over 10 years, and I still don't have an idea of how this system works. I got 1 lady that in the kitchens that accidentally backed into her best friend that cheated with her husband that's doing 4 years, and another drug smuggler here in SHU that's doing 2 years. How does that work, huh?" He turned back his head and raised one of his eyebrows with concern. Anna was smiling and mechanically nodding her head back. "Um...are you going to barf?"

Anna shook her head, her pigtails were flailing around her head."I'm not going to barf. And what's SHU?"

"Security Housing Units. Colloquially, it would be known as solitary confinement. And are you sure? I'm going to be very angry if you're going to barf." he said, waggling his fingers as if disciplining his youngest granddaughter.

"I'm not going to barf." confirmed Anna, shaking her head once more.

"Anna, no one is going to mess with you if you don't mess with them. And they are lesbians." he added with a dramatic pause. "They'll try and hit you up. Just ignore them. You do not need to have lesbian sex under my facility here. Am I understood?"

"I have a fiance. He runs an ice business, and helps out with his families' reindeer one."

The old man's face soften up. A slight smile appeared. Homophobia, perhaps? "Oh, how nice."

"You just keep to yourself, and everything will be alright." he said, adjusting his small glasses perched on his looming, crooked nose. "Your cell block is at section 2B. Your guide is waiting for you at the door." He pointed towards the door.

"Uh...O.K. Thanks." Anna extended her hand. The old man looked at it with boredom, not sure what to do with it. Anna withdrew it. "Oh...sorry. That's somewhat inappropriate. Um...bye!" Excusing herself, she braced herself once more as she exited the room. The old man leaned back on his chair and smiled.

Anna was staring a woman that was the complete opposite of her previous escort. Snow skin, red lips, and a black haircut with vintage haircuts gave her the appearance of a princess. "Welcome to Arendelle Penintentiary. The names Snow White," she said, extending her hand, which Anna eagerly shook. "and I will be your new guide for the day. Follow me."

It was always good to meet someone of your age range, no matter the circumstances. If there was one lesson to take away traveling with Elsa, it was never judge a book by its cover. Anna quickly noticed an engagement ring. "Congratulations." she said, strutting side by side with Snow White.

"Oh, thank you! My prince charming is so nice and thoughtful - he's perfectly the greatest husband a woman can ask for."

"I'm getting engaged as well." Anna added with a slight swagger.

"Ooh, really? What's his name?" Snow White inquired while checking up on something on her clipboard.

"Kristoff - he's in the ice business."

"Ah, I see." said Snow White. Turning right to another hall, she led her to the bunker room. 5 foot concrete walls sectioned of different parts of the room. In each section are 3 bunks. Anna can only assume that this is where'd she be sleeping with the rest of her prison-mates.

"Here's your cell: section 2B." she indicated the one that was already occupied by 2 inmates. "If you have any other questions, feel free to ask around or go to Weaseltown."

"Weaseltown?"

Snow White giggled at her mistake. It sounded like a high school tween getting of at her first kiss. "I'm sorry." she corrected. "It's Weselton, but everybody calls him Weaseltown. He's the old man you just talked to."

"Why?"

"Last time a thunderstorm came and struck out all the lightning, Mr. Weaseltown," Snow White explained with an animated face. "locked himself inside his office and ordered his guards via the speakers to do all his dirty work. He was constantly stuttering and breathing rather hard."

"Yeesh."

"Yeah." Snow let out a long sigh. "Catch you around." She left Anna and went into her own section.

Entering in, Anna saw 2 woman. Both had their backs towards her, and neither were aware that another person was at their presence.

"What are you drawing?" inquired Anna, in an attempt to start friendly conversation.

"I'm digging a hole." said the woman, her back still facing. "It's not only represents the freedom of my escape, but rather the black void of the future of blue-collared workers in Arendelle in an industrialized, modern society." She turned around, revealing a woman of exotic Middle Eastern descent, with black hair tied into a long ponytail. "And a vagina. The name's Jasmine. And the girl over here - " she indicated to her left. " - is Rapunzel."

Rapunzel was a young woman in her early 20s (Anna suspected Jasmine was around her age as well). Bearing a short, brunettte pixie hair-cut, sharp green eyes, and a playful smile, it's a mystery as to how this woman even wound up in prison.

Then again, I'm here in prison as well...

"Seriously? Like the German fairy tail." Rapunzel nodded. "My name's Anna."

"Where you from?" she asks.

"I was born and raised here in Arendelle. You?"

"Corona, and Jasmine here is from Agrabah. What'd you do?" she asks again with a eager smile. She must be the chipper type, thought Anna.

Anna hesitated for a second. "Aren't you suppose not to ask those types of questions?" From what she gathered from watching cop dramas and movies, asking that type of question can make you the receiving end of the scorn of your prison-mates. Or a good ass-whooping. Or rape. Or all 3 combined, if that was even possible. Was it possible?

"Pfeh. You've been reading to go to prison?" interrupted Rapunzel, tossing her pixie haircut with her hair.

BBRRIINNGG

Rapunzel quickly flew to the left side of the room and stood next to her bed. Jasmine did the same in the center of the room. "Crap. When that buzzer rings, you make sure you're at your station. That's when there going to do a head count." Anna quickly followed suit, and made way to the right side of the room.

Flynn Rider entered in the room, counting both with clicks of his pen. "Hey - you're the new girl. Anna, was it?"

Anna blinked. Rare was the guard who actually remembered prison names, let alone used them (many go by the common denominator "inmate")."Yes..."

"Sorry about what happened back there." he said, leaning on the wall. "Hans could be a bit of a dick."

"I noticed."

"I like your tattoo, by the way." Flynn said, tapping on the back of his neck.

"Thanks."

"Hi, Eugene." chirped Rapunzel.

"Hey, Rapunzel." Flynn said, running his hair with his fingers. Walking away from the prison cell, Anna couldn't help but make out a slight smile on his face.

"Eugene?" she asked, bewildered by the alternative name.

"Yeah, that's his real name, but only I call him Flynn." explains Rapunzel. "Please don't tell anyone." she added, raising her hands.

"I won't. Promise." said Anna, pretending to zip up her lips with her fingers.

"Here." they said, handing her an odd assortment of goods.

"What's this?" Anna looked at what she's holding; a basic array of hygiene products such as toothbrush, toothpaste, slippers, towels; ect.

"Consider it a welcoming gift. Anything else you need, you'll have to go to the commissary to purchase it." said Rapunzel.

"You mean I have to buy stuff?" exclaimed Anna. She would have to ask over the phone Kristoff to mail her a check.

"That's how it works around here. Welcome to Arendelle Penitentiary." finished Jasmine as she went back to digging her hole.

...

"There. That should do it." said Oaken. He leaned back on his workbench to get a good look at his finished masterpiece.

"That's it? Only one session." said Anna, attempting to touch it, only to have Elsa pull her arm away from the place. "I thought tattoos like these require multiple appointments."

"Not for this artist." said Elsa. "He's really good at what he does."

"Wow. Thanks. Can I - "

" - see? Here it is." Oaken held 2 mirrors. Giving Elsa one, both positioned themselves in the front and back of Anna, giving her a good view of her neck. There it was: An intricate blue snowflake was tattooed, complimenting the fiery freckles that dotted her; the skin a bright sore pink.

"It's so beautiful." she softly spoke while admiring the work.

"You, " said Elsa. "look beautiful."

"Thanks. You look beautifuller. I mean, not fuller - you don't look fuller, but more beautiful." Anna began to stutter, but Elsa only giggled her adorable giggle that Anna always found cute.

"Thank you." said Elsa blushing slightly. She turned to Oaken to give him his payment. "Say, Oaken you never told me where you learned to do all of this."

"I learned it in prison."

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah. You can learn a great many thing in there. In prison, there's a fine line between boredom and insanity, and creativity," groaned Oaken, reaching down to catch a falling check. "can help you prevent from crossing that line."

"Which prison, may I ask?" said Anna, getting up from her stool to get a good stretch.

Oaken rolled up his sleeve. On his hairy forearm shined the code 2246 - ARE.

"Arendelle Penitentiary."

Yes, Hans is Pornstache here. Quite befitting, given that both of these characters are crafty sons of bitches.

Oh, and if you're confused as to the chronological order of Anna and Elsa's relationship, it goes like this:

- At 21, Anna meets Elsa at a bar in Arendelle

- 6 months in relationship, Anna and Elsa have sex; the latter tempting the former to travel with her

- 9 months in relationship, Anna gets a tattoo.

Good news: I've finished my chemistry prep classes, and passed with flying colors. As a result, I now have more time to write these sick, twisted stories.

Reviews and constructive criticisms are always helpful.

- V