So in this chapter, be prepared to meet your favorite princesses in a prison industrial complex!

That being said, I present:

Chapter 4: Them T.V. Titties

"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."

...

I'd always loved getting clean.

Anna took of her towel and began to inspect herself at the mirror. Could use some work, but all in all, it's a work in progress. Kristoff always said that she could do modeling, but Anna wasn't the type to show of.

I love showers.

She stepped into her shower. It was a small cubicle with flimsy ceramic-tiled 5 foot walls that separated her from the other inmate. Small residues of mildew and stains Anna didn't want to think about dotted between the tiling. It had a very washed out pink texture,

I love baths.

She took of her towel and hanged it on top of the wall.

It's my happy place.

She turned on the faucet, expected to be greeted with warm, welcoming water.

Correction: was my happy place.

Anna led out a loud yelp as cold, merciless water slapped her across her face.

So this is the infamous prison shower...

Clutching herself, she shivered as the cold shower water rained down on her. Wiping her bangs from her brow, she felt her teeth chatter for several seconds before fully recovering from the initial blast. Bending down quickly to grab soap from her bathroom basket (souvenir from Rapunzel and Jasmine), Anna quickly began to wash herself up.

Every prisoner was entitled to 2 minutes each day of shower time, and depending on the time of the day you used it or how early you woke up, it could be either a cold one or a hot one. Needless to say, Anna learned that lesson the hard way.

As Anna was washing her breasts, she looked around. Water droplets may have clouded her eyelashes, but she could see pretty clearly what was going around her: woman from their late teens to late 20s of varying degrees of modesty, all waiting for their showers or already showering. Many of them wore faces of discontent and impatience. Some displaying their assets with an air of flamboyance, others concealing them with the tiniest amount of modesty they can muster. Rapunzel and Jasmine were the latter.

Turning around, she let water run through her backside. It felt strangely relaxing; the merciless icy stream massaging every aching tendon of her shoulder blades and seeping deep into the contours of her back. In the long run, she could get use to this...

"Damn, you got some nice ass titties."

Anna's eyes popped fast. Standing right before her was a fully naked woman. With dark hair, warm brown skin, dark eyes looking at Anna, and an armband around her right arm, there was no doubt in her mind; this was the same woman that displayed the obscene vulgar vaginal hand gesture right before Anna started her prison sentence.

"Those are some TV titties if I ever saw one." she said in a sultry tone, licking her lips and tossing her raven locks around. "All nice and firm and perky that stand up on their own."

Anna blushed. Quickly turning around, she hurried as fast as she could. It was uncomfortable being watched in prison, but even more so with her, of all people. her swaying hips were already unnerving as it is already.

"Your 60 seconds are already up..." she said, tapping her sandals on the cement floor as her eyes trailed on those freckles.

Anna turned of the faucet and stepped out of the shower, head hung down low from sheer embarrassment. "Sorry." she said meekly as she rapped herself under the towel. "Oh, wait - almost forgot this." Turning back, she grabbed her bathroom basket.

"Now get the fuck out the way, bitch." she said, stepping in the shower.

Anna quickly left the shower section of the prison and went to the other side with toilets. She looked at a mirror. Her face was still raw and red from the large amount of blushing and bloodflow, complementing the freckles that dotted her shoulders and cheeks. She was still young, healthy, and practically glowing with vitality. There was no dead gaze of hopelessness in her eyes, no dramatic loss of weight, no sullied demeanor clouding her sunny personality.

Drying herself quickly, she tied her hair into their signature twin braids. She may be in prison, but even she wanted to feel pretty here...even if it meant increasing the chances of another inmate hitting on her. Putting on her khaki uniform, she inspected her looks one more time before heading out to the hallways of Arendelle Penitentiary.

...

Kristoff was bored.

Scratch that - he was lonely.

Like, really, really lonely.

Spending the night alone at his apartment did had its fair share of advantages. For starters, this meant having more sprawl space. And not having to hear Anna's snores (which till this day, insists that she does not do) or wake up to strands of her hair falling from her head was really nice.

But in the end, it wasn't enough. The apartment was way too quiet for his taste, and the news of Anna's prison sentence seem to have hit Sven hard. Deep down, he miss her. He miss how her hair smelled like strawberries and watermelon. He miss how how the light danced from her teal eyes and set her freckles on fire.

He miss her sunny, vivacious personality, and how it made him into the man he is today.

Getting up from his sofa to grab a drink, he looked at his wall clock. Only 40 minutes left until his work shift starts. He was use to all of this, before Anna showed up that fateful afternoon. Years of slaving away all alone on that ice farm really did made him a bit of a loner. He didn't talk to a lot of people, and didn't need to. With Anna by his side, it was always a relief seeing someone greet him when he was at his house. She reminded him with his big family. Now that she's gone, he has nothing to look forward to when he gets back from work. And a whining dog isn't much company these days.

What else was he going to do? Shovel and harvest ice all day? There was a engagement party to plan, and soon a wedding after that, but such plans won't come through tuition until the 13 months expire, and even then Kristoff thought that Anna might need some time readjusting herself back towards society.

This is going to be a long year...

Kristoff went back towards his couch and plopped open his laptop, scrolling down through various links and articles, as if determine to kill his boredom.

Arendelle's latest recession sees slow recovery.

That can only be good news for my ice business.

Agrabah's civil war displace 20,000 refugees.

Ouch. Sucks to be them. Hope those people make it.

Idina Menzel's sophmore album hit top Arendelle Billboards 100.

Idina Menzel? That name struck a cord with him. Of course he remembers now. How could he not? She was one of Anna's favorite singers. Kristoff remembers fondly her adorable squeal when he presented her with concert tickets for her comeback tour.

"Here." Kristoff handed her a sealed envelope one hot summer afternoon.

Anna looked at it with apprehension. "What's this?" she ask, gingerly touching the package. She opened it, revealing 2 tickets to the upcoming concert of Idina Menzel.

"Are you serious?" she said, holding up the tickets delicately up to the light. "Is this for real?"

Kristoff can only smile and nod his head is silent. He liked it when Anna just gaped and gaped like a teenage girl. Her eyes were practically teal saucers.

"Are. You. Serious?"

"Damn straight I am."

"Thank you." said Anna, rubbing her face in Kristoff's chest. He liked his when she did this. "Thank you for this."

Krisoff stroked his blonde stubble as he leaned back on his sofa, fondly remembering that moment. A ringing cell phone promptly cut his daydream.

"Hello?" he said irritably through the speaker.

"A call from Arendelle Penintentiary is being made to you right now. Press 1 to receive or hang up the phone."

Kristoff raised an eyebrow. Has Anna got into a fight already? Who knew the feisty pants had it in her. He pressed 1 and listened intently.

"Hello?"

"Kristoff, is that you?" said a familiar, shaky voice.

"Hey, Anna. It's me, Kristoff...who's all alone...in the apartment. Anyway, what's going on with you? How's prison? Is the staff treating you well? How are the other inmates? Are they nice?"

Kristoff could hear Anna let out a sniff through the speaker. It must be nice, hearing someone you love worry and fuss over you. Truth be told, he couldn't be any happier to hear her voice again.

"Long story short, I've already been here less than 24 hours, and I feel like I already want to kill half the people in this dump of a prison." she said with a hint of menace in her tone.

"We can't have you doing that."

"Yeah, I know. I'll tell you more about it. But first I need you to so something for me." Anna quickly explained the purchasing economy within prison complex, requesting him to mail a check and wire an account for her while she's in Arendelle Penitentiary.

"I didn't know stuff like that didn't even existed." asked Kristoff.

"Oh, it does." stated Anna matter of factly. She then explained about visitation hours, and when Kristoff will be able to visit her.

"Reall? Next week?" Kristoff said. Despite trying to keep in voice calm, he was practically jumping in joy on his couch. He couldn't wait to see Anna again, even if it were a few hours. Even Sven felt his master's happiness, as he began wagging his tail in delight.

"By next week if all things run smoothly, which believe me, in a prison, rarely does. Still, one can only hope." said Anna."One last thing: if you can send your father my thanks, I'd really appreciate it."

"Will do. Anything else?" he asked.

"That'd be it. Kristoff?" Anna whispered. Kristoff imagine her looking behind her back, not wanting to show any strong emotion in a prison environment, with guards and inmates breathing down her neck.

"Yes, dear?"

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"I love you most." Anna hung up the phone.

Kristoff was practically bouncing off of his sofa and around his house. Sven was baring like crazy, his tail was wagging. Kristoff noticed and picked him up, only to then glance at his watch. Only 30 minutes till his shift starts.

"Snaps. Better get going." he said, kissing Sven on the forehead. Making sure that there was enough dog food on Sven's tray, he grabbed his coat and keys, and set out to the Arendelle morning.

...

Anna hung up the phone. The first half was done. Now all she needs to do was to convince the Warden to let Kristoff appear on his vistation rights. Shouldn't be so hard, right? What was his name? Weselton? Weaseltown?

She looked around her surroundings: nearly everybody was heading to a certain direction. Seeing Jasmine in a far distance, she increases her walking speed to catch up to her.

"So where are we going?"

"Lunch." replied Jasmine.

Anna's stomach grumbled. "Wonder what prison food taste like?" She didn't know any famous movie scenes or documentaries to draw reference from.

"You'll find out for yourself, princess." said Rapunzel, who appeared beside right next to her. "It'll take time getting use to."

"Well, here we are: Arendelle Penitentiary Kitchen." said Jasmine, arms spread out.

Anna looked around. She was having flashbacks of her old high school, as it was set up nearly identical to it. The baby-barf stools and tables, the pale tiles that coated the walls and ceilings, the florescent tubes of light that were hanging in the air - it was all there. They were key differences: guards in uniform patrolling by, watching them with intent eyes, making sure that no trouble would erupt. Oh, and the fact that this took place in a prison. A cafeteria line starting from her right led to the food station.

The line moved quick and without hassle. Occasionally Flynn had to bark at an inmate that was cutting in line, but that was about it. As Anna looked ahead of the line (she got their much later than the other inmates), she saw a variety of woman. Ranging from their early 20s to their late 40s, these were woman that all had a story to tell. Some had tattoos, others had wrinkles, while the unfortunate ones were starting to gray.

Each and every one of them had their own past and future. Their past, and the crime they chose to commit.

Once Anna got to the food counter, she gazed down. It was all standardized food you would find: eggs, hams, sausages, toast, dried peaches; ect. Edible, but Anna doubt that they held any real nutritional value for a woman to use. They came from questionable places, then frosted, then reheated again for prison consumption.

"Looks...appetizing." she said, gazing at all the food that was available for her. Her tone clearly matched her face, which was sharply reflected on the shield glass. A lunch tray suddenly crashed onto the top counter, containing toast, eggs, ham, sausages, and cut peaches. She looked up.

A young woman of African American features was looking back at her with a sarcastic smirk. Wearing a hairnet, her strong jaw and dimples couldn't hide away her feminine charm. "Thanks, sweetie." she sneered, revealing pearly white teeth.

Anna took the lunch tray. "Oookay. Who's that?"

"That's Tiana, the head of the kitchens. 1 simple rule to dealing with her: you don't mess with her..." Rapunzel said, grabbing her tray.

"...and she doesn't mess with you." completed Jasmine, completing her tray.

Anna looked around the room. "I see. Anybody else I need to know of?" Jasmine led the 3 of them near a table where Snow White was sitting. With a nod, she allowed the girls to sit next to her. Grabbing a bit of toast, Anna let out a squeal. "My God, does this toast taste like splooge." Struggling to swallow"Is all the prison food going to taste like this?"

"Pretty much. I've been here for over 2 months, and I'm still getting use to it." said Rapunzel.

Jasmine shrugged her shoulders. Tossing her long black, ponytail, she opened a carton of mild. "Don't worry, your taste buds will get acclimated towards it after 6 months."

Anna stab a piece of peach with her fork and held it within an inch for her face. "Bet these peaches don't even taste what they look like." she said, scrutinizing it with disgust.

"Well, they are other yummy pieces of fruit that offer better nutritional value." sand a voice behind her.

Anna got exited. Anything was better than eating this crap for 13 months. "Really? Where?" Turning around, she saw her answer take in the form the same woman that was naked in the shower.

"The name's Pokahontas." she said, throwing her long, black hair. "And the piece of fruit I'm referring to is - "

"People - it's breakfast." exclaimed an slightly impatient Snow White.

"Ooh, woke up on the wrong side of the bed, Casper?" Pocahontas sat right next to her, her face dangerously close to Snow White's. "Maybe...I can poke your hole...if you would like?"

Snow White looked back at Pocahontas, brows furrowed with disgust and contempt. "No thanks - I've already got a lover waiting for me."

"Really? What's his name? When do we get to meet him?"

Anna had to tune the conversation out because she had to focus on eating the horrendous breakfast before her. Spearing a piece of scrambled eggs, she scrunched her face, as if trying to plow through the horrendous taste of eggs in her mouth just to fill her belly. If she wasn't going to eat, then she was going to drop dead. She might as well get use to this food.

Snow White turned to her, evidently concerned with her well being. "Don't worry. It gets better."

"With pussy." added Pocahontas, a fork still in her mouth.

Jasmine let out a heavy sigh. She rubbed the bridge of her nose. "We get it."

Pocahontas stared back, fork still resting on her tongue. Jasmine returned the glare, resulting in an awkward 15 second silent staring contest. If invisible could be flying, then both Snow and Rapunzel would be feeling them at the moment. Anna was too busy digesting stale sausages that haven't been cooked properly.

Pocahontas broke the silence."How's Aladdin doing?" she said with a grin that would the Cheshire Cat to shame. Now the entire table seem to have gotten quiet. Jasmine's eyes narrowed, and her grip on her fork must have increased, as evident by the whitening of her knuckles.

"Don't even go there." she whispered with as much venom she can squeeze. She looked like she was about to stab her.

"Then stay out of mine."

"Of what? Scoring pussy?"

"A girls gotta eat in this environment." Pocahontas whipped her hair once more, accidentally brushing Snow White with it. "Would you not do the same?"

"I wouldn't." said Rapunzel, her head still down, as if trying to avoid the argument that was happening before her altogether.

"Well, I'm out." said Anna, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

"Wait, already?"

"That was quick?"

"Sometimes a quickie is good enough?"

"Maybe too quick. You alright?"

"I'm fine. I'm good. I just gotta do something. Catch you guys later." Smiling, she excused herself from the table. Returning back to the kitchen, she placed her tray back to a slot in the wall. A gloved hand came from the slot and took the tray but not before flipping her the thumb.

Anna could only stare back at the extended middle finger with a raised eyebrow. "The eggs tasted pretty good." Slumped, she quietly made her way over to the exit of the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" shouted Rapunzel.

"To Weaseltown's office."

Walking down the corridors, Anna leaned her head on the wall. The cold, peeling paint scratched into her scalp, but she didn't mind at this point. These people were crazy. How on earth was she going to survive in a place like this?

Of course, she met people like them. They reminded her of her past. Being in near them reminded her the time she spent with Elsa, traveling around the world. They were people who you wouldn't consort: drug pushers, murderers, rapists. People who could turn on you in a second if you didn't get on their good side.

And now, they're all here with Anna. Only difference is that she doesn't have Elsa's protection. Continuing walking, Anna now faced the front of Weselton's office door. She knocked 3 times.

"Enter." Anna did so. The office's signature mahogany scent greeted her. She took it in and savored, it was the only remaining link towards the outside world.

Mr. Weselton was sitting on his big, black, intimidating chair. "Ah, yes. Anna. Tell me: how is your first day in Arendelle Penintentiary?"

"Fine." Anna lied.

"Not getting into trouble, I hope?" Mr. Weselton adopted a more sterner tone of voice.

"Nope." She shook her head.

"That's good. You...alright?" Mr. Weselton asked hesitantly.

Anna nodded her head. "Yep. I need to ask you about something." She then proceeded to explain her ignorance of the prison system. That she didn't know that there was a commissary where inmates can go to purchase items they need. She told him about her fiancé, Kristoff, and how he was going to send a check to her prison account, and that it needed to be processed immediately in order her to live here without mooching off of other inmates. Lastly, she told him that she wanted to see him very badly.

"That can be arranged."

Blinking, Anna struggled to process what she just heard. "Wait, what?" That was it? No puppy-eyed innocent pleading she would have to unleash.

"I said," Mr Weselton, with a hint of a smile on his wrinkled face. "that that can be arranged."

"I see. Well, thanks!" Anna chirped. She wasn't expecting it to be that easy.

"Before you leave, I have something I want to say to you."

"Uh...OK."

Weselton leaned back on his massive chair, crossed his arms, and began to look at her. What was he looking at? Contraband? Marijuana? "You must be a very lucky girl. Having a future husband like that. Someone who could visit you on a daily basis."

Anna smiled as she fiddled with her twin braids. She was uncomfortable with people eyeing her like that. The vivid memory of her morning prison was still etched in the back of her mind. "Yes, he's a very sweet man."

"It's practically the envy of all of these women over there." he said, sweeping his arms around the room. Anna couldn't imagine why. Nearly all of them probably hadn't had a dick in them in years. Bet their pipes are clogged as shit down there. "Do mind your step and place within this prison society. And if you see any suspicious activity, you report them to me."

Anna raised an eyebrow. What was he secretly asking me to do: be a snitch? An inside ear for him to slate his curiosity on prison gossip? "Uh...OK."

"Was that all?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Was. That. All?" Mr. Weselton asked. Anna meakly nodded. He signaled the door.

"Phew - glad that's over with." Anna muttered under her breath. Opening the door, she heard Weselton call her name once more. Turning, she saw him with a stern face.

"Lesbians," warned Mr. Weselton, pausing for dramatic effect. "can be very dangerous."

"I'm sure they are. Thanks for the advice." Anna said with a slow nod on her head before closing the door behind her. Deep down, she was struggling not to sneer right back and yell 'No shit'. The first one she met took her around the world, and the ones she was meeting right now want to rip her apart. Below the waist.

Satisfied with having secured financial stability within prison, Anna began making her towards her cell. She began almost skipping, and though it would have probably looked weird from the perspective of a fellow inmate, she didn't care. She felt elastic. She felt jubilant. She felt whatever insert advance SAT word that stood for happiness.

She was going to see her fiancé once more. She could live in comfort in a hellhole like this. Hell, she might even enjoy the food in here. The inmates she could eventually befriend. Yeah, she could do this, she thought to herself as she made a right to the next hallway.

Then suddenly, out of no where, a gloved hand flew from the corner of the walls, grabbing her by the collar. Anna tried to yell, but another hand flew towards her mouth, quickly silencing her. She tried to fight back, but was quickly overpowered as she was take into one of the storage rooms.

Adjusting her eyes to the dark, Anna tried to squirm once more as she moved her head. She could faintly make out her assailant's face as she was being dragged from behind: auburn sideburns, green eyes, and a dash of sinister handsomeness.

It was Hans Westerguard.

"Let me guess." he cupped Anna's breasts with his gloved hands. Though a good deal of fabric (4 layers, if you count the bra, gray undershirt, khaki shirt, and Han's gloves) seperated his digits from her breasts, he expertly managed to locate the nipples and began pinching them; twisting them until Anna began to buckle down at her knees. "34C?"

All Anna could manage was a grunt. Despite not wanting him to give him the satisfaction, she secretly reveled being pinched and teased like this. Kristoff never touched her like this. It was always the same basic formula with him: turn of the lights, slip in the condom, missionary; ect. This was something else. Something exiting, something unpredictable.

Elsa was like that, too.

But this was sexual harassment, thought Anna at the back of her mind. This is nothing more than a power hungry guard abusing his power over a helpless prisoner.

"I can't here you..." cooed Hans as he sniffed her hair again. He began to insert his knee between her legs, slowly working up to her inner thighs.

"34C." she panted through heavy breaths; her eyes rolling back to her sockets.. Heat began to claw at her stomach. At this rate, she wouldn't be able to control herself any longer.

"What was that?"

34C" she repeated once more, although it sounded like a squeal.

Hans smirked as he slammed her to the wall. Anna's head thumped loudly as it pounded away as her vision got more blurred and darker. "I thought so - did you get them from your mother? Was she..." he paused as he started caressing the upper portions of her breasts. "well endowed as you?"

Anna didn't want to answer back to give him the satisfaction. All she could do was suffer in silent as she inhaled the concrete wall and the plastic paint that was so close to her face as he took his sweet, long time. She grimaced as she let him feel her most intimate private parts, his slimy gloved hands all over her.

This man before her (or on her, however you look at it) is not a man of the law. No, he is one of the lowest forms of life: a thug, a brute who uses his position for power to bully those who are weaker than him for pleasure.

Elsa use to wear glove hands.

"I'll take your silent as a yes. Those are some quality breasts you got over there." "Almost A-list celebrity type." Hans must have had his fill of enjoyment, because his mood swung a complete 180. Spinning Anna around, he caught her by the throat and slammed her to the cleaning shelf. Anna's body hit the numerous shelves as bottles of bleach and laundry detergent shook violently.

Hans green eyes bore dangerously close into Anna's teal ones as he licked his lips. "Now you listen to me. I don't know what you mumbled about me when I took your picture, but I don't appreciate you disrespecting your superiors, got it? I've got a job to do, and I don't you need it making it any hard."

"I'd appreciate it," Anna grunted through her teeth. "if you can manage to do you job properly. How hard can it be? Just bark out orders and take a couple of pictures. Easy, rig - " Anna's words were cut short by a sharp slap by Hans.

"We're not going to have an attitude problem, are we?" said Hans, who was now approaching dangerously levels of malice and intent. Anna could see her reflection on his eyes.

"No." she whispered, struggling to hold back a sob. She wouldn't dare show any weakness towards her enemy, especially if there the ones that are sexually harassing her.

"What was that, I can't here you?"

"No." Anna repeated again, slightly louder.

"No, what?" he asked in a condescending tone.

"No, Officer Westerguard." she said even louder.

"See? That wasn't so hard." Letting go of Anna, Hans looked outside the stained window on the door. Verifying that no one was around, he grabbed Anna by the collar and flung her through the door. "Now get out of my sight before I report you to Warden Weselton."

Anna quickly recovered herself and proceeded to march back towards her cell. Even in prison, she learned that appearances mattered as she wiped away the tears that were beginning to spill. As she walked down the long, narrow empty corridors, she thought about what she just felt: strong flashes of her previous relationship, and hot flashes between her nether regions. She grit her teeth: she hated what she just felt. Guilt, self-loathing, and pleasure all rolled into one ball; it was eating away her heart out.

But the most gut-wrenching idea that slipped towards her mind were the fleeting flashes of Elsa. She hasn't seen Elsa in over a year. Why now? Of all places to be thinking of her, why here, in prison - one of the most unromantic places in the entire place? Anna shook her head. She didn't know what to think anymore. She couldn't make heads of tails of the feelings she just felt right now.

A white dot fell upon the window. She looked outside. It was beginning to snow. Anna could see her breath on the window as she leaned on it, massaging the snowflake tattoo that was on her back.

Already here for a week, and she doesn't know who she'll become once she gets out of here.

Reviews and constructive criticisms are always helpful.

Oh, and quick question: how should I continue writing the chapters? Focus more on Anna and Elsa's past, or expand the prisoners? An equal amount of both? Please let me know via PM.

- V