Damn. Over 6000 words. Don't I spoil you bastards. Chapters are going to be a bit late, as semester starts, and my delicate GPA can't take another C in my college courses. Here's a recap of Anna and Elsa's relationship in chronological order:

- 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.

Oh, and in this universe, Arendelle is in USA - specifically the northeast.

Chapter 5: The Scars of our Past

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.

...

Anna closed her eyes. Sweat was rolling from her forehead, coating her strawberry blonde bangs. Rolling up the cuffs of her khaki blue sweatpants and red button up t-shirt, she stretched her arms once more, letting her body take it all in, allowing her senses to overwhelm her very core.

A rock jutted out from her plateau, offering her and Elsa a view that few can only imagine they would see in film. Or on the internet (it was always better to see things up close). Behind her was a cavern, sitting underneath the base of a large rock formation. Their caravan was parked right beside it.

The smell of the wild savanna around here smelled powerful and intense, with (what Anna thought) hints of cocaine lingering in the air. But most suffocating of all was the intense heat of Pride Rock, baking her already tan skin to a warm orange crisp. Only Elsa seemed to be immune to such UV radiation. Lucky bitch, Anna thought.

A bug landed on her cheek, its presence bothersome and irritating. Anna swatted it away with a lazy hand, then took of her baseball cap.

Elsa leaned on her shoulder, wearing matching khaki jeans, a black button up shirt, and a savanna straw hair. Her platinum blonde hair flowing in the wind. "That tattoo looks good on you." She rubbed her nose into Anna's shoulders.

Anna rubbed her neck; the blue snowflake tattoo standing in sharp contrast to her freckles. "Yeah, Oaken really did a good job with that. Remind me where he learned this?"

"Arendelle Penitentiary. Wasn't that in your city?" Elsa answered, snaking a arm around her waist.

"Yeah, but I'm sure as hell I'll never go there." said Anna, reaching down to hold her cool arm with her freckled one. "No with you by my side."

"So was this worth it?" asked Elsa.

"What?" Anna said, eyes still glued to the savanna below her. It was like looking at a 60" plasma screen TV right in front of you.

"That delay at the Kenyan Airport?"

Anna blinked. "Oh, that?" She understood what Elsa meant by that. She was referring to the fact that their luggage didn't show up on time, and that they had to wait for nearly 2 hours at the airport, waiting for it to show up. Needless to say, Elsa got a little worried when her "cargo" didn't show up on time.

"Yeah." said Elsa.

Anna turned around to face her and said, "Totally." This view...no...this entire trip has been worth it. Anything with Elsa was worth it.

It's been almost 2 years (20 months to be precise), and so far it's been a magical ride. Calling it a fantasy would be an understatement; it was pure heaven. Corona, Maldonia, Norway - exotic places were traveled during the day. Most of the time, the hours were spent either shopping, eating, visiting important historical monuments, or a combination of all 3 at the same time. The nights got even more fun. Occasionally Elsa had to shut herself alone in the apartment to deal with her contacts, which left Anna ample amount of free time to explore. But she understood that it was a necessary sacrifice for both of them.

Both girls have seen the impossible, and done the questionable. But it didn't matter to the both of them. Elsa was doing well with her drug smuggling business, and Anna even managed to gain a sizable loyal fan base on the internet when she blogged about her travels.

So when Elsa asked her to come with her to Pride Rock so that she could physically report her progress for her boss, Anna jumped at the opportunity. It didn't matter where she was going, it only mattered that she was going somewhere with Elsa. And that was all that mattered.

So here she was: in Pride Rock.

"This is nice." Anna said, breathing in once more. "Great view, too." Elsa silently nodded her head; she couldn't agree more. The view was absolutely spectacular. She could see as far as the horizon, from the lush vegetation that dotted the landscape around her to the gorge over to her right at the distance. A wide diverse range of animals frolicked below her.

"It looks like it's about to rain." said Anna. Elsa looked up as well. She was right. The clouds were getting darker and faster, and she could have sworn that she heard a crackle of lightning in the distance.

A bug landed on her cheek, tickling and irritating her once more. Swatting it away, Elsa placed a cool hand on her cheek as she planted another one.

"Come, lets go meet Scar."

...

Anna opened her eyes. The annoying fly on her cheek wasn't a fly. Looking upwards, she saw what it actually was: a leaking tile from the ceiling of Anna's cell.

Wait, cell?

She looked around. It then dawned on her: she was in prison, surrounded my women who've made wrong choices in her life. Just as she did.

The intense powerful smell of the savanna was gone, replaced with something that smelled like a combination of dried cement and something sterile. Replacing the cool gusts of wind that set the grass to motion and tickled her skin was a very itchy blanket and a pillow.

Man, this place must really be going down the crapper.

After wrestling with the thin paper sheets, she got up and looked around. Other inmates were beginning to wake up, some just stirring from their sleeps, others folding their blankets. Jasmine and Rapunzel were just stirring from their side of the cell as well.

She had dreamt about Elsa. She hasn't done since she's been dating with Kristoff. But why here? Why now, of all places? A small drop of water handed on the back of her neck, landing squarely on her snowflake tattoo. Her two inmates were finally awaken.

"Morning, you two. Had any sweet dreams?" said Anna. This was her second day in prison, so she might as well start the day of on a positive note.

"None here." said Rapunzel, through heavy eyelids. Stretching, she struggled up to remain conscious. As evident by her puffy red eyes, she didn't get much sleep last night.

"Yeah. I dreamed that I was in Agrabah." said Jasmine, combing her hair with a brush.

"Really?" This piqued her interest. Despite all the traveling she did with Elsa, she never went to Agrabah. Elsa would never explain why, but Anna expected it had something to do with her international laws and the risks of getting caught.

Jasmine nodded her head. "Yep. This was before the civil war broke out over there." she said in between brush strokes. Her hair was a thick wavy black, which demanded an enormous amount of time to untangle. Anna could relate to such a problem to an extent. Only Rapunzel was spared from such a task.

"I take it that you're an immigrant?"

Jasmine nodded her head again. "Yes."

"And...what was it like over there Before the civil war?"

Jasmine finished brushing her hair. Setting her comb down, she paused for a few seconds. "Oh, really nice. Well, before the civil war broke out. Back then, it was completely different compared to what's being pumped through mainstream media outlets here."

"I see." said Anna, merely absorbing what she was hearing. She didn't want to start a political debate with her fellow inmate. The last thing she wanted a friend turned against her, or heaven forbid, a knife planted on her shoulder. She already has enough drama on her plate at the moment.

"So who's Al?" she asked innocently.

Jasmine quickly tensed up. "What?"

"You keep whispering that name in your dreams." she said nicely.

Jasmine eye's narrowed. How did she know that? Rapunzel knows about her past, and only in small pieces of it. "You've been spying on me?"

"Well, it was her first night here." interjected Rapuznel. "Of course she's going to be a tad bit restless. What did you expect?"

"Thank you." beamed Anna. Rapunzel sleepily smiled back, struggling once more to stay awake.

BRRNNGG

Anna looked up. The alarm on the side of the wall just glowed wall. She knew what this meant. Standing right next to her bunk ,she waited to be counted of.

To her utter dismay, Hans came strolling by her cell, whistling a tune, pen clicking by his side. He gave Jasmine and Rapunzel a curt nod before turning his head towards Anna. "Inmate." he sneered at her, eyes clearly leering at places where they shouldn't be.

"Wester - " curtly replied Anna, but stopped mid word, remembering her little incidence with him yesterday at the cleaning storage. "Officer Westerguard."

Hans only smiled his sick smiled before walking out of her cell. Both Rapunzel and Jasmine seem to have caught that little interaction.

"What was that all about?" asked a curious Rapunzel.

Anna could only shake her head in disgust. The complete irony of it all is that such a horrendous and heinous act took place in a cleaning storage closet. Anna fantasized for a moment when yesterday she could have had her revenge by dumping bleach down Han's throat. "I'll tell you about it later." she said with as much contempt she can muster.

...

"So...is this what you told me about it?" asked Anna, eyes glowing with anxiety as she descended down the elevator ride slowly. The metal box was descending its way downward into the lower chambers of Pride Rock. Who knew that an elevator was here to begin with? Anna was starting to feel uncomfortable about this. In fact, a twinge of doubt was starting to creep inside of her.

Elsa, on the other hand, looked calm and rather exited. "This is it!" A ding went up, signalling the ride to stop and the doors to crank open. "What do you think?" she said, stepping out to guide Anna's hand.

Definitely not what Anna had imagined. Stepping out of the elevator, she found herself in a room that Anna was sure what the movies she watched called a meth lab. It's certainly had the air of a busy and professional business, and the shady atmosphere of an illegal one. Tubes, beakers, and measuring equipment were all either being displayed or being used for a variety of experiments; many filled with exotic liquids.

Bags of suspicious looking white powder, moss-like substance, and (what Anna could make out from a distance) crystals were stacked in neat rows, some already in their suitcases. Wads of cash were everywhere, littering the floor.

Anna ran her hand up a chain that dangled from the ceiling. She looked up. Light was coming from the top, streaming from cave holes. The entire place was dim, so portable batteries hooked to lamps were turned on, brightening the place even more. "Looks...cozy." The entire place had a very industrial feel towards it, as if it's sole construct was to make a profit. No love or craftsmanship when into creating or brightening the place.

Elsa nodded her head, oblivious to her hesitation and uneasiness. "Sure is. Scar!"

"Ah, there you are, my dear." said a baritone voice with a rich British accent and a hint of African mixed in it.

Stacking at 6"2 with broad-shoulders and a sleek velvet pinstripe suit, Scar came into view. Tan skin and eerily yellow eyes seem to complement his feral appearance, and a significant amount of scars seem to litter his hands; the most prominent of which over his right eye. Whether scar was named because of his actual scar on his right eye or his feral appearance, Anna didn't want to know.

"And who is this lovely bird you've snagged?" he purred, eyes roaming all over Anna.

Elsa didn't seem to mind as she swung an arm around her. "Well...her name is Anna, and she's from Arendelle."

Scar's took her hand to kiss it. Anna's skin crawled; she can only imagine where those lips have been. "It's a pleasure to meet you, my dear. Elsa talks quite a bit about you."

"Oh, I would certainly hope not." replied back Anna. Scar raised a thick, black eyebrow.

Elsa cleared her throat. "Anna, dear. Go and have a look around. This'll only take a few minutes."

"Um...are you sure about this?" she asked back. Usually, she was comfortable walking alone and exploring in the daytime without Elsa. But here, in an international drug smuggling meeting, she felt uneasy about being here. It's as if something was pulling her stomach in the opposite direction - away from this place and into somewhere more...safer.

Somewhere with Elsa.

Elsa continued to smile her gorgeous smile. "Don't worry - you'll be fine. Just don't touch anything." She turned her back on her and went to talk with Scar in another section in the chamber about her profit margins.

Anna sighed. Looking around, she realized that she was all alone now. The sound only left in the makeshift hideout were the water dripping from the stalactites.

A tarp to the left side of her, yellow in color, was jutting out oddly from the rock formation that it covered, and...billowing in the wind?

Wind? That shouldn't make any sense. Looking around, Anna saw no wind source nearby. They were no holes or air conditioners (due to Anna's sweating) and she's too far down for the wind to take any effect below here. They were no fans here, and the temperature is still stifling as it was back up.

Deciding to investigate, Anna approached the yellow tarp and pulled on it. What it revealed made her nearly scream in shock.

A young man was being chained to the wall with steel cuffs. His emancipated thin features, torn clothes that consisted of a purple vest and white baggy trousers, and scars all his torso violently spelled out one notion: that he was here as a prisoner, tortured, and experimented on.

"Wuuahhh. Help me." he croaked.

"Oh my God. Are you alright?"

"Water." he croaked once more. His lips were parched and red. Anna quickly grabbed her water cantine slung over her shoulder and pressed it on the prisoner's lips. He happily drank it .

"Who did this to you? Did Scar did this to you?" she asks while he continued to drink away the water. It was almost gone, but she didn't mind at this point.

The prisoner stopped drinking and asked, "Who's Scar?"

"He's the -" Anna stopped herself before completing that statement. If she told him about Scar, she could possible implement both Elsa and her. The prisoner was still staring at her with bloodshot eyes, expecting her to answer his question. She decides to change the subject. "Never mind. How did you get here? We need to get you here."

"You can't. It's already too late for that." he said, trying to pull away from the shackles that held his arms to the wall. Anna noticed that his wrists are bleeding. "But I can tell you about my story, and how I got here. If I do, will you promise me one thing, miss?"

Anna swallowed. For all know, he could be lying through his teeth, but then again...does he have anything to lose right now? "I can't guarantee anything, but I can certainly try."

"Tell me that you'll do whatever you can to use my story for the greater good. To stop mad men from destroying families and ruining countries?"

"Countries? How? In what way?"

"Where I come from, there is a civil war going on at the moment. I'm sure you've heard of it?" Anna nodded her head. "Good. What most mainstream news outlets won't tell you is that it's not only being fueled by rampart bureaucratic corruption, but also by drug trade." spat the prisoner with a venomous tone in his raspy voice.

"How?" Anna wasn't aware of the socioeconomic consequence of drug trafficking. For a lie, this sounds pretty well rehearsed. Then again, what does a man have anything else to do when he's shackled up to a wall?

"Drugs destroy the family. A broken family results in a broken economy. I'm sure you know what comes next."

"It leads to war." said Anna grimly.

The prisoner chuckled. "Right. I was originally suppose to take the sultan's daughter's hands in marriage, but I was framed and kidnapped by drug traffickers."

Anna gasp. Could this man be telling the truth? "Do you know who framed or kidnapped you?" she asked tentatively.

"If I had to guessed, it'd probably be Jafar. Ever since I met him in the High Courts, he has always struck me as someone who wanted power. No doubt this this," "was all his orchestrated. I suspect that he had assistance from other third parties. Most likely drug smugglers, as Jafar has always been accused of illegal smuggling, but the charges were always dropped."

"Where is he now?"

The prisoner sneered at the thought of that. "He's the 'de-facto' sultan, watching away as his people slaughter each other while he sits high and mighty in his palace."

"Wow..." Anna could only manage to say that after a long silence.

"Now I rot here, alone, with no freedom or love." The prisoner began to shift his weight accordingly, his legs equally bruised and scarred. "I miss her so much. I miss her raven black hair, her large exotic eyes, her personality."

Anna closed her eyes. So much tragedy to have fallen in one person, and for what? Power, prestige, and woman? Could all of this be true? "I'm so sorry for all of this. What's your name?"

...

"So...this is what you've told me about?" Anna said, looking at the line behind her. They were quite a few women, many with crossed arms and tapping feet.

Rapunzel nodded. "Yep. The commissary here is where you get to purchase all of your stuff. Personal hygiene, candy, even a Nintendo DS."

"Really?"

Jasmine stepped up in front of the exchange. It was a essentially another room, but with a fancy glass window separating the prisoner from the inmates. A revolving hand slot was fitted within the window, allowing whoever was working on the other side to give the requested item to the inmate. "Yeah. Even comes with its own charger and stylus. Um...I'll take those q-tips over there." Jasmine leaned over to the desk, pointing to the items she requested. A second later an officer handed Jasmine her q-tips.

"I wish I can buy some stuff." Anna said glumly, looking at all the wide array of goods from her side. It was filled to the brim with what regular people would find (and take for granted) at their local superstore, but to Anna, it was everything she needed in order to survive here. At least a friendly officer was there, as Flynn was on the other side, smiling at her. Anna smiled back.

"Don't worry. You said that the check will come in several days, right?" asked Jasmine. Anna nodded glumly nonetheless. Her statement was only half-correct. She was assuming that everything would be processed in time, which, by Anna's experience, was most certainly not the case. From what she heard from the other inmates, it could be 2 whole weeks before she gets to work here...no doubt bogged down due to prison industrial complex politics.

The work shifts were an attempt by the Arendelle government that was recently put into motion. Prisoners of all different sizes and shapes go and do work ranging from manual labor to fixing electronics. Anna thought that the lucky ones were the ones that get to drive out of here to pick up wares and cargo, but as Rapunzel pointed out, they were usually the ones targeted out of envy and jealousy.

"Don't feel too bad. When I got here, I couldn't purchase stuff for 3 weeks." said Rapunzel.

Anna's eyes widened. "Yikes."

"I know!" She turned to the window before her. "I'll take that lotion over there, please!" requested Rapunzel with a slight bounce on her foot. Flynn smiled at the cute movement of the prisoner before her.

"Here you go Rapunzel." he said, handing her a pink lotion bottle.

Rapunzel popped opened the lid, and took a sniff. "Smells like strawberries. Thanks, Eugene." she said. Anna could have almost sworn that she was batting her eyelashes.

Anna took notice and elbowed Rapunzel on the sides. "So...I noticed that he didn't call you inmate...like he was suppose to?"

Rapunzel rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up."

"ARGH! Are you fucking kidding me? You know I need that lotion badly! FUCK!"

The 3 turned around the hallway to see an elder woman yelling at Eugene, his face impassive towards the verbal abuse he was being shouted at. The woman in question had curly black hair that fell like ringlets that fell past her shoulder, and an aging gaunt face that (to her credit, Anna thought) was aging rather gracefully.

Anna watched slowly as the woman looked at the 3 of them and spotted the lotion in Rapunzel's hand. She began marching forward. Anna watched in shock as the older woman slapped Rapunzel directly in the face, then walked in between them, her shoulders bumping into her. That was totally uncalled for, not to mention completely rude! "What the heck was that all about?" Anna was about to give that woman a piece of her mind when Pocahontas grabbed her shoulder, her head shaking sadly.

"Let it go." said Rapunzel, quietly rubbing her cheek, which was still beet red from the raw slap. "That was my mother." Anna's eyes widen like saucers.

And I thought I had a dysfunctional relationship with my mom...

"I'd rather not talk about it."

Anna only nodded her head silently. If she was uncomfortable, then it's best not to pry the situation any further. She turned to Jasmine, eager to change the subject. "So...who's Al?" Jasmine grimaced at the sound of his name. "I mean, if you're uncomfortable with telling me, then I understand."

"No. No. I'll be happy to tell you. Let's go to the library so we can talk in private." She made a right towards the hallway. Opening the wooden doors, she said, "Welcome to Arendelle Penitentiary Library."

Anna whistled. For a prison complex, they certainly outdid themselves at this section. Bookshelves 18 foot high covered all the walls, and even ladders had to be used to climb all to the top. Can you believe that? Ladders? Despite having no tables, the room was littered by beanie bags and cushions. There was plenty in reading light, as evident by the glass tiled windows on top that streamed an ample amount of sunlight. Anna did wonder how Mr. Weselton was managing the finances of this establishment.

The 3 walked into a secluded corner at the far end of the library. "Here. Let's make ourselves comfortably private." Grabbing several beanies and cushions, she laid them on the floor in a comfortable position so all 3 can be facing each other. Jasmine took a deep breath as she rubbed her temples. Anna knew this look to well. It was the look that Kristoff does when he's trying to reveal a big secret, which weren't that many to begin with.

"Well, as you know, I come from Agrabah. The place currently right now is in a shit hole of a civil war. The head sultan is Jafar, but everybody knows that - "

" - he's the head of a corrupted state who watches from up high as his people slaughter each other." finished Anna. She liked to keep up with modern trends, even in prison.

Jasmine nodded her head. "Yep."

"Now the main question: how am I connected to this?" Jasmine explained, expecting Anna to ask this. "Well...you might find this hard to believe, but I was the daughter Sultan Hamed."

Anna was not expecting that. She whistled. "Wow...so I'm standing - I mean, sitting before royalty." She began to bow before Jasmine, only to have her raise a tan hand to stop.

"That's correct. But I'm done with all of that formal nonsense. Anyway, back on track." Jasmine said. Anna thought she had probably rehearsed this. "At that time, Jafar was the counselor, seeking my hand in marriage. I had no doubt that all he wanted was power, and a shiny trophy wife to show of to all of this friends."

"I knew in my heart of hearts that he was always a bad egg. There have been charges against him in the past. Sexual harassment, kidnapping, murder, drug trafficking, prostitution, you name it. But the witnesses always change their minds at the last time."

"He really is." Rapunzel added. Anna smiled.

The raven haired woman continued. "Jafar is a man use to getting his way. I don't know how he did it, and I don't have proof of it anymore, but I have no doubt in my mind that he increased the illegal drug flow into Agrabah."

Anna politely nodded her head. Rapunzel was laying back on her cushion, playing with her bangs. No doubt she's heard this story as well.

"Why did your father, Sultan Hamed, still keep him after all this time?" asked Anna.

Jasmine smirked at that question. "Rapunzel, tell her."

"Jasmine's father was a benevolent fool, insisting on seeing the good in someone when people and evidence suggested otherwise." explained Rapunzel. "Stockholm Syndrome, most likely." she added under her breath.

Anna was stroking her chin. This was starting to sound eerily familiar. "I see, and as a result, the drugs destroyed the family. A broken family results in a broken economy. Broken economy leads to war."

Jasmine raised an eyebrow. "That's...correct. You seem to know an awful lot about what's going on in there." Picking up a small cushion to the right of her, she held it close to her chest. "How did you - "

"I traveled." Anna stated simply.

Jasmine's attention was still on the cushion. She was starting to sniff, and blinking rather rapidly. Anna let her have her time.

"Anyway...I had a great love. He was always there for me. Would always lend me his shoulder when I felt low. I have planned to marry him, but Jafar shot those plans out of the way. Haven't seem him since. Don't know whether he'd dead or alive."

Anna gulped. She was starting to fit the pieces together. Slowly, the memories of her past deeds were starting to surface in. Biting her pink lips, she could feel the tension in the room as her nails dug into her palms.

Could this woman really be...no. That's impossible. What are the odds of those happening? Like, one in a million, right?

"I see. And your father? The sultan? International news said that he went missing, but - "

" - dead." Jasmine spat.

Anna could only stare as the woman before her continue to tightly hold the cushion onto her. She could relate: everytime she felt down, she always wanted ot hug something. It was a mechanism to hold onto something stable, especially when the world around you is going into shit. "I'm...so...sorry. "

"Don't be. You are not responsible for the actions of mad men." Jasmine said, her voice muffled under the comfort of her cushion.

"And the part where you wound up in prison? And you said something about you not having proof anymore."

"Oh, those two come in hand to hand. Jafar had his men sent to 'get me'." Jasmine said, pulling air quotes. "I fled the country, and wound up as a refugee in Arendelle. As a result, I had to give up my last name to maintain my incognito status, and the leave the evidence back home in Agrabah."

"And the part where you landed in prison?" Anna asked tentatively. It was a taboo subject after all, especially within the confines of prison. Nonetheless, she wanted the woman before her to continue talking about her past. She had to get to the bottom of it all.

Jasmine leaned on the bookcase behind her. "Oh, you know the generic story: this recession doesn't bode well to many refugees. I had to resort to stealing to keep my ribs from meeting my spine. I got caught, and here I am. Serving my sentence. I'm lucky I have 'Punzie here to keep me company." Rapunzel smiled as she leaned into Jasmine. A long pause followed after that statement.

Could it...could it really be him?

"What was his name?" Anna said, after a long silence.

Jasmine blinked. She was unsure what she had just heard. "Huh?"

"What was his name?" Anna repeated.

It couldn't be him. No, not him.

"His name?" Jasmine paused, licking her lips. "His name was - "

...

"Aladdin."

"Aladdin." Anna repeated. What an exotic name. Though considering that this was a foreign name, that shouldn't surprise her at all.

He nodded his head, black hair bouncing of light. "Yep." Anna turned her head. She could have sworn she heard mumbling and footsteps on the other side of the cavern. She turned back to Aladdin.

"I have to go, or else I'll get caught." she whispered.

"Do not forget me!" Aladdin whispered back as Anna pulled the tarp over his cage. Turning around, she made sure no one was behind her. It was a good thing the large stalagmites and wooden crates covered her position. Elsa was just getting out of the office with Scar; the latter having a devilish smile on his face. This can only spell out good news towards the both for them...right?

"Hey, where you've been, feisty-pants?" Elsa said, carrying a duffle bag stuffed which was, in Anna's mind, no doubt stuffed with heavy wads of money.

"Oh, just wondering around. What about you?" lied Anna with a cheeky smile.

"Just had some dealings with Scar." said Elsa. She turned to Scar. "So...are we all good?"

"Hm? Oh yes, very good. The profit margins are being met. Keep this up and you'll be in due for a promotion." Scar said with a grin that showed off his remarkable canines.

The blonde beamed at her girlfriend. "Isn't that good news, Anna?"

Anna nodded her head. In her mind, all she could think of is what Aladdin had just recently said. Could he really be telling the truth? Was his story for real? For all Anna knew, that could have been made up! Pretending to feel exited, she let out a loud squeal. She had to act natural in this situation.

"Absolutely wonderful!" Grabbing her hair, she plants a kiss on her cheek. Elsa squealed with delight as she did so. "Just as long as I get to spend more time with you."

"You see how I spoil this girl over here?" Elsa said to Scar as she ran her fingers through Anna's strawberry blonde hair. Scar merely nodded his head in silence.

"Bye Scar!" said the two waiving girls as they approached the elevator. Scar waved back as he went back to the office.

As Anna leaned onto Elsa's shoulder, a lingering thread of doubt and guilt threaded her heart. Was this potentially her fault? If Aladdin's story was true...if it did hold weight...then could it possibly be her fault if she didn't speak up about it? I mean, she had just recently just discovered about it...after 20 months of exotic traveling.

A green light glowed, indicating that the elevator had finished its ascent. Stepping out, Anna and Elsa entered into the baking heat of Pride Rock once more. Despite the soaring temperatures, it was still stormy, with lightning rumbling at the distance and thick raindrops pounding the the ground. Anna turned to her girlfriend and looked at her.

Her flaxen tresses were already blowing across the wind, with some strands damp from raindrops. Her pale face showed no stress and heavy burden, and whatever they were to begin with were covered with makeup.

"Hey Elsa?" Elsa grunted. She was still admiring the view before her, her arms outstretched as she allowed herself to be drenched. "Can I ask you a serious question?"

Elsa smiled, spinning on the spot with her arms placed behind her back. She turned to Anna. "Of course. Anything with you."

Anna pursed her lips, then asked, "You...aren't involved in anything other than drug-dealing, right?"

Elsa's smile faltered slightly. She began to furrow her brows and tugging the ends of her black gloves. "What do you mean by that?"

"Like, that's all you do, right? And Scar as well, right? Only drug-trafficking?" Anna continued.

"That's all I do. I've known Scar for long time, so he trusts me with all of his information."

Anna nodded her head as she comprehended what she just had heard. "Oh, O.K. then. Great!"

Closing the distance between the 2, the blonde grabbed her girlfriend's hand. There was concern in her blue eyes; her eyebrows raised in concern. "Anna, what's this about?"

Anna smiled. She loved it when Elsa got concerned. It was completely adorable. "Nothing. Just nothing at all."

But deep down inside of her, she knew that it wasn't nothing. This was much more than something. This was everything. This could potentially change her entire future.

What have I gotten myself into, she thought.

...

"Aladdin."

Maybe I heard that wrong...right?

"I'm sorry?"

"Aladdin. His name was Aladdin."

Oh...my...God. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! This can't be it! This can't be happening to me!

"You want me to spell that for you? You seem a bit pale."

"'Punzie's right. Anna, are you feeling well?"

Anna was began to blink rapidly. "I..I have to go. Bye!" Excusing herself, Anna fought back tears as she quickly exited the library.

What have I done? What have I become?

Slamming herself towards the doors, she ran through the hallway until she arrived at the prisoner's restroom. Making sure no one was in the stall, she plopped herself on a (clean) toilet and began holding her trembling self.

Was what she had heard? Correct? It seemed all too inconvenient for all the puzzles to fall onto her.

No! It's completely impossible. No way can all of that happen...right?

Anna crawled in a featul position as she began rocking back and forth. Her knees trembling, she tried to stable it with a weak hand, but it didn't work.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Was this all my fault. Why didn't I believe Aladdin when I saw him? Why didn't focus on people other than me? Why was I so...so...stupid.

And then it came crashing down on her: like an avalanche of epiphanies, like a hailstorm of truth, like the cold dagger in her heart, she realized that it was her fault. The puzzles fall on their own. And the final jigsaw piece? That she was going to be in this prison for a very long time because of her selfishness and inaction.

And there's no one to blame but herself.

She tried to muffle her sobs and runny nose by burying herself in her sheets. She didn't want to be heard, in case somebody came in to a stall right next to her. After all, she did read from a book that showing weakness in prison practically meant social suicide. Reaching out to grab a roll of toilet paper, she tore several blocks and silently blew her nose.

She made the choice to follow Elsa country to country. She made the choice to go to Pride Rock and be a witness of the deeds Elsa did. She made the choice to watch idly as she Elsa the means which have torn families and countries apart. Sitting idly buy, she did nothing but saturate herself in a privileged lifestyle of traveling and shopping.

She could have used her journalism degree towards documenting and investigating something news worthy. Instead of posting and blogging about her travels online, Anna could have documented the increased drug trafficking she witnessed. Shined a light on a dark part of the world to make it a better, brighter place. In another world, she could have used her journalism degree for something far more nobler.

If it wasn't for me and self-absorbed actions, Aladdin would've been freed. Agrabah could have been a better place. And Jasmine wouldn't have to end up in here.

They were so many opportunities where she could have made the right decision. She could have done so much more with her life.

Thinking about it long and hard...maybe...she could have even changed Elsa. But how, when you're getting to know someone? Someone who showed you a whole new world, and all you had to do was turn a blind eye. Blackmail? Bribery? Seduction? No. None of those options wouldn't have worked, especially the 3rd one.

Deep down in her, she feels guilty. It wasn't the lavish lifestyle, the drug smuggling business, or the fact that Elsa made her turn a blind eye.

It was the fact that Anna let Elsa do that to her. Elsa practically made Anna her slave. And she enjoyed it.

And now? Her first true lover was gone from her life. As soon as Anna broke up with Elsa, Anna broke all contact with her. As a result, Anna hasn't her in over a year. Her current whereabouts are unknown. For all she knows, she could be back at Pride Rock, continuing Scar's drug business.

But here in prison, none of that matters. There is no opportunity here in prison. It's being wasted under the bars of an industrial prison complex. Anna scoffed at the complete irony of her epiphany.

After finishing blowing out her nose, she threw it on the toilet and flushed it away. Exiting the stall, Anna walked to a sink in front of her to examine her reflection. Her eyes (she didn't have makeup on her at the moment) were red and puffy and tears were drying from her cheeks.

Looks like the past isn't in the past. It'll always come back to you to bite you in the ass when you least expect it to. All that's left is the serve your time...and let accept that fact that you've made a mistake.

So yes, Pride Rock is located in Kenya. And yes, the civil war in Agrabah are a reference towards the civil war in Syria.

Reviews and constructive criticisms are always helpful. If you spot and grammatical errors or story/logical inconsistencies, please feel free to let me know.

- V