One of you guys PM me about Anna being oblivious towards Aladdin's suffering as a prisoner. And to be honest with you...that's somewhat right. Anna may be selfish at this stage, but even then she isn't blind when her participation of illegal activities is causing someone's suffering. So, I reworked the last chapter to make her feel guilty about what she's been doing with Elsa. Feel free to check that out if you wish to, but it's really not that necessary.
Sorry for not updating early enough. Calculus tests tend to eat up a lot of time when you have to study for them. 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, Anna & Elsa have sex; the latter tempting the former to travel with her.
- 9 months, Anna gets a tattoo.
- 20 months, Anna & Elsa met Scar. Anna meets Aladdin and discover the effects of Elsa's drug trade.
So without further ado, I present:
Chapter 6: Mother Knows Best
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.
...
"Mom, I'm home." chirped an ten year old little girl. Shaking snow from her green plaid snow coat, she kicked of her shoes and hung her coat. Her nose, which was already tuned to the smell of chocolate chip cookies, was leading her towards the kitchen. Sliding towards the kitchen floor (her mother had recently installed new tile marbles and had buffed up the new wooden floor to a glossy sheen), she was greeted with the warm smile of her mother. Tall, brunette, and smiling with compassion, she gave her daughter a kiss on the cheek.
"Hello, ginger-snap!" She patted her only daughter's head with the affection only a mother can give to her daughter. "How was your day?"
Anna giggled. She loved it when her mother did that. It felt good. "It was alright. What about yours?"
The brunette walked back to her kitchen counter and dragged a bag of ice to the freezer. "Oh, you know me: just got back from grocery shopping. I must say, the Bjorgman's Ice Delivery Service are really fast with their delivery." She turned to face her, her hands on her hips. "A hand would be nice."
Anna gulped. What she was going to say wasn't going to be easy. She'd better start of with a different topic, then ease her into the hard part. "Mom, I have to tell you something." she tried to stay with a strong tone, but ended up more like a squeak.
"Sure, what is it?" Her back was facing towards Anna, peeling away carrots.
"I was hanging out with Aurora...and...we went to see a movie." stuttered Anna as she pinched the bottom hem of her dress. Her eyes began to dart around the kitchen tile, a habit her mother picked up.
"What kind of movie?" the brunette said, still maintain her pleasant tone.
"Orange is the New Black." Anna said quietly, her face hanging low in shame. "And...I saw Daddy...with another woman. And he kissed her." Anna quickly looked up to gauge her mother's reaction. Still smiling, she stopped peeling her carrots. Setting the knife aside, she turned to face Anna. Bending down so she was at her eye level, she adopted her stern mother face.
"Anna, you're grounded."
Anna's eyes widened with shock. "What?" she breathed.
The brunette quickly turned around and walked back to peel her carrots. "That is an R-rated movie. It's absolutely filthy with all of those crazy lesbian inmates doing god knows what behind all those prison bars, and you - " she pointed towards Anna with a thin finger. " - are not 17. " Anna's mother scrunched her face for a second, contemplating what she had just said to her only daughter. "Not that there's anything wrong with homosexuality, dear." she quickly added.
Anna couldn't believe her little ears. "What?" was all she could manage after continuously gaping at her mother.
"I did not give you permission to see that movie. How'd you even get tickets?" the brunette said, obviously beginning to get a little flustered. "I don't want you handing out with that Aurora kid anymore. That child is a bad influence on you."
"But - "
The brunette sighed. Letting out a sniff, she turned to face her daughter. "Anna, listen, my dear." Bending down once more, she raked a finger through her daughter's hair and cupped her face. "If there's an important life lesson to teach you, it's this: conceal, don't feel."
Anna was a bit confused. How on earth did this relate to what she had just said? Didn't mother heard a word she just said? "Conceal?"
Her mother nodded her head, as if relieved that her daughter understood such a concept rather quickly. "Don't feel. That's right. If anything's bothering you, all you have to do is just ignore it and smile away. Can you do that for me?"
Something inside Anna felt bad, as if she was having a tummy ache. Only this time...it was somewhere between her chest and heart. "But Dad - "
The brunette mother grabbed her daughter's shoulders and kissed her forehead. Her eyes were a glassy blue. Her chocolate fringes were splayed around her face, sweat sticking them to her forehead. "Can you do that for me? Can you conceal for your mother?" Her laugh parenthesis were even more pronounced as she smiled her trembling smile.
Anna's lip trembled slightly. "I...I can." Her mother let out a sigh of gratitude, lucky for having such an understanding mother.
"Good. Who knows what the neighborhood would've have thought. Now help your mother with some grocery. Your father will be here in 30 minutes."
...
Getting up from her bunk mattress, Anna had one thing swimming on her mind right now.
She had just dreamed about her mother.
Another one of those dreams. They just keep coming. Pretty soon I'll be flashing back to the time of my birth. What did she always tell me? Oh, yeah. It was -
Conceal, don't feel. Such a funny saying. Anna wondered how many times has that phrased been used in her life. First from her mother, and then Elsa. She marveled at the simplicity and flexibility of such a phrase. It was that phrase that kept her mouth about her father's adulterous life. It was that phrase that got her through most of high school.
It was that phrase that landed her in jail.
If only I've spoken up. If only I wasn't a selfish bit - bah! It's already in the past.
Getting up, she preformed her daily morning stretches, waited to be counted (this time, it was Hans, but thankfully quick and painless), the proceeded to the shower stalls in the bathroom with Jasmine and Rapunzel. Judging by the number of inmates left in line and in the stalls, Anna could only assume that they were the last ones in to take their showers.
Great...now all the hot water is going to be gone.
Jasmine tapped her behind the shoulder as the three of them waited to take their shower. "Hey, are you alright?" Anna turned around to see her with a face of concern.
Anna bit her lip. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"
Jasmine whispered, "After what I told you about..." She looked around, making sure no one was eavesdropping on their conversation. "...you know...you sort of took of and fled into the bathroom. We wanted to see if you were alright, but - "
" - we had to get to our workstations." said Rapunzel with a yawn.
Oh. That. Anna pursed her lips as she quickly thought of an excuse. "Oh, yeah. That. No, I just had...um...upset stomach. It's like you said: Tiana's cooking is going to take some time to get use to. Um...please don't tell her I said that."
Jasmine chuckled. "Don't worry, gingersnap. We won't." Anna closed her eyes at the sound of that nickname, but opened them up after a second.
"Anna, are you washing your hair today?" inquired Rapunzel, eyeing her inmate's hair with envy.
Anna shook her head, strawberry blonde locks flying around her face. "No. Why?"
"Would you mind if I do your hair?" asked Rapunzel sweetly.
"Yeah. That'd be nice." She turned around. One of the inmates just finished her shower. "Finally..." Entering in one of the shower cubicles, she flung her towel over the wall and turned the faucet. The familiar feeling of cold water greeted her half-sleepy face, slapping her to fully wake up. Her prediction came true.
Brrr...cold showers are definitely not my friends...
"Oooaahhh, fuck me senseless, you bitch!"
Anna turned her head around to the source of the location, as so did the other inmates. Leaning over her shower's wall, she see Pocahontas several stalls to her left on her knees, expertly eating away Snow White's womanhood with delicate licks and swift movements with her fingers. Her alabaster thin body (which had a pair of nice assets, Anna had to admit) was arched against the rusty beige colored tiles as water poured over her body, smearing her red lipstick and black hair over her face.
Pocahontas, on the other hand, was determined to make Snow keep quiet as much as possible, lest one of the female guards discover her...activity with another inmate. Every time Snow was on the verge of shouting or moaning, Pocahontas quickly got up to plant a silencing kiss on her lover. Her fingers still working her way down beneath Snow White's waist, Pocahontas would continually plant lighter and softer kisses every now and then until Snow got quieter.
Anna just stood their naked in her shower stall as she stared at the act of fornication before her, water still running.
Wonder how long it's going until my libido becomes like that. Just glad she doesn't have her attention on me...
Anna quickly washed her body, making sure not to splash water on her hair. She would have liked to used a shower cap, but Jasmine and Rapunzel were using theirs. Exiting her shower dried and with a towel around her, she looked at her reflection.
Still the same me as always...
Anna continued to gaze back at her reflection as Rapunzel expertly weaved her hair into twin braids. Her warm hands, weaving in between strawberry blonde locks, felt good on Anna's scalp. Anna notice that her nails were painted in an odd combination of purple and gold. "You like purple and gold?"
Rapunzel nodded her head as she continued to braid. "Yeah, yeah I do."
"Well...it looks good on you."
The brunette smiled. "Thanks. Who usually does your hair?"
"These days I do, but previously it was my mother."
"Well, give her my compliments. She did a good job. This look - " she waved her hand as she finished one braid " - seems to suit you really well."
Anna beamed at the compliment. She loved it when people bathed her with admiration for her strawberry blonde hair. It never got old. "Thanks. Moms know best, don't they?" Anna slowly began to realize what she had just said as the memory of yesterday began to flash through her mind. She had just seen Rapunzel get slapped by her own mother! "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean - "
Rapunzel giggled and smiled. "That's alright. I know what you mean." Finishing the last braid, she dusted her hands and placed them on Anna's shoulders. "There. All done."
Anna wowed in admiration as she examined her reflection. "Wow. This looks great. You should do my hair everyday. Thanks!" Giving Rapunzel a quick hug, she exited the shower stalls and proceeded to the kitchen for breakfast.
Just then, Jasmine appeared beside her. Having just finished her shower, she began drying herself. "Moms know best, eh?" the raven-haired woman said as she began putting her hair into her signature ponytail. "Who would've Anna of all people would use such a phrase, right?"
"Yeah." she whispered under her breath.
Jasmine stared at her brunette friend, sensing the inner turmoil of her brunette inmate. "See you in the kitchens." she said. She didn't want to press the situation any further.
Rapunzel merely continued staring at her reflection with a neutral expression, ignoring the woman beside her. "Yeah. See you too as well..." She was still processing what had just happened to her.
Mom. Knows. Best.
...
"You wanna know what I see in that reflection? I see a strong, confident, beautiful young lady. Oh, look. You're here, too."
Gothel was staring at her reflection, with a young Rapunzel right behind her. Rapunzel pouted, her eyes glaring at mother hurt.
Gothel noticed her daughter's glare. "Oh, stop it, dear." she said, waving a hand through the air. "Stop taking everything so seriously."
"Um...so...as you know, Mother, today is a very important day - "
Gothel interrupted her with a wave of her arm. Looking at her reflection, she continued to talk as she admired her reflection, pinching her cheeks to see if they weren't sagging with age. "Rapunzel, please, stop with the mumbling. You know how I feel about the mumbling. Blah blah blah blah blah, it's very annoying! I'm just teasing, you're adorable. I love you so much, darling. How long does it take to do you hair?"
"My hair?" Rapunzel looked at her reflection. "Only about 4 minutes. Could you please braid it like you usually do?" she said, combing her tiny digits though her waist long blonde locks. Light was streaming from the window, setting them with a honey warm glow and framing her 10 year old face like a golden waterfall.
"Four minutes? Ain't nobody got time for that!" she said with a wave of her arm again. After finishing inspecting herself in front of the mirror to see that she was satisfied with her reflection. Rapunzel was pouting her ever adorable pout. Her green eyes had a slight glassy look on them. This meant only one thing to Gothel.
"Oh, darling - I'm just teasing." Grabbing a stool, she plopped Rapunzel down (with a rather loud thump). "Alright. I'll do your hair."
"Yay! That you, mom - "
"Anyway, what were you saying? Something about today being a very important day?" interrupted Gothel again.
"Yep. Today's my birthday!"
"Congratulations. Here's your cake." said Gothel rather quickly as she (out of nowhere) produced an elaborate package shaped like a star. Flicking the plastic opening, she revealed a vanilla cake shaped like a star with golden strawberries all over it. "Anything else?" she added with a deadpanned tone and a bored face.
Rapunzel sat their, crestfallen, staring at her reflection. Sensing the enthusiasm of her mother, she mumbled "Um...no."
"Good." said Gothel curtly as she finished the last braid. "There. How does it look?"
"Beautiful."
"Anything else?" Gothel said with her hands to her hips. Rapunzel looked down at her toes, which were tapping on the floor.
The blonde scrunched up her face in concentration. "Well, there was this one thing?" she asked cautiously.
"And that would be?" said Gothel, raising a pencil thin eyebrow that was plucked within an inch of its life.
"I want to go outside."
"Let me guess: it has something to do with that festival that's being held tonight?" intercepted Gothel. Rapunzel nodded her head vigorously, her hopes rising. "The one called - "
"The Floating Lanterns Festival." concluded Rapunzel, bouncing off her stool with the energy of a hamster on its exercise wheel.
"Because they float lanterns in the sky. How original..." Gothem mumbled under her breath.
"So...can I go?" sweetly asked Rapunzel, bashing her eyelashes.
"No., Rapunzel. You cannot go. We've been over this a million times. It's better if you say with mother. That's why you're home-schooled. It's safer that way, my fragile little flower." said Gothel sternly.
"Yeah, but - "
"It's a scary world out there. There's ruffians and snakes and cannibals and people that kidnap little children." Gothel leaned down, her figure towering above her little blonde girl. "You don't want to encounter bad things like that, now, do you?"
Rapunzel sighed. "No, Mother." she said, crestfallen.
"Then you know why I say no to your request." said Gothel. Patting Rapunzel , she began leaving the room. Turning around, she added with a sweeter tone, "I know what you want to see attend that festival, but it's simply too dangerous. It's better to trust your mother on this. After all..."
"...mother knows best." Rapunzel completed under her breath as she heard the door quietly close. Reluctantly, she slinked back to her bed. Grabbing a book from a nearby stool, she began rereading her favorite novel once again...
...
"Here, I got you an extra tray." said Jasmine as Rapunzel entered the cafeteria and sat down next to her and Anna.
Rapunzel gracelessly accepted it. Today's breakfast: leftover steak and mash potatoes from last night. Completely mouth watering to the ear, yet unappetizing to the eyes. Yet food was food, and here in prison, it's whats going to keep you alive. "Thanks."
"You're welcome." said Jasmine.
"So anyway, as I was continuing..." proclaimed Pocahontas loudly as she fanned her hair.
"For the last time, woman, we don't need to hear another one of your sexual exploits. We're eating here, after all." sneered Jasmine as she speared a piece of meet with her plastic fork, resulting in a squelch sound.
"Girl's gotta eat, Jasmine." Bringing a spoonful of mash potatoes close to her face, she licked it of her spoon and name a slight moaning sound. "Maybe it's time you should fill your stomach as well." she added in a hoarse whisper. "I'll see you at outside." Getting up, she emptied her tray and exited the cafeteria.
"Some people can't do that without you yammering away of how you're gonna smash x girl's pussy." muttered Anna quietly as she tried to fill her stomach with breakfast. She was slowly getting acclimated to prison food, though it did require a strong mind from her end. Especially when sexual innuendos were constantly raping her ears. Lucky for her, the sound around her was the sound of munching food. The 3 ladies ate in silence for a while.
Jasmine got up and emptied her tray in the trash can. Returning to finish her milk carton, she downed it all in 1 massive gulp. "I'll see you in the yard." she said, slamming the empty milk carton on the table and throwing it at the trash can. "Yes", Jasmine hissed when it didn't miss.
Anna lifted a eyebrow. "Yard? Last time, you were - "
"My work shift for the day. Every few days, the inmates have to rotate their job stations. Some inmates have jobs while others have none at all. And today," said Jasmine, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "I pull the weeds. Tiana is an exception towards this problem, as she's the only good cook in this dump."
"Thank you." said Tiana, who just so happened to be walking right next to Anna and her friends. An awkward 5 second silence filled the table.
Rapunzel broke the silence. "Sooner or later - "
"I'm going to have to make it up to her. I know. I know." wearily said Anna. She hated it when people reminded her of her mess-ups. She already had enough of that with her mother.
"Anyway, I gotta go. If I don't be there out in the yard, pretty soon Pocahontas is going to be humping the yard. God, can't that woman control her libido for just one day." Excusing herself, Jasmine got up from her seat and left the cafeteria.
"So...how are you enjoying prison?" said Rapunzel while she was toying with her food. Strangely, she didn't feel hungry, but she knew that she was going to need energy for the upcoming task.
Anna beamed. "Adapting slowly. I have you and Jasmine to thank for."
"Anytime, gingersnap. Anytime." Rapunzel chewed on her steak, swallowed, then looked up. Anna was grimacing with eyes closed. "What, you don't like that nickname?"
"I just find it...weird, that's all." Sighing, she leaned in and whispered, "My mom use to call me that."
"Oh, I see." What are the odds, though Rapunzel.
"Say, Rapunzel..."
"You want to know how I got in here, right?" interrupted Rapunzel, to which Anna nodded her head vigorously. "Jasmine told hers, and now you're dying to know mine as well?"
"Yeah, pretty much. Got nothing better to do here till Kristoff's check gets here."
Rapunzel grumbled at that statement. "Enjoy the luxury. This week, my job entails me to go outside to fix the fence."
"Why?"
"To prevent inmates like us from breaking out of here, should they choose to make that foolish decision. Not to mention that some of the inmates keep seeing a chicken running across the yard. If there's any holes, I need to plug it."
Anna nodded. "I assume Eugene will be there?" she said slyly, twirling her braid.
"Yeah...how do you - "
"Lucky guess." Anna said, shoving mash potatoes in her mouth and smiling.
Rapunzel started at the young woman before her. She's only been here a little over 48 hours, and already she's picking up on subtle cues of human interaction...no doubt learned from years of...drug trafficking, right? That was her charge."Right. I'll tell you about how I got here...later." Getting up, Rapunzel emptied her tray and exited the cafeteria.
"Bye." chirped Anna as she finished her milk.
What an interesting girl that one is. Wonder how her past was like...
Rapunzel made a left at the corridor. Truth be told, she had no intention on telling Anna about her current situation, and how she wound up in prison. Jasmine was the only person that knew her entire back-story, and Rapunzel was determined to keep it that way. After walking down narrow hallway after narrow hallways, she finally came across her destination. Entering in the tool shed, she found that it was empty. Only thing that stuck out was a single piece of note attached to a pair of brand new gloves.
Rapunzel,
The old gloves were old and tattered, so I threw them away and bought a new pair for the prison. Hope you enjoy them!
- Eugene.
Rapunzel smiled as she folded the piece of paper and slipped it in her breast pocket. Slipping her hands into the new gloves, she gave them a powerful flex with her palms. Rivets of strong leather squeezed between her skin, creating both friction and a sense of protection.
"Thank you, Eugene."
I'm afraid from now on chapters are going to come out less frequently...and will probably be shorter as well. Academics; I'm sure readers can understand. 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