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SHU = solitary housing unit (or solitary confinement)

Chapter 11: Valentine's Day

"Tiana, I'm so sorry for your loss." Anna said softly, patting Tiana's head and placing it on her shoulders. Noticing a metal pot near her the stove next to her, Anna opened the lid, revealing a familiar smelling broth. Grabbing a nearby wooden spoon, Anna dipped it into the soup and inserted it into her mouth. Immediately, a wave of flavor enveloped her senses as her mind flashback to her first memory with Elsa. The first time sparks flew between them. The first time she met her without her knowing her dark side.

"Tiana?"

"Yeah, Anna?"

"For what it's worth, I think your gumbo tastes really good."

Tiana looked up from Anna's shoulder, tears brimming with sadness. "You really mean that, Anna?"

Anna patted her back, smiling right back. "Yeah. Yeah I do."

...

It was snowing.

Mr. Weselton was frowning from his massive plush armchair as he gazed through the window. Through the dotting snowflakes dotted on the window pane, Weselton could faintly make out the front yard of Arendelle Penitentiary, which has been completely covered in a sheet of white. From the inside of his warm, comfy office (complete with a roaring fire), it looked barren, dry, and completely inhabitable.

He never did liked snow. It got all over the place, and it made him looked like he has a bad case of dandruff. Arendelle was always known for its erratic weather. One moment its sunny. The next is drizzling rain. Then sunny. Then snowy. It was always changing its mind.

He didn't like such nonsense. He liked consistency in his schedule. Things have a natural way of progression. Any stray deviations should either be confronted or weathered through. As a result, it was his job here as warden to make sure everything fall into place. That means all rules have followed, all regulations have been met, and (most especially) all prisoners would be punished if necessary.

A knock came from the door.

"Enter." Mr. Weselton grunted.

Flynn opened the door. "I got her just as you asked, Warden Weselton." he said, stepping into the office as he brung along an inmate in handcuffs.

"Ah, thank you, Flynn." Mr. Weselton clasped his hands together as he took a good look at the inmate before her, trying to dissect little bits of information about her. The inmate, while extremely attractive herself, looked rather bored, as if walking into the warden's office was just another day for her. Her calm porcelain features hid any distress or emotions she may have experienced during solitary confinement. Instead, her blue eyes did all the talking, examining every little detail in the room as the two orbs bounced from Weselton to the window to Flynn to Weselton back again, who still was in the process of examining her.

She was literally a walking juxtaposition: one moment a docile inmate, the next an unruly who violently put another inmate in the hospital for provoking her. The guards themselves were just as surprised when they heard the commotion. What surprised them even more was when they witnessed her clean up the mess, apply first aid to the inmate she knocked out, and willingly volunteered herself to go to SHU.

Weselton led out a long hum. From his two decades working in the prison industrial complex, he had never meet any inmate like her. It was if she didn't fit into any archetype or hierarchical prison social ladder. Or perhaps...she isn't trying to. Perhaps she was, in the end, another deviation that needed to be put back in place.

No matter what.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Mr. Weselton opened his filing cabinet, withdrawing a piece of manila folder and acclimating himself with the inmate's history. "I see that this was your first time during SHU. Am I correct in saying that?"

The raven-haired inmate nodded very slowly, backed straightened perfectly with raised head.

"Not a very pleasant experience, now is it?" sneered Weselton. He had witness numerous violent and unruly inmates been sent to SHU and returned with their spirits shattered and their wills crushed. With this inmate before him, it was hard to tell. The inmate shook her head this time.

"While you were down at SHU, you'll be happy to know that a new inmate joined Arendelle Penitentiary. The nature of her charges are very similar towards yours."Mr. Weselton looked up, getting a good look at the inmate's face. "Looks like you two will have a lot of talking and catching up to do on Valentine's Day, of all places."

If there was any reaction before him, it happened instantaneously. Her blue eyes dilated ever so slightly underneath black locks. A strong, chilly gust of wind swept the room, blowing out the crackling fire out. The two men looked around for the source, as they were no open windows or ventilation shaft in the room.

That's odd...why do I suddenly feel chilly all of a sudden.

Flynn let out a cough. "Um, sir, what about the...you...know..."

Warden Weselton raised an eyebrow. "Hm. Ah, yes. That will proceed accordingly soon this afternoon. Till then, make sure everything is in proper condition. Inform the other guards via radio as well."

Flynn Rider nodded his head. "Understood." Taking his leave, he begin radioing the other inmates with instructions.

Weselton turned to face the raven-haired female before her. "Inmate, you're excused. Be on your best behavior."

"I'm sure we'll have plenty to talk about." she whispered, serene eyes dilating as she rubbed her sun-tattoo on her neck.

,,,

Anna rubbed her neck, sore from last night. Turning back, she could see her snowflake tattoo reflected clearly from the mirror on her neck. A powder of freckles dusted her backside as well, trailing around her shoulder blades and disappearing underneath her halter-top.

"Am I really that sore from last night?" Anna muttered to herself. She knew being bounded, gagged, and played with like a new toy for 4 hours straight would be tiring for her body, but she had no idea she could wake up this exhausted. The sound of Elsa whipping her back while admonishing Anna with her Russian accent still rang strongly in her ear.

Elsa came into view of the mirror, torso bend around Anna as she snaked her way from behind. "I'm surprise that you're even walking," Kissing Anna on the shoulder, she said in her Russian accent, "Thank you for the dinner last night."

Anna giggled as she blushed, looking to her right. As much as she enjoy her "sessions" with Elsa, they took quite a substantial physical toll on her. More than once they had to take breaks for fear of pushing Anna's limits. She was, after all, still a beginner towards the act of copulation. Nevertheless, she was eager to learn. Eager to experiment. Eager to play.

Eager to love Elsa in every considerable way possible (positions including).

For the past two years, Elsa has been her entire life. Her rock to navigate throughout the world. Plucked from some restaurant in downtown Arendelle (she heard that it's been shut down due to rat infestation), Elsa took her around the world (and numerous hotel beds). She has seen and traveled places many would dream, but few would ever get to do. Days passed by, blurring into weeks and months as if time was melted into 1 seamless river.

Anna gave everything to Elsa. Her life. Her future.

Her virginity.

Yet for every piece of information Elsa knew about Anna, the red-head knew next to nothing about the platinum blonde. She rarely spoke about herself or her past, and any inquiry about the topic Elsa quickly changed the conversation. Instead, Elsa distracted Anna with an extravagant lifestyle. A lifestyle that was slowly beginning to eat her up inside, after what she personally saw in Pride Rock.

Til this date, Anna never told Elsa about her exchange with Aladdin, nor did she delve further into her international drug smuggling career. Any attempt usually ended with a garbled mess, prompting a raised eyebrow from Elsa. What truly kept her mouth shut was sheer guilt. After all, what right does she have to judge the woman behind her kissing her collar bone right now? Indirectly, Anna herself profited from the suffering of others. She herself in intertwined with this as much as Elsa is, hands stained in cocaine or not.

Which brings Anna to her point.

She turned to face Elsa, freckled hands cupping porcelain ones. "Elsa, we need to talk."

"About what? About last night when you screamed my name so hard when I pinched your - "

Anna shook her head, twin braids flailing around her head. She let out a sigh. "It's about you're asking me to do."

"Oh."

It all started with a simple question : "Do you want to smuggle some drugs?"

At that time, Anna didn't realize the impact of that question, nor the magnitude of her consequences. In fact, she was too busy eating chocolate off of Elsa's bare chest, not even paying attention to such a request. Only after a repeating did the inquiry finally sink in. Immediately, estrogen levels fell as concern and guilt sprung upward from her consciousness. Not just for her, but towards Elsa as well.

Anna shook her head. Shaking Elsa from her back, she looked out the window from her motel in DunBroch. "Elsa, I don't know if...I can..." Anna begin, worried about her future. The memory of what she had discover from Pride Rock resurfaced as if she was there yesterday, reflecting right back at her. The rolling green hills here in Scotland did little to distract her from her talk with Aladdin.

Elsa looked at Anna, eyes wide with concern. She could tell when Anna got a bit flustered: the way she played with her hair or bit her lip. The evidence was all there. She just needed to be calmed down. Taking her hands, she held them by her slim waist, she cooed, "It's all fine. It's all good. Everything will be fine. You'll just be shipping some drug packages from here to Corona."

"Elsa, I'm not sure if I could do it. What if we get caught?" And what of the people that this can hurt?

"I never have, and neither will you. DunBroch has practically the laxest airplane security." Elsa replied confidently. Leaning in, she whispered, "Conceal. Just don't feel. Don't think, just do, alright?"

Anna stopped and paused for a minute, mouth open at what she had just heard. Those where the exact same lines her mother have echoed during her childhood when she found out about her father's unfaithfulness. They were the words that have gotten her through childhood. Surely it can get her through this as well.

"Alright."

...

"Alright. You got this?" asked Tiana from the bottom steps of a ladder.

Anna carefully reached until she was able to pin the paper banner on the far end on the wall. "I got this." Applying tape on it, she let out a satisfied smirk as she climbed down from the ladder.

Tiana looked around the cafeteria. Today was Valentine's Day, and in celebration of such an commercialized American holiday, the inmates took it upon themselves to decorated the cafeteria with red hearts and glitter. Toilet paper was added to compliment the red, diversifying the scene with a new color. Ignoring the fact that this took place in a women's prison, it was a rather jovial time altogether.

Tiana looked around, whistling. "Wow. It's amazing what you can do with a pair of scissors and red construction paper. Oh, and thanks for helping me serve punch with everyone here today."

"Anytime, Tiana. Anytime." said Anna.

"LADIES, LISTEN UP."

A raspy croaked erupted from the entrance of the cafeteria. Ursula came in with Hans by her side, with (to the displeasure of Anna) Hans by her side, carrying a large box of letters, cards, and envelopes. "When I call up your name, come here to receive your mail."

Inmates went up to the two officers as there name was called to received their package. Anna was surprised to hear her name come up.

"You're a very lucky girl, Anna. I hope that he remains faithful." whispered Hans as he handed Anna an envelope. Anna made the wise decision of not puncturing out his eyes out with her nails.

"So what did your fiancé get you?" said a curious Snow.

Anna tore the letter apart with one clean swipe. "Well, we're about to find out." Opening the letter, she read:

Anna,

It's your unruly manly blonde hear. Just wanting to let you know that I'm holding down the fort (and what I mean by that is that I'm doing ice delivery business). Sven misses you as well. It's quite depressing looking at him always whimpering about and sniffing your jacket. Sometimes I'm forced to talk to him just to help him sleep. I'm practically reduced to a man that's resorted to talking to his pets! Oh, the shame and humility of me.

But enough about me. What about you? How have been the last few days of prison? Are you making new friends? Please write back soon (preferably in ink, and not in someone's else's blood.

Have a wonderful Valentine's Day, Anna. Avoid all fights with the inmates. Don't get in trouble, and don't kill anyone.

Love,

Kristoff

P.S. What do you want me to do about your online blog? People have been hounding you with questions since you've been inactive for almost a year.

Letting out a sniff, Anna dabbled the corner of her eye with her prison shirt. She could not believe how lucky she is to have such an amazing guy like Kristoff. Even here in prison, Anna was still receiving the support and love from him. "Heh. That's my fixer-upper, alright," She turned to Snow."Where's yours, Snow?"

Snow tossed her black hair, an air of nonchalant surrounding her. "My prince charming is busy outside of here, preparing our future together when I get out of here. So I understand if he forgets once in a while."

"Oh, I see." Thinking back, Anna soon realized Snow never elaborates who this prince charming is, or what it is that he actually does. Most of the time Snow waxes upon on how kind and sweet he is to her, but she never specifies those actions. Either Snow must think that she's the luckiest girl in the world or she's in over her head and needed to be placed in a straitjacket.

"Consider yourself lucky yours is out there outside, still alive." Jasmine muttered glumly under her breath, joining the girls.

Pocahontas patted Jasmine on her back, leaning on her shoulder. "Ah, don't look so glum, Jasmine. They're plenty of men here in prison to sleep with."

Rapunzel sharply turned her head. "Hey, Eugene is taken!"

Jasmine chuckled, amused at the subtle jab. "Like who? Warden Weaseltown? I don't mind mind older men, but I kind of like a nice head of hair if you don't mind. His toupee is WAY off-putting."

"Wait, he was wearing a wig?" asked Anna, unaware of such a fact of the Warden.

Jasmine nodded, black hair bobbing up and down. "Oh, yeah. If you look closely, his toupee is slightly off-center by a couple of centimeters. Plus it tends to move quite a bit when he nods his head up and down."

Pocahontas began to look around until she spotted the only male supervisor that was in the room. "What about him? Sideburns?"

Jasmine looked at Hans. "Not bad looking, but he's a completely foul human being." Tall, good posture, and excellent oral hygiene behind a sickening smirk. Any girl outside of prison would have been smitten by him. Here in prison, he's a completely different animal.

"It's Valentines Day. You know how he is on this day." Pocahontas said.

"How is he on this day?" Anna asked, curious about Han's history.

"He's on his man period." whispered Pocahontas.

Hans certainly looked angry as he did, leaning on the side of the wall and playing with some sort of trinket in his hand. Upon a closer gaze Anna soon realized that it was a necklace composed of individual snowflakes, refracting light in brilliant ways. What was a man like Hans doing with such a beautiful gift? No doubt it probably was a gift for his girlfriend or some other foolish girl that got close to him.

Anna saw an inmate walk up to him and asked who is it for. Despite the considerable distance between Hans and Anna, she have sworn that she heard something along the lines of 'for someone very special, but she died today when I was young'.

Letting out a sigh, Anna shook her head and looked around. Seems like everyone here had a tie with this holiday. Women of all demographics went about and bickered about love. Some talked about their future loves after prison while others reminiscence about their past relationships. One woman even threw her card to the trashcan and began talking smack about men in general, receiving a glare from Hans.

Men...can't live with them. Can't live without them.

Except for her. She lived with a woman once. The woman.

Her very first woman.

Anna looked down at her letter from Kristoff, fingers tracing each letter as if she could feel Kristoff's hand grace over them. Tucking it away in her front pocket, she walked towards a nearby window and peered through its shower of snow as she sadly remembered her past relationship with Elsa.

...

"Anna, does it look like it's about to snow?" Elsa said, gazing through one of the many windows in their hotel (4 stars, of course). A charming view of the city before them: small German cottages dotted the rolling green hills as one large particular castle loomed above them. "Here, in sunny Corona of all places?"

Anna stepped from the kitchen with hands crossed over her chest, visibly distressed and unusually silent as she refuse to answer the question.

"Anna?" Elsa said, turning around to face her.

"Elsa, I was so scared. What if we were caught?" Anna said softly, visibly distressed from her very first time smuggling drugs.

Passing through the numerous terminals and security checkpoints in DunBroch posed no trouble at all. The flight had gone smoothly without any delays or problems. Retrieving the luggage, however, posed another problem. The package containing the drugs had not arrived yet, and as a result, the two had to wait until another plane came from DunBroch at the airport for a total of 4 hours.

Elsa maintained her calm throughout the entire ordeal, formulating every plan and detail, and even went as so far as to plan an escape route. Anna, on the other hand, was visibly stressed and shakened, no matter how hard Elsa try to calm her during the smuggling. Having been doing this for some time, it was natural for Elsa to lie to authority and weave her way through security. After all, Scar taught her those things. The scared redhead had no experience in such matter.

At last their respective briefcases came through the assembly line, and with it, permission to finally leave the airport. Elsa suggested that they go sight-seeing, but Anna requested that they go directly to a hotel. One that's far away from the authorities. The car ride was unusually quiet for the most part.

"Well, it's a good thing that we weren't. Scar said that bag was worth $50,000." She looked at Anna, who was still visibly unnerved for what she had done. Elsa took it upon her walk up towards her and hold her hand, alabaster fingers snaking across freckled ones. "Hey, let me take you out tonight. How does that sound?"

Anna smiled curved ever so slightly. "That sounds lovely."

"Would you be up for a trip to China as well?"

Anna nodded, always exited to travel to new and exiting places. Of all the places she wanted to visit, the Orient ranked pretty high on her list. "Of course, I would love to go there. Where will we stay?"

Elsa chuckled slightly. "At the airport. We can get there and be back here in Corona is less than a day. Hell, we won't even need to stay in a hotel."

"Um...why?" asked a confused Anna.

"There's a shipment I have to make soon, and there's a limit onto how much luggage a person can carry with him or her. That's where you come in." explained Elsa.

Anna blinked several times, stepping back to register what she had just heard. The weight of Elsa's answer hit her like a ton of bricks, and with it, the epiphany of what she had gotten herself into. An endless cycle of drug shipping and human profiteering, and Elsa had just used her for such purposes. She had just directly engaged in such an action.

Now she was going to do it again.

"I assume that's the reason why you asked me to smuggle drugs in DunBroch?" she said darkly.

"Yes." Elsa answered cautiously, baffled at Anna's quick change of mood.

"Elsa, I thought that you meant that we we're going to go to China as tourists." Anna then added with a whisper. "Like normal people."

Elsa pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing at Anna's stubbornness. Why did she fall in love with a straight girl at the time? "I need for you to do this. I have deadlines to complete, and I don't have anyone else to turn to." she hissed, jabbing a finger on her chest.

"Really? Scar doesn't have any extra henchmen lying around? I specifically told you at the airport that I would never do that ever again." Anna walked up till she was directly in front Elsa, with only a few inches before the two women. "Is this what I am to you? Another drug mule?"

"I am swamped with the workload I'm given with at the moment, in case you haven't noticed." Elsa walked around the room, gesturing towards the various briefcases filled with illegal substances that two early twenty-year-old women would normally be associated with. "The very least you can do is lend me a helping hand!"

"By smuggling drugs to unstable regions of the world and ruining lives and the people around them?" Anna said, arms flailing about. She was about to grab a kilo when Elsa swatted her hand away.

"Hey, don't touch that!" Elsa said, eyes glaring with protection and suspicion. "And I have no idea what you're talking about."

"When we were in Pride Rock, I met a someone who was literally chained up to a wall INSIDE a cell underneath one of the tar mats while you went to have your private chat with Scar. He told me about the civil war in Agrabah, and how drug trafficking played a role in it!"

Elsa let out a snort. "And just like that, you believe him? Unbelievable. Look, Anna. I know that you're a nice girl and all, but sometimes you're just too naive and trusting."

"And is that a bad thing?"

The platinum blonde raised her eyebrow. How did Anna not see the whole irony of situation. "What 'thing'? Oh, you mean the fact that we're here in a 4 star hotel in Corona? I don't question my orders. There's a supply and a demand. I just do what Scar tells me to do, and I get my paycheck at the end of the day. The paycheck which, in case you haven't noticed, has funded our entire 2 years together around the world!"

Anna winced at that accusation. It hurted even more now that it was said out loud. Venom laced with a dash of truth always inflicted the most pain, and they're usually the hardest to get rid of. Because it was true. Anna's freckled hands were first in money that came from drugs. Now they're in both money and drugs. And in the near future, possibly blood and war.

Did Elsa knew about Aladdin? Did Elsa know about the civil war that's currently brewing in Agrabah? Was she aware of the millions that she could have maimed?

Was she aware of the world that she introduced to Anna? And its potential harm?

"Well, not anymore, Elsa. I'm done. I can't do this anymore. I can't be a part of your world." Anna said with firmness.

Elsa eyes widened with shock and elation. "Are you serious? Where're you gonna go?"

"Back to the States. Back to Arendelle." retorted Anna calmly.

"What will you do without me?" Elsa asked.

Anna huffed at such a simple question. Did Elsa really think she was lost without her? Her online blog would serve some other purpose, but other than that, she would have to start job hunting back in Arendelle. "Uh...pick up after myself. Find a job, like normal people and not be associated with a drug smuggler."

Elsa grimaced, eyes upturned with ironic amusement. "Oh, is that how you see me now? Nothing but another drug smuggler?"

Silence sliced through the air, deafening the two of them. Each of them were staring at each other, hard with a blazed looked on their faces with chests heaving rapidly. Anna had to take a step back for a minute to give Elsa one scrutinizing look. Truth be told...she doesn't know the answer to that question. Elsa herself was an enigma herself. A 1000 fractals-sided ice sculpture that always reflected different parts of her to suit her needs.

Throughout their two year adventure, the red-head witnessed the many wondrous sides of Elsa. There was the charming, exotic side that swept her off her feet in Arendelle. There was the cultured side whenever Elsa educated her about a historical place. There was the exiting, risk-taking side when she suggested the tattoo in Norway. Of, and the kinky side that was unleashed at night in bed with wine and chocolate to boot.

Now what she sees isn't something worse pursuing.

"After these two years, I don't really know what you are. And I don't think you know that yourself. I think you better find out before you get yourself hurt." Anan said slowly. Elsa could only open her mouth in silence as Anna turned her back on her, walking towards the door.

"So this is it? You're...you're leaving me. You're gonna shut me out like the rest of them?" Elsa said, throat cracking as tears began to form.

Anna was just about to exit the doorway when she turned back to face Elsa. Her foot was over the threshold, and the doorway was left ajar from the half-swing. She has done it all. Had her cake. Had her fill.

Had Elsa.

"Good-bye, Elsa." she said firmly, tears foaming around the eye. And with that, Anna exited the room and closed the door.

...

"Oh, hello Anna."

Anna had just left the cafeteria to go to the bathroom. Wheeling around, she saw Flynn approached her, looking slightly shifty and alert. It was good seeing a friendly male friend here. "Hey, Flynn. What're you doing here?"

"Just finishing up the latest touches on my letter. Um...if you don't mind, can you do me a favor?"

Anna blinked. She already had one favor that Ursula owes her, and now Flynn here was just asking to do him another. "Sure. It isn't illegal?" One can never have too many favors that other people owe you. After all, this was prison.

Flynn chuckled. "No, nothing of that sort. Um, can you deliver this to Rapunzel?" he said, handing Anna a sealed envelope with a heart sticker on top of it.

A Cheshire smile soon spread over the red-head's face. "Oh, it's that kind of letter? Sure, Flynn. I'll do it."

"Thank you. It's somewhat illegal to send personnel to inmates." Flynn said, scratching the back of his head.

Anna tucked the letter underneath her shirt, making sure no one was looking. "No problem. See ya around!" Waiving Flynn away, she entered in the bathrooms. Nobody was here, and unfortunately for Anna, all the stalls were unavailable due to maintenance (she overheard Ursula says something about plumbing issues). The only one that was available was one that was all the way at the back with its door locked from the inside.

"Come on, door. Are you really gonna shut me out now of all times?" Anna gritted through her teeth as she tried to push it forward. She had to go to the bathroom right now.

"Shouldn't you at least try and knock?" said a quiet voice of the other side of the locked door.

Wait...why does that voice sound so familiar?

Suddenly, the door to the stall flung open, revealing the person inside it.

Oh my God...

Anna didn't want to believe it at first. At first, she thought that her mind must be playing tricks on her. That someone must've spiked the punch bole in the cafeteria or that she is in a dream. Reality came crashing down upon her as she inhaled sharply, refusing to breath as the world before her slowed to a crawl. It was if time had dilated to a whole new standard of speed, bringing everyone with it to a screeching halt.

She looked so different, yet it was if she was just their at that hotel in Corona. Her hair, once a exquisite waterfall of platinum hair tied to her signature braid with slicked back bangs was now a jagged storm of spiky black hair (no doubt died, as her roots were starting to show). Her fingernails lack the smooth polish finish of a manicure, and no make-up is present on her face.

But there was no denying that unmistakable air of serenity and those ice blue, dilating eyes that hid beneath sharp, black bangs. Every sharp, elegant Victorian facial features still retain their youth and shape, as if they were forever preserved in ice. Not a wrinkle or blemish was in sight. Every contour and curve of her exquisite face was still just the same as when Anna had last saw in Corona. Not even the unflattering appearance of a prison uniform failed to hide her curves.

"Hey, Anna." Elsa quietly said in her signature husky voice.

Suprise, motherfuckers! Didn't expect that, didn't cha! Yes, Elsa has black hair in this story (her look is based on the concept art when she was still the villain. Feel free to Google it! And don't worry: her hair will grow back to her signature braid).

I started a Tumblr account, so I can keep in touch with you sick, lovable bastards! I use the same username as the one on this website.

Reviews and constructive criticisms are always encouraged and welcomed.

- V