Anna Goes to Prison: Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Anna's New Home

By the time Kristoff returned, Anna had wiped her eyes dry. She knew she couldn't afford to let herself sob, at least not right now.

"You're a medium, right?" said Kristoff as he handed her a prison uniform. "You at least look like a medium to me, but if it doesn't fit, I can get another."

Anna didn't respond. She just made a face when she saw what her clothing looked like. In her hands was a two-piece black and white striped uniform, along with a matching convict hat.

"Oh my gosh!" exclaimed Anna. "I'm not wearing this for the rest of my life! I'll look like a freaking zebra!"

"You're a prisoner now, Anna," said Kristoff simply. "You may as well look the part. And besides, it's not like you have a choice on the matter."

"Oh, and they're horizontal stripes, too!" said Anna with mock delight. "All a girl wants is to always wear something that will make her look bigger."

"Just place the uniform on the floor and get under the shower head, inmate," said Kristoff, stretching his arms a bit. "Believe it or not, it's early in the morning for me, too."

She grumbled a bit, but did as she was told. As bad as Anna felt, a shower did sound kind of nice, even if she had to have someone watching her as she took it.

"Five minutes," said Kristoff, pushing a button on the wall. An awful gurgling noise came from the head above Anna before it finally began sending water down on her. She jumped a bit when she felt it.

"That's freezing!" she yelped.

"It'll warm up as it goes," said Kristoff, responding in a tone that suggested he was used to hearing these complaints from prisoners by now.

Anna did her best to wash herself up. It had been a long bus ride with a lot of fat, sweaty inmates, so she felt filthy. Unfortunately, the soap felt very rough on her skin. Even worse, it didn't seem to have a smell of any sort. By the time the water stopped running, she didn't really feel any cleaner than when she had begun.

"Here, you know what to do with this," said Kristoff as he handed her a towel. "Then get dressed."

She quickly rubbed the towel against the body, then went over to her new clothing, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the floor behind her.

"Where's the underwear?" she asked, looking around.

"You don't get any," answered Kristoff matter-of-factly.

"What?!"

"Warden thinks the prisoners could use it as a weapon," he answered. "She's probably right, given how some of the women here can get from time to time."

"Perfect," muttered Anna as she stepped into the pants. "First no shoes and socks, now no panties and bra, I wouldn't be surprised if my sister decided the inmates here should be kept naked all the time..."

"She has considered that option, actually," said Kristoff, and Anna couldn't tell if he was just kidding around or really telling the truth.

She placed the shirt on over her shoulders and looked herself over. She sighed with disgust.

"Believe it or not, you look pretty cute," said Kristoff. "But don't forget to put your hat on."

"Of course," said Anna, placing it over her head. "This completes the ensemble."

She stood there miserably while Kristoff picked up a note pad and began writing something on it with a large black marker.

"What is that, your diary?" asked Anna, a bit rudely.

"No, our printers are busted at the moment," he said, not seeming offended by her remark. "So I have to write your prison number by hand."

"Oh, joy," said Anna.

She looked at the sheet of paper once Kristoff gave it her...

ANDERSEN, ANNA
PRISONER #2808-180210
FROZEN HEART PENITENTIARY
LIFE SENTENCE

"Ten digits?" went Anna, staring at her new inmate identification number. "How the heck am I supposed to remember ten digits?!"

"You know, for a woman who's just been sent to prison, you sure do complain a lot," said Kristoff as he took Anna by the arm and firmly dragged her over to a height chart. "Now hold this up over your chest and face the camera."

Anna awkwardly looked at the camera. She never liked how she looked in pictures, and was sure that her mugshots would do nothing to change that.

"Smile!" said Kristoff, pushing a button on a digital camera that was attached to a computer.

Anna didn't smile.

Once mugshots were taken from all angles (Anna wouldn't have been shocked if they had also wanted a picture of her butt at this point), her hands were promptly dipped in ink and placed on a pad to capture her fingerprints.

He allowed for her to wipe her hands with a paper towel, then placed them back in handcuffs.

"That about wraps things up," said Kristoff, with just a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "Let's get you to your new home."

"Yes, sir," said Anna sadly. Given that she was going to die in her cell someday, she wasn't especially excited to see what her "new home" would look like.

She walked silently with Kristoff down several secure hallways, her hands cuffed, her head down. She didn't bother to look around to see what her cell block looked like. She knew that there would be more than enough time for that in the future.

They arrived at a barred door. Kristoff pushed several numbers on a keypad that was next to it, then inserted three different keys into three separate locks. Only then did the door finally slide open.

"Afraid I'll try to run away or something?" asked Anna sarcastically.

"We can never be too careful," he replied. "Now get inside. There's a 'surprise' for you waiting on the floor."

Anna didn't like the sound of that.

Sure enough, when she went inside, Anna felt her heart sink down even further when she saw a ball and chain waiting for her.

"Oh, my gosh!" she bitched. "This HAS to be a joke, right?"

"Elsa's not one for jokes," said Kristoff, bending over and lifting up the pants on Anna's right leg a bit. She cringed as she felt him wrap the cold chain around her flesh.

"Place your hands through the bars once the door's shut, okay?" said Kristoff as he got back up and stepped out of the cell.

Anna just nodded, blankly staring ahead as the door slid closed in front of her, making a loud clang is it did so. She then did as Kristoff instructed and he removed her handcuffs.

Kristoff looked around for a moment, almost as if he was making sure that no one else was around, then looked Anna in the eye.

"Listen," he said carefully. "I'll be honest: It never will get easy for you here. But it will get better. I promise."

Anna could tell that he was being sincere. But she also wasn't sure if she could believe him.

She gripped the bars in front of her as she watched him walk off. When he was finally out of sight, she let out a long, exhausted sigh.

This was her home now...and it would be her home for the rest of her life.