The movie “The Frozen Ground” takes several liberties with the truth. Fine. It’s only “based” on a true story. One of its core mythologies involves the relationship between Cindy Paulson and Glenn Flothe. In it, the film makes the claim that Cindy Paulson eventually moves in with Flothe, his wife Cherry and their children — and wreaks havoc on their lives. We’re here to set the record straight.
First, there’s no denying that Flothe developed a professional rapport with Cindy Paulson. Here’s Walter Gilmour on that topic. As usual, Gilmour gets straight to the point:
“On September 16, 1983, Flothe took photos of Hansen’s bakery, house, private plane and cars. He also started doing the basic footwork that good investigators cannot forget if they are to remain good investigators. He knew that Cindy Paulson would be a key player in the case against Hansen, and so he took pains to establish some level of rapport with her.” Major Walter Gilmour
Better than that, there are the words of Sgt. Glenn Flothe himself. During the early drafts of “Butcher, Baker,” Glenn personally reviewed our manuscript. As is his wont, he also attached sticky notes to the back of various pages, offering his invaluable insights and suggestions. On the back of the passage (above) where Gilmour talks about “rapport,” Glenn Flothe added several sticky notes, with the following comments. Let’s get it straight:
“My wife befriended Cindy for months at all hours of the night and morning — without ever meeting her until two days before she was to testify against Hansen.
Glenn Flothe and his wife, Cheryl, after her successful kidney transplant in 2007
“Cindy fixed a family dinner for my wife and family at a safe home when, for a short time, she had her act somewhat together. I have now lost her again to the streets and pimps — whereabouts unknown.
Corsair Restaurant, Anchorage, AK (now closed; photo courtesy Wonderlane)
“The night Hansen was convicted, Cherry and I took Cindy & her friend from the safe home out to dinner at the Corsair. The next day, with an airplane ticket in her hand, she left Anchorage and back to prostitution.”
Glenn Flothe (1985)