"Anna? Are you in here?"
❛ y-yeah! i-it’s just that— O U C H! i— i’ll be out in a second! ❜
oh, what a calamity—! or could it be that princess anna is a bit of a drama queen? after all, a brush getting caught in tangled tresses cannot kill her. but it can make her horrendously late for breakfast, and it is not hard to conclude that it most likely will. fingers wrapped around its handle, she yanks at the brush once again, having lost count of just how many times she has tried ( and f a i l e d ) to remove it from ginger knots. with a wince and an exaggerated sigh of defeat, she shuffles to her bedroom door, hand moving to grasp its silver handle and pull it open. as for the brush… ? it simply hangs there, bristles caught in her hair. with a look of pure exhausted desperation, she pipes up:
❛ could you maybe, uh—? ’c-cause i think it’s stuck in there pretty good. ❜










