Last Adventure

Have you ever had to pick a moving buddy? Well, I have, and I’m less than a couple years old. I know that sounds weird, but I’m a doll. You probably already know that, but if you didn’t I wanted you to, but if you did then telling you isn’t because you already do. In case you hadn’t noticed, this is Anna. And I’m here to tell you about our last adventure.

Nah, not really our last. But before we were forced to tragically move away from the home we originally came out of our boxes to (and pick a moving buddy), we met some newcomers.

“We won’t be so close to the Disney Store anymore, Anna. So I’m going to take advantage and give you some new friends. Just a few, before the move.” Famous last words, said by Liz.

But it wasn’t long before strangers were turning up in random places. Actually, they started doing that a long long time ago. But a lot of times it’s kinda one at a time. Not this time. That’s a lot of “times.”

Anyway, Liz is always sticking her new dolls in the seamstress room. I think she secretly does it so we dolls can welcome the new ones into our community, and we always hang out in here. So I came upon two boxes stacked on the bed.

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Beckoning Change

If ever anybody was in need to make the trek to visit the house of the fount of wisdom, I was. Renee kept complaining about how she couldn’t find Buzz, Raleigh wasn’t saying anything at all because she wasn’t even around, and everyone else was busy. Which made me feel the absence of Elsa, who was hard at work getting her shelf in the seamstress room ready to live in. This is Anna, by the way.

Elsa was in the process of installing her living room floor when I arrived.

“What are you wearing?” I asked loudly as I climbed up.

“Something that does not limit my range of movement,” she replied between ragged breaths. “Is there something wrong with this outfit?” Continue reading

For the First Time

There are always things in life that we should probably leave behind. In the dirt. Forget about it forever.

Let it go.

But even when we choose to do so, sometimes the past doesn’t let us go. And it refused to on the night that Raleigh found out my secret. This is Eugene. And I’m here to tell you the tale.

“I’m a replacement, Eugene,” Belle had said the night of the ball. “I’m not your Belle.”

I don’t think I’ll ever forget those words. Or how I reacted to them. Raleigh began to look confused, but the hurt didn’t come until I left the room.

I couldn’t sleep that night. All I could see in my mind’s eye were two faces: Raleigh’s and Belle’s. Continue reading

No Different

For a long time, the only things that were worth noting happened at dances. Elsa and I had attended two dances since we arrived at Liz’s house, and both of them marked rather large milestones in our lives at the time.

This dance wasn’t really any different.

Hunter Taylor never needs a reason to celebrate, so dances sort of come up out of the blue. The last dance was quite a while ago, she said. So we ought to do another one, she said. It’ll be fun, she said. She was right.

Mostly. At first.

Hans had said that Elsa’s ankle was better enough so that she could dance, so she and I got ourselves looking our best before embarking on our journey across the house to the seamstress room. We escorted each other, since neither of us are really with a guy yet. Well, that’s what Elsa says. I know better though.

When we arrived, we were greeted by Eugene and Raleigh, who were radiant. I mean, Raleigh was radiant. Eugene was, well…Eugene.

I couldn’t help but notice how Kristoff glanced over at me whilst he was dancing with Merida. It didn’t really bother me that he was dancing with somebody else, but I’d rather hoped he’d be waiting for me like Hans was standing over there waiting for Elsa. They’re perfect, I thought inwardly, although Elsa just kept talking to Raleigh and Eugene without noticing how Hans was watching her from afar.

Before I knew it, Eugene had romantically swept Raleigh into the dance. Is she wearing a wedding dress? I thought, watching Raleigh for a minute. Continue reading

Frozen Heart

The day eventually came when Liz made the fateful decision to reveal to the dolls their fate. You see, we didn’t know our fate until that fateful day came (is that too many “fates”?). Well, that is, not all the dolls found out their story. Just me and Elsa and Kristoff and Hans found out ours (and Eugene and Raleigh and Renee). This is Anna, by the way.

We finally got to watch Frozen.

Half of me was completely elated (or gassy?), while the other half of me was completely terrified, and petrified, and horrified at the thought of what could come of finding out what our stories were intended to be. But I just reminded myself of our earlier decision to, you know, keep calm, not freak out, and live out our lives not based on the movie. Continue reading

Crash-Landed

As I crept down the hallway, Pocahontas’s words kept echoing in my mind. “Liz brought us in here before we could see what else was in the bag. But it was the strangest sound…” As soon as she said that, I knew I had to see what it was that had made the sound. Pocahontas had said that the bag was in the seamstress room. This is Anna, by the way.

So after telling Pocahontas and John Smith that it was nice to meet John Smith (did that make sense?), I began the journey. Pocahontas had said that the Disney Store bag had been on the bed-thingy in the seamstress room, so I went straight to it. I clamored up the side of the bed before setting my eyes on the mysterious thing.

And I couldn’t believe what I saw.

I felt the breathe go from me. Buzz Lightyear? I thought. No way! He was big too, and he looked dangerous. Continue reading

Finding John Smith

Hey, there, everyone! This might come as a surprise to you, but this is Liz. You see, Pocahontas asked me to write this because, she thought that out of everyone involved in this tale, I would be best suited to tell the tale. Soon you’ll see why.

It started on my trip to the mall. After parking, I heard something in the back seat, and when I looked I saw that I had a stowaway.

“Pocahontas?” I asked, climbing into the seat next to her. “What are you doing here?” Continue reading