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Anna awoke with a start, beads of sweat dripped down her fair face and her hands clasped onto her blankets. It took a moment for her to relax, it was just two days ago that she had frozen solid. She raised her left hand to her face to make sure the icey pattern was gone, sure enough she only felt the smooth surface of her cheek. But something was wrong. Very wrong. She didn't remember her bed being that big, or that her feet only met halfway.
'odd' she thought wrinkling her nose as she climbed out of bed. She shook it off as if it was a dusting of snow on her shoulders. As she hurried to her door and was about to open it, it was then she realized how small her hand was. Anna cried out as she stumbled backwards, tripped and fell on her rump. Without missing a beat she leapt back up, gulped and threw open her door.
The sound of 'pitter patter' was the only thing echoing through the ghostly halls. Little Anna didn't stop until she reached her destination, a white and blue door. She cracked a grin as she remembered the silly song she had sung to the door as she aged. It felt like hours before she gathered enough courage to open the door, cold air greeted the red-hair as she stepped inside.