Anna's eyes flickered down the hallway, and she whipped her head from side to side, hoping- no, praying- that no one would see her.

She had been bored. Her paintings offered no interesting conversation, her parents were busy, and servants were all working. Elsa was out of the question, of course, so the young princess had gone looking for something to do. Sadly, all she found was the empty armor in the hall. And sadder still, the helmets were way too small.

Yes, Anna had tried on some of the armor. The helmet, to be exact. But when the time came to pull it off . . . well, you can imagine what happened. Maybe it had been the way she tucked her braids into the helmet, but long story short; Anna's head was stuck.

And she had no idea how to get it off.

Pleased knowing no one was coming, the princess took off towards the stairs. The helmet was tight against her skull and didn't seem to be sitting right, which was pretty annoying. The front plate thing that was supposed to cover the soldiers mouth clanked nosily as she ran, but though she could flip it upwards, she still couldn't free her trapped head.

Anna took the stairs two at a time (which wasn't a good idea, as she tripped. At least she had her helmet on so she didn't get hurt) and hurried towards her room. She could hear a maid coming, and quickened her pace.

Please don't let anyone see me.

That'd be really embarrassing.

I must be really stupid- how do I get a helmet stuck?

How am I supposed to get this thing off- ow! Right, watch my feet. Watch my feet, watch my feet, watch my- oof! Watch my head.

Anna passed Elsa's room, and awkwardly yelled out her common and well-known quote- "Do you want to build a snowman?" but she didn't bother stopping. She just continued forward and dipped into her own room. She slammed the door a little too loudly, but she didn't think anyone was around to hear anyway.

This is really heavy, Anna thought as she tugged once again at the metal caging her young face in. Frustrated, Anna moved to her bed, which she flopped down onto. She shoved a book and a few toys off the bed as she did, but laid her heavy head down on a pillow as soon as she could.

Weakly, she tugged on the helmet again, twisting it as much as she could. All it did was tug painfully on her ears.

I should get my parents, the thought popped into her head, and she immediately shoved it away. She had been told millions of times not to mess with the armor and weapons, but she did, and look at her now. Her parents would kill her if they saw her like this.

So who could she go to?

Anna hopped off the bed, the task not as easy with the heavy head, and raced back to the door. She pulled it open and threw herself into the hall, and then back towards the stairs. She skidded to a halt at Elsa's door, and rapped lightly on the wood.

"Elsa?" The twelve-year-old called. "Elsa, I need your help."

Her familiar and expected response came only a second later: "Go away, Anna."

"I'm serious!" The freckled girl yelped. "I got my head stuck in a helmet and I can't get it off."

Elsa didn't response. Anna guessed it was because it wasn't what she had been expecting to hear.

"I need your help." Anna repeated, desperation entering her voice.

Anna was sure she heard a faint sigh, but she couldn't be sure. Elsa answered a second later. "Go to your room, Anna."

. . .

That was it? That was all she was going to say?

Irritated, Anna turned on her heel and stomped back to her room. She held the metal flap thing so it wouldn't clank as she moved, and slammed the door when she reached her room. She lightly kicked her pink wall, before she sunk into one of her chairs. Her face was really hot, and she couldn't tell if it was from her annoyance or from her head being inside the sweaty helmet for so long.

She tried to tug on it once more: nothing. Nada. Zilch. She huffed, and pulled her knees up to her chest. Why wouldn't Elsa just help her for once? Was she really that awful to be around?

Anna rested her still amour-clad chin on her knees and let her eyes close. She let her mind wander, and for once imagined that Elsa had opened the door to help her. Anna could picture her older sister laughing or shaking her head at her sister's silly antics, and then tugging on the helmet until it finally gave.

Somehow, she must have fallen asleep, because her imagination became extremely vivid. No longer just a daydream, but a dream.

"Anna, just- how?" Elsa laughed, flicking her silver braid over her shoulder.

Anna laughed, embarrassed, and shrugged her shoulders. "It's a long, complicated story . . . can you just help me?"

Elsa nodded, and waved her hands; indicating Anna to come forward. She did. Elsa slipped her ever-present gloves off. Then she rested her hands on the helmet and pulled- prying it off Anna's head. Whenever Anna started to complain about the pain, Elsa would tickle her so she'd laugh.

Finally Anna's head was freed, and it felt like it was pulsing. Elsa looked at her for a second, before she suddenly burst into a fit of hysterias. "Your hair!" The older princess laughed.

Anna lifted her hand and felt her red strands- in fact; they were standing up with static. She blushed red and Elsa continued to snicker. Anna smirked and poked Elsa's arm, the static causing her to give her sister a light shock.

Elsa squealed, and then laughed again. She reached up to smooth Anna's hair, just as a light knocking began sounding from somewhere nearby. Elsa's hand skimmed over the odd white streak in Anna's hair, which suddenly felt ice cold. Anna stiffened, but Elsa didn't react. She opened her mouth to say something, but the knocking was too loud for Elsa to be heard-

"Princess Anna!" A voice shouted, jolting the princess out of her sleep. The knocking hadn't been coming from her dream after all- instead, it was coming from her actual door- a loud pouding on the wood. Anna was still from her cramped sleeping position, but scampered down her chair and to the door, pulling it open before she remembered that it could very well be one of her parents.

Thankfully, it wasn't. "Gerda," Anna breathed, clearly relieved. "I'm so glad you're here- don't laugh at me! Just- can you help?"

Gerda tried to stop her giggles, and ushered Anna back into the room. "You know," she said as she sat Anna down and began looking at the helmet. "When Princess Elsa called for me, I was hoping it would actually be her that needed assistance for once. I should have known she would be calling for you instead."

Anna blinked. "Elsa asked you to help me?"

Gerda nodded, and she tilted Anna's chin up so she could get a better look at the helmet. "Yes ma'am."

A warm feeling spread through Anna's chest. So Elsa had helped her after all. Who knew?

I forgot i had this. Okay, that is all. Bye for now.