Anna wasn’t sure why she named herself Anna. First of all, she was only a bag with a personality of her own, but in no way in hell could she move on her own. She could though, by the power of the wind.

She wasn’t sure why she called herself a ‘she’ either. But who cares? Anna surely could be anything if she wanted to, so a girl plastic bag, she’d be! And so, that was when Anna realized she could be a hero if she wanted to be. That was what she did. Become a hero.

No, she wasn’t like Superman or that bald guy who could destroy someone with just one punch in the ass. It was completely ridiculous how with a flick of his finger, a building could collapse. She wanted to be a hero, but she wasn’t even sure if her life could even fit that persona.

But at least, she got herself an objective. She wasn’t going to say that she was stalking someone (she really was, though). More like… being a secret admirer (but what’s the difference?). There was this beautiful blonde she had met plenty of times, but that beautiful blonde just… never seemed to recognize her.

More like, every time the blonde would see her, she’d make this face and move along. Oh, not that Anna minded. She knew the blonde’s name was Elsa, by how that girl called her at night. Geez, was there a ritual or something, because most of the nights, they were quite loud, moaning and everything. Elsa must’ve been like a god or something. But Anna wouldn’t know.

Then, one day, rain was pouring and Anna was in front of the house, sitting on the street. The rain was quite heavy actually, so she doubted Elsa would come out. But if she did, Anna would be here.

And she did come out! Without an umbrella, that is. Elsa groaned when she neared the street. “Jesus… why didn’t Belle tell me it was raining.” She was about to turn back around until Anna let the wind take her up and above.

She landed right on Elsa’s face. Silence.

“What the fuck?!”



Before Elsa could even rip the poor bag away, Anna quickly got Elsa’s head inside her. That way Elsa would be able to keep herself nice and dry! Elsa must have been very thankful.

The end.